"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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"Let's go back to the car." He smoothed her hair and then threw his blazer around her bare shoulders and used the first button on it to keep it closed from the front. "Come." He placed his hand behind her back and walked out taking her.
It was raining cats and dogs which had Rehaan drenched but had saved Shahwar from getting completely soaked because of the huge blazer hanging over her body. Her dress was still a little dry till they got to the car but her hair was all wet.
The driver was still fixing the tool for replacing the tyre and then Rehaan shot him a deathly stare to speed up his work, which made him hurry. Rehaan had made Shahwar sit inside the car and then he sat inside too waiting for the car to finally move. It was still pouring and Shahwar was shivering slightly because of the coolness of the weather. She'd worn her strapped dress as per her daily outfit choice when she'd not known she'd be travelling in such conditions early in the morning.
"I told you to sit in the car, now you've risked yourself for catching a cold." Rehaan rubbed her hands to stop her shivering.
"I'm fine." Shahwar did her best not to stutter. She smiled at him with assurance.
"You're far from fine." He held both her hands in his and brought them closer to his mouth and blew air over them, suddenly Shahwar grew too aware of him at that movement.
His hair, his eyelids, his neck and the slightly unbuttoned black shirt dripping water droplets off of him became too visible for her. He continued rubbing her hands clearly oblivious to her eyes. "We'll get hot chocolate for my darling the moment we get to the guesthouse."
No one had ever said 'I love you' to Rehaan in his life before Shahwar. Not even his parents. They'd never been very expressive with their feelings towards him as their only son. They did sometimes indirectly express it for Iraj but that was it. He'd never had anyone in his life who had been so kind and soft to him. His wife was his most treasured person and it was intensifying with time, day by day.
The car started after a while and because of the rain roads had become muddy in the remote areas. It took them longer to get to the guest house but they eventually reached after four hours. The place belonged to Rehaan's father. It was a big mansion with glass doors and windows and plants all around the house. The floors were grey and the furniture was brown. All of it.
Shahwar got inside the bedroom that Rehaan directed her to go to whilst he came inside later with her bag in his hands instead of giving it to house staff thinking she had something to do with that bag which was why she wasn't letting anyone else hold it back at home either.
She washed her face with water waiting for her things to be brought to the room and was surprised to see Rehaan holding her bag. He'd been so well taught all his life to never do the tasks of the people who worked for him but nothing ever mattered when it came to Shahwar. "Give it to me. You should go and change." She took the bag from him.
