Brutal yet severely charming man Shahmeer Jafri. The owner of a chain of the best luxury hotels in the world.
The definition of perfection in a human. Sweet mouthed and loyal girl Mahnoor Ali had the life of normal 27 year old. Or so she thought...
I never really understood his expressions. Mainly because it was always the same neutral expression. I sit and watch him as he eats his lunch. I don't know if he even likes it. I don't know if he hates it. I don't know him. I wanted to get to know him but I knew he didn't want to get to be known. I wanted to find the reason he was like this. So cruel. Ruthless. Made of stone. There had to be a reason. You couldn't just be like that for no reason.
I fugured I would have to just be a loving and caring wife and maybe he would come around. Maybe he would loosen up a little. I can fix him.
"What are you staring at?" I release myself from my thoughts and notice him staring back at me.
"My husband."
"Oh really?" I nod my head in response.
"Here, taste some." He passes me the box with his fork. I grab a new fork from the canteen as taste the pasta. I mean it tasted how it always tasted like. But why did he show no expression? He hid his emotions to seem tough and cruel so people would be scared of him. I pass him back the pasta and take my fork out and place it on a tissue but he picks it back up and starts eating with it.
"Shahmeer, what are you doing?"
"What I want, love."
"That's my fork."
"Yes. It's my wife's fork." I just smile and pretend I'm not heavily concerned.
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I was packing my stuff for the honeymoon. I'd come back from Shahmeer's office so I could pack my luggage. Kiran was also helping me to get the job done quicker. After 2 hours, we were finally done and I hade 4 suitcases and a backpack. I was an overpacker but I just hope my weight isn't over the limit. Kiran didn't seem to be worried even though she saw me packing so much stuff.
I decide I should start packing a little for Shahmeer. Kiran had gone downstairs to do something so I decided to do it on my own. I open his cupboard and see what to pack for clothes. There was only suits. Black, blue, grey, beige, emerald green, white. I open the other cupboard to see a collection of ties and shoes. I go back to the first cupboard and check in the drawers if he had anything. There was an A4 sized frame, face down. I picked it up and turned it around to see a white collared shirt inside as if it was artwork. But not just any white shirt. A shirt with a lip stain on it. It was the shade of my favourite lippie. It was from that day. When I was packing to shift here. He had framed it?
I hear loud footsteps and I quickly place the frame back to how I found it and pretend I'm searching for clothes.
"What do you think you're doing?" Shahmeer walks over to me and closes his cupboard.
"I thought I would pack your clothes for the honeymoon. But you only have suits."
"I usually only wear suits."
"Well then let's go shopping."
"Right now? I have some wor-"
"I don't wanna hear it. We're going." I wasn't going to let him be on a beach, whilst wearing a suit. He just atares at me with a deathening look.
"Come on, please?"
"Fine. Get ready. I'm going to freshen up and change."
"Okay." I change into a green desi suit and douse myself in perfume.
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I come out of the closet only to see him all ready, waiting on the couch. He's wearing a black suit. I walk over to him and he looks up at me.
"Ready?"
"I am. But you aren't." He stares at me with utter confusion on his face. I pull him up from his arm and he stands up.
"How? I'm perfectly ready." I walk over to his wardrobe.
"Take your blazer off."
"Woah. Someone's feeling needy today." I ignore what he says and open the wardrobe and pick out a tie that matches my suit and a matching handkerchief. I turn to face him and reach up to his black tie and I undo it. I tie the new one on him and make him wear his blazer and I swap the black handkerchief for the new one.
I pat his chest.
"Now, you're ready." He's about to smile but he stops before he does.
"Come on."
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After a few hours of shopping from a black card, I realise I've forgotten to eat lunch. I was busy making Shahmeer's that I didn't get to eat myself. I look to my right to see Shahmeer holding 7 bags on each side of him. He takes a turn and we start heading somewhere I don't know.
"Where are we going?"
"I won't kill you, don't worry." I wouldn't be surprised if he did. We'd been papped a few times but he made a call and after that, there were no cameras.
"After you." I look up to see a restaurant and I can already smell the food from the door.
"I know you haven't eaten lunch." Of course he knows. He knows everything at this point. We take a seat at a table for two and order our food.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
I have just woken up and written this chapter so if it's bad...it is what it is.
I haven't written in quite some time but hope you like it. I'm more excited for the honeymoon than they are. Also I'm thinking of making an account for the two of them on Instagram so make sure to follow it. I haven't made them yet but I'll add their usernames in the next chapter.
