"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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"Fuck." Rehaan exhaled out loud when he'd picked up the wrong bottle of body lotion and applied it on his hands. Now his hands smelled like the floral gardens thanks to his wife's massive collection of numerous bottles of floral lotions, perfumes, musks, body oils, shampoos, body washes, hair conditioners, body scrubs, the list was never ending. They were all fitted into spaces where ever his few things were placed in the entire room.
He was getting late for work anyway and he knew if he went to now wash his hands first he'd have to look for his liquid soap instead of the rose and cherry blossom one that his wife had placed next to the wash basin where now it was overloaded with her things mostly. And time was running out at the moment, he had to first eat and then leave for work, because Shahwar was waiting for him to come for breakfast downstairs.
He threw the blazer over his shoulder and wore it in one go then went down. It had been three weeks since the day he'd taken Shahwar to the event with him. His wife was doing better than she had been. And when she was happy, he was happy.
"Good morning." Shahwar's voice made him smile as he sat at the table.
"Good morning, how are you today?" He started eating the food and every time his fork would near his mouth his nose would be hit with the flowery scent of the lotion. Rehaan Kazmi had never smelled so feminine in his entire life.
"I'm alright." She passed him a big smile.
"I'll come home early tonight." He told her.
"No." She said in a hurry and he stopped moving the cutlery in his hands, "You should come late tonight please." She nodded trying to convince him. She had planned a surprise for her husband's birthday.
"Late? Am I getting kicked out of my house dear wife?" He smiled in astonishment.
"Can't you come late, please?" Shahwar batted her lashes at him.
"Where should I go when I don't have anything to do at work purposely?" He wanted to come home right away after work, he didn't like being at the office once the day was over. He just wanted to see his wife as soon as possible.
"Anywhere. You should go to nice places. This is Paris. You can go anywhere, you can sit near the pretty fountain gardens and even the place that has many cats roaming around. It's nice." She was suggesting Rehaan Kazmi the man who owned the most expensive places in the country and around the globe to sit with cats and near fountains to pass his time because his wife wanted him to not show up at home early.
"Cats? Fountains?" He was staring at her with wide eyes.
"Aap toh maalik hain, kahin bhi chalay jayen na, please." Shahwar curved her lips into a soft pout.
(You're the boss, go anywhere, please.)
"Okay. How late should I be back?" No one would have ever spoken such words at their own will planning their own late return to their own house in the history of conversations with their wives like he was.
