"There will be no divorce, ever. So think before you say yes." His view fixated on her.
"I've already said yes." Her voice and eyes were dim, too much for anyone to not notice.
"I'm a cruel man so don't you dare humiliate me if you get cold feet and...
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"So have you decided?" Shahwar looked up at her husband who was standing in front of the couch she was sitting on in his suit ready to go to work.
"Decide?" She moved her tea cup to her knees which were touching her chest.
"Your friends, Shahwar. We talked about it just last night." He reminded her of the four big pages of words he had said to her most of which had already left her brain.
She started nodding her head, "Yes, yes."
"So you've invited them?"
"No, no." She shook her head now.
"What do you mean?" He was becoming impatient now.
"I mean I don't want to call them. They're all busy." She didn't want him to know that they were busy celebrating their lives and she didn't want them to make fun of hers by calling them here.
"Oh, alright." He turned to leave.
"Have a good day." She gave him a bright smile that made him stop just for fraction of a second and then he walked away from the lounge.
Shahwar saw the newspaper lying on the table which was in French and she felt annoyed just looking at it. Even if she knew how to speak it, she'd hated reading and writing it. Salman Nawaz had to himself make her attend the lessons daily when she was a kid by taking her down to the tutor holding her hand in his and sit with her throughout the lessons for an entire year. Her father had never ever been an inattentive parent. Whatever Dur e Shahwar had ever asked for was given to her, provided that it wasn't something that was against morals.
She thought for a while and then she decided to finally utilize the darn thing for something relevant. She opened the job opening page and started looking at the categories with complete concentration and then she stood up folding it nicely going to her bedroom.
She changed her clothes and took her shoulder bag placing the newspaper inside it. Fixing the straps of her blocked sandals she walked down the stairs and then out of the house. She went till the gate of her house and then realized she didn't have any cash to take a cab. The guards at the gate kept on looking at her after greeting her and then one of them asked her if she was waiting for the driver.
She then remembered that there were tons of cars and many drivers here to take her and she wouldn't have to worry about money. She asked the guard to call one of the cars to the gate through intercom. Soon a car was in front of her out of the basement. She got in and guided the driver to the destination.
There'd been an opening for a sous chef at a restaurant and Shahwar wanted to try her luck, desperately. Though she knew it was barely possible if the applicant was a person without a degree for qualification.
