7
Shahwar woke up at fajr the next morning and offered her prayers.
Rehaan was still asleep when she went down to the kitchen and made tea for herself.
She remembered how abba ji would call her every single day when she was in Barcelona.
She wanted to dial her phone and talk to him but what would she say?
He wouldn't feel remorse for what he had done.
Why did she have to work so hard for years at her university when it was all to go to waste?
At the end of it she was just another woman without a degree or qualifications.
After an hour she went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast, twenty minutes later the house helpers arrived and stood in astonishment looking at their boss's wife.
She had made a lot many items for breakfast, from cheese omelette, croissants and homemade bread to even aloo ke parathay and halwa.
For Shahwar this wasn't a big deal, she loved one thing and that was cooking.
It was comfort for her. She knew they had to travel today and went upstairs when she was done tasting the final outcome of each of the cooked items. After a quick shower she changed into a floral sundress and came down to eat the food she had prepared with much excitement.
Things had already been laid down at the table for her and she mouthed a thank you to the staff.
She started with the parathas and devoured two of them.
Feeling a little too heavy on the stomach she decided to take a short break and return to eat after an interval of ten minutes.
She stood up and went inside the kitchen again looking for some fruits.
They'd already been cut out for her by the kitchen workers and she was handed a plate.
When she walked out she saw Isabel standing near the table, "Hi.
" Isabel returned the smile and Shahwar walked towards the table.
"Sab hi agaye sirf mere shohar hi soutay ja rahay hain.
" She said out loud knowing none of the people would understand the language, till she heard a throat clearing from behind her.
(Everyone is here, just my husband has been sleeping.)
"Morning." Rehaan sat down as Shahwar stood still feeling awkward at what he had heard but then she let it go and sat down happily to eat her fruits when she felt Rehaan unbothered by it all.
"Who made the breakfast?" He suddenly asked Isabel and Shahwar stopped munching on the apple.
"Oh, you're not used to the different taste of the food right?" Shahwar beat Isabel to her words. "Mene banaya hai yeh, I'll ask them to get you what you like." She stood up ready to go to the kitchen.
(I made this,)
"You made this?" He asked and she stopped midway.
"Yes." She pressed her lips to a thin line regretting her carelessness for not getting his food prepared by the cook.
"Bohat acha hai." He said and continued eating.
(It's really good.)
He was immensely impressed. First French and then exceptional cooking skills.
He was wondering who this girl was. She was Salman Nawaz's daughter of course and it was not absolutely shocking that she could learn other languages belonging to an elite class family.
Though cooking was something remarkable for the riches too.
But regardless of it all, nothing ever appealed to him more than the sake of consideration.
The only woman he'd ever found himself attracted towards was Beena.
Whether Beena tried or not, it never mattered to him because his eyes only searched for her.
Shahwar gave him a bright smile and sat down, "When do we leave?"
"After breakfast."
"Okay." She was constantly smiling at the approval from her husband for her cooking.
Shahwar took a couple of clothes and important things for the journey with herself in a bag and went down towards the car that was brought right in front of the entrance door where Rehaan was already seated when she got inside.
It was a long, an hour and a half ride and Shahwar was bored.
She hated being bored. The regret of not bringing even a book with her to read was obvious on her face.
Whilst Rehaan was completely fine in the same state from the beginning of the travel time.
She wondered how it was possible for a person to sit for so long in the same position and not feel exhausted.
Shahwar badly wanted to spread her legs on the backseat but her very highly mannered and a man of etiquette husband would throw deathly glares at her if she did so. His looks were enough on their own to cause death though.
The car ride finally ended her agony when it stopped and Shahwar got out as fast as possible. It was a remote area but outrageously mesmerizing. The house, more like a manor in front of her resembled a heritage sight, like a duke's residence.
Her legs felt a little numb due to the continuous stillness throughout the journey but it didn't really matter to Shahwar and she pulled her bag on her shoulders walking inside. "Shahwar, come here." Rehaan waited for her standing near the dining hall.
She walked towards him, "Don't roam around on your own here. Let me know before going anywhere." He pressed his eyes at her.
"Okay." She lightly lifted her face at him.
"I mean it. You'll let me know."
"Even bathroom?" It was supposed to be meant as a sarcastic joke.
"Abhi le jaon?"
(Should I take you now?)
"Bedroom."
"Dono ka ek hi hai, guests will be coming in later at night so don't try anything funny like yesterday."
(We both have the same,)
"I didn't—" She herself left her words unfinished feeling upset with his. It was him who had originally planned that room for her. That was his idea not hers.
"Come I'll take you." He started walking somewhere and Shahwar just followed behind not paying much attention to the route.
She entered a room that was filled with flowers all around and it took her mood to cloud nine forgetting whatever her husband had remarked about.
"I'll send someone to help you get ready later. You rest now." He moved near the door to leave.
"Aap?" She turned around to him. "Thodi dair lait jayen it was a long drive." She knew if he'd said they had the same room he wouldn't go and lie down in another one.
(You?
Lie down for a while it was a long drive.)
"You don't have to worry about it." He nodded at her but she held his hand.
"Zid mat karein please." Her usual soft voice made him stop, he had wanted her to comfortably rest and get ready without feeling tensed around him. He did want to take a nap badly but he'd decided to skip it for her.
(Don't be stubborn please.)
Sighing he stepped back in and Shahwar smiled at him leaving his hand and closing the door.
"Feel like it's your own house Mr Kazmi." She chuckled and it made Rehaan smile after a long time.
He took his shirt off walking towards the bed and Shahwar was taken by surprise at the sight.
Her cheeks were heating up because of the extreme view.
He was massive, muscled and everything was too prominent on his front and back, abs, pecs and rest of it for her to not notice.
Rehaan lied down casually and put his huge bicep over his eyes to cover them.
His wife was standing frozen on the ground staring at him as her words had gone dead.
"Shahwar. Lie down." His eyes were still covered as the voice came from him bringing her back to reality.
"Of course, why not. I'm very tired. Very much." She muffled around with her dress then shakily laid on the empty side of the bed and forcefully turned her back towards him. Sleep had flown out of the room for her. She was wide awake lying there next to him.
The end. ??