"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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"Did you rest properly like I asked you to? Hm?" She straightened herself properly.
"I did." She had changed the subject of the conversation and he was compelled to answer.
"Good." She gave him her usual smile that she would when she was done being upset. "I'm going to sleep, Meher will—"
"I want you to be upset with me. Tell me I'm not worthy of anything. Don't do this Shahwar, don't keep it inside yourself, I want you to say it all." He meant every word.
"I don't want to be upset. I want to sleep. I am tired. Very tired." She did look exhausted.
"I am so very responsible for it. I only wanted you to work where you'd want to the most. I am sorry, and this is only for ruining your day and making you feel all the worse for trying to meddle with your career. Rest of the things, I've understood I don't deserve any forgiveness. You will never be pushed by me to forgive me anymore. Though I am sorry for it all too." He calmly expressed not trying to make her feel pressured at all.
"Can I sleep now?" She responded not addressing everything he had just said.
"Jaan, go and change your clothes first." He pointed at her dress knowing she never slept in her dresses.
"Hm, yes." She nodded and got up as he removed his hands from her waist.
Rehaan went to the kitchen and plated the food tray with the dinner he had made for her and then brought it to the bedroom before Shahwar came out of the bathroom.
The door opened and she saw the food on the bedside table, "Oh I thought it would take Meher time to come back, she made dinner already?"
Rehaan was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiled at her, "Come, eat first. I won't let you sleep on an empty stomach."
Shahwar walked towards his side and sat down next to him, "Have you eaten?"
"You eat first." And then he remembered that he didn't know if she would like the taste or not.
Shahwar took the plate in her hands and brought a spoonful in front of his mouth and made him eat first. Rehaan shook his head and swallowed it, it wasn't bad he thought but his wife who was finessing the art of cooking whenever she made food was about to taste it as she took another spoonful for herself. He felt anxious. Shahwar suddenly paused chewing, "Meher made this?"
He groaned and cursed himself internally. It was definitely a flop, "No."
"I knew it. This one is so good, completely conventional style Pulao. I love it." She grinned and took another spoon towards his mouth.
"You like it." She nodded and he felt a little relieved, "Actually it was me who made it." He waited for her to snap at him.
"You did?" She put the spoon down, "You made this?" He nodded silently.
