"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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"Do you want to go for a walk?" Rehaan looked at his wife as they both stood waiting for the valet to bring the car to the hotel driveway.
"A walk?" Shahwar thought she heard something wrong.
"Are you tired?" He looked at her with concern.
"I'm not. I didn't even do anything today." Rehaan watched her for a moment and then stepped towards her.
"I want to talk to you. I need to discuss some things." Shahwar felt her heart stricken at his words. Why was he telling her specifically about discussing something? He would always tell her things without making a point about the importance of the conversation, unless it was something that had to do with him not wanting something.
"Okay." She looked down holding her fingers of both hands together.
"Come let's go." He took one of her hand and started walking not even letting the hotel staff know that he wasn't going to take his car anymore.
"But the car—"
"Forget about it." He continued walking with her hand in his.
They were on the road side pavement walking on it after ten minutes. He hadn't said anything till now. Ten more minutes later they were near a flower shop. Rehaan asked her to wait outside and went in. He came out holding a huge bouquet of pink roses. Shahwar's eyes lingered at the beauty of the flowers. "For you." He held them forward for her to hold them.
This was a lot for her. Clearly too much and too soon within the same day. She took the flowers in her hands and stared at them, first the ring, then his friends' apology and now flowers. Why was he doing such things? She was scared. What did he want to talk about? Was he going to say something hurtful like he had when she'd asked him about Beena? He had been caring towards her before that too.
"No—" She looked up at him not wanting to hear whatever he wanted to say anymore. "I don't want this," She handed the flowers back to him, Rehaan looked at her not understanding what was happening, "Why are you doing this, Rehaan?"
"What's wrong Shahwar? What do you mean why?" He was getting worried.
"I don't want this. Please, don't do these things. You'll make me smile and then take it away from me in a heartbeat. I don't want this Rehaan." She took her ring off and placed it on his palm holding his hand.
"Jaan, listen to me—"
"No, I don't want to. You did the same last time too, then you said you didn't love me. Will you say something like that now as well?" A lone tear slid down her cheek. She remembered the night. His words. How she'd begged him to say at least once that he loved her.
"No, please listen Shahwar, it's not what you think—"
"I don't want to listen. You should go back to Paris. I don't want to know anything." She started to walk away from him. Crying more she didn't realize, when she had started to run away from him. Rehaan had been calling her name and following her steps but she stopped a cab and got inside.
