"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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The kiss had intensified and Shahwar could feel his hands roaming all over her body, slowly her hands moved upward to his chest and she rested them there for support. Though it was not rough, her husband had always been gentle whenever he'd touch her but right now she was out of breath.
Rehaan sensed that she needed to take a breath and parted his lips from hers for a moment and took his shirt off throwing it away somewhere. He went back to resume what he had left unfinished and claimed her mouth again with his.
His hands went back to the zipper of her dress and before he could pull it down his phone started to ring. Ignoring it he continued kissing her and Shahwar's hands were at the sides of his face now. The phone rang again, and then again and she pulled away, "Answer it."
"No." He was almost panting.
"Rehaan. Answer it." She softly pressed her thumb over his cheek.
"I can't talk to anyone right now." It still kept on ringing and then he cursed before answering it.
"Ibaad you're fired. Now speak." Shahwar pressed both her hands over her mouth to stop her giggle. "You called me for this?" She saw him gritting his teeth, a rare sight. "Get lost." He disconnected the phone and threw it away.
"Don't fire him, he chooses nice dresses for me to wear." Shahwar brushed out the hair on his head to even them out.
"What?! What dresses?" He gaped at her with utter shock.
"You're the one to ask." She pouted.
"What?" He was ready to kill his secretary now, "Shahwar what are you saying?"
"You yourself told me on our reception day that he had chosen the dress that was sent for me to wear that day."
"That's singular sweetheart, he chose just one." His brows were held up.
"And the one that I wore at the party for your friends too. I loved that one more." Rehaan's annoyed expression turned into a smirk.
"That was me darling, your maalik chose that one." She suddenly moved her hands out of his hair as her eyes stared at him with questions.
"And the ones that were sent when we went to the hotel for your business associates meet-up?" She didn't want to mention the first time she'd met Beena there, it didn't matter anymore.
"Me." Rehaan came forward and pressed kisses over her neck, "He only chose the first one because the one I chose wasn't delivered on time."
It was almost impossible for her to respond right away, Rehaan continued kissing downwards from her neck to her chest till the skin was exposed and before his hands could lift the straps of her dress she finally spoke, "I want to say something."
He stopped at once and looked up, "Right of course, yes?" He felt stupid to have escalated everything too fast with her without even asking her.
She saw him distancing himself from her as he cleared his throat, was he nervous? No. He wasn't—but then recently he had been doing everything that he hadn't ever done and she realized it was because of her.
