"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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Shahwar entered the bedroom slowly opening the door and then entered like she was on a mission. Mission to uncover her husband's true identity. Though when she saw him sitting on the couch with his laptop working the same way as the normal way he would she started looking at him standing near the couch with her eyes narrowing more and more.
He hadn't even changed and was still in his suit with his blazer lying over the cushion. "Neechay toh shower ki baat horahi thi? Aur ab tak kapray bhi nahi badlay inho ne." She whispered but it took his attention and he looked up at her.
(He was talking about shower downstairs? And till now he hasn't even changed his clothes.)
"Neechay Iraj thi. I just want her to go back." He set aside the laptop closing it and stood up.
(Iraj was downstairs.)
"Apko sharam hi nahi hai Rehaan. She's your sister, kya socha hoga usne mere baray mien." The small voice started to come out from the curved pouted lips of hers.
(You have no shame at all Rehaan. What must she think of me.)
"Sharam toh ussay nahi hai. Kya socha usne yahan aisay anay se pehlay. Now I'll make her regret coming here." He moved past Shahwar and started unbuttoning his shirt.
(She is the one who doesn't have any shame. What was she thinking before showing up here.)
"Kesi ajeeb si baatien kar rahay thay aap neechay. Please ab mat kariyega." His back was towards her face when she spoke.
(What inappropriate things were you saying downstairs. Please don't do it again.)
He took his shirt off, threw it over the bed and turned around walking towards her then stopped just few inches away from her, "Woh sirf baatien thi, ab mien karunga bohat kuch ajeeb." His low voice and absolute proximity was enough for Shahwar to start feeling her cheeks and breath heat up, which then made her stumble but he caught her holding her waist with one hand before she could fall.
(They were just words, now I'm going to do many inappropriate things.)
"Go, sleep for now." He said stabilizing her body and slid his hand back from her waist as she tried not to look at his bare body and feel the touch that had left her numb for a while.
He went inside the bathroom and Shahwar started fanning her face to stop the heat growing on her face. "Itna kareeb akar kyun bol rahay hain yeh aaj? That's what we do everyday anyway."
(Why is he talking in such extreme proximity?)
Shahwar hopped onto the bed and hid her body with the quilt. She tried to close her eyes but then the image of her husband's wide broad uncovered torso flashed in front of her and she had to keep them open till she heard the bathroom door sound. Knowing that he might sense her being awake she faked her sleeping.
