HER BROKEN HUSBAND

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

"Maybe and just maybe, not all men and maybe and just maybe, not all women!"- Isma and Hisham.

Cake!

Cake!

And nothing but more cake!

Strawberry?

No!

Chocolate?

Hmmm...

Vanilla?

Maybe!

Tiramisu?

Uhhhh...

Who said cheesecake wasn't an option?

Ugh!

Why was this so hard?

I mean it was just cake!

Wasn't it?

Then why...

Well, the answer to that didn't really require for her to solve some 50th century riddle.

It was just simple.

She was chasing perfection.

Nothing but perfection.

When it came to Hisham Hosseini...

Something in her refused to settle for less.

It had to be right!

For him, it just had to!

Wait...

What?

Since when?

Ummm...

Anyways...

All five flavours was what it finally came down to.

All five flavours specially selected for Hisham along with two other generous boxes of chocolate cake for the rest of the office floor.

A cute little smile couldn't help but tug at Isma's lips as she gazed down at the five dainty little cake boxes gently nestled in her hands.

Boxes way carefully and cutely wrapped, almost a tad bit too pretty to touch if anyone asked.

Sure they were boxes that held dessert.

For her, however...

They held something much more.

They held a celebration.

A quiet victory to her very first small rebellion.

A silent win and it was all thanks to...

Hisha...

Okay!

She didn't want to keep mentioning his name again and again but...

You all got the gist!

He had done it just so effortlessly, you know?

Lifting the entire universe and gently placing it at her feet.

Sure, on paper it was just but a mere driving course but to her...

It was the entire world.

Literally!

Just her turning the key into the ignition for the very first time had felt nothing short of a revolution.

It had most definitely shifted the gears in her; redefining absolutely everything she knew.