"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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"Can you come home early today?" Rehaan entered the walk-in closet where Shahwar was closing hooks of her dress from the back.
"Huh?" His voice caused her to turn around abruptly.
"I—" His eyes went where her dressed was unhooked from the back through the reflection in the mirror.
"Rehaan?" She called out to him who was standing right in front of her face but his mind was somewhere else.
"Uh, um, I wanted to talk about your dress."
"What?" Shahwar was puzzled.
"What?" He looked at her face now and then realized what he had said.
"You wanted to talk about my dress?" Shahwar was casually responding looking down below at her silk floral dress at the mention of it, unaware of her straps slowly moving towards the edge of her shoulders.
"Turn around." He exhaled getting composure over his heart.
"Why?"
"Because you're driving me crazy." He stepped behind her and started closing the hooks himself and Shahwar stood stunned at what just happened.
"Uh thanks." She said in a formal tone when he was done.
"I have to attend an event, tonight. Can you make it early from work?" It was a request, something that Rehaan Kazmi was not capable of doing but his wife had made been making him do it quite easily since two weeks.
"I have to come early, because, you have to go somewhere?" Shahwar looked at him dumbfounded. "Do I have to guard the house in your absence at night?"
"We have to go. Us. Together. Both of us." He kept looking at the hair strands on her ear falling out of her hair bun that she'd later unpin to comb her silky brown luscious hair that he would keep on brushing his hands through whenever she'd fall asleep every night.
"Oh." Shahwar looked like she was in a deep thought.
"Is it not possible?" He was hoping she wouldn't say no, especially now that she had been behaving like he wasn't even visible to her recently.
"I don't have time to shop for something appropriate for that kind of event." She raised her head and blinked her big eyes at him.
He smiled out of relief, "That's never a problem."
"You'll ask Ibaad to get me something." She nodded to herself looking down. "Got it."
"What does my wife want to wear, hmm?" He lifted her head up to him, "I'll get her everything she wants myself."
"That won't be necessary. You don't have to waste your time on irrelevant things." She softly moved his hand away from her face. "I'll get going, I'm getting late." She walked out taking the comb from her dresser and threw it inside the purse as she left the room and then the house scurrying around.
