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"Iraj what are you doing here?" Rehaan looked at her with a sigh and shook his head.
"Oh. Mister. Don't you dare give me that look. At least I don't do divorce monopoly with my husband." She passed a sarcastic smile. Her brother looked terrible. A sight to see. She thought this was unreal.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He walked towards his office chair to sit.
"Yeh divorce finally hoga kab wese?" Iraj tried to hold back her smile to not let it turn into a fit of laughter at her brother's comedic behavior.
(When will this divorce happen finally?)
"Hojayega." His face turned into the most devastated expression.
(It'll happen.)
"Suna hai aap kaam hi nahi kar rahay aaj kal lekin office roz atay hain." She wanted to hold her mouth from ruining her acting.
(I've heard that you aren't working these days but you show up at work everyday.)
"I'm not interested in working at the moment." His tone was same.
"Aur bhabhi ko bohat khulay dil se yeh dukaanon ka karobaar bhi de rahay hain aap haina?" This time he passed her sharp look of being quiet.
(And you're giving sister in law your shop business with a very generous heart right?)
"She's my wife, I'll give her whatever I want Iraj. It's none of anyone's concern." His anger was evident in his eyes.
"Yes, I mean of course why not. I was just trying to say that yeh loss mien janay wali company kyun de rahay hain aap unko." She pouted trying to faze innocence.
(that why are you trying to give her a company that's going into a loss.)
"What?"
"Kitnay kanglay hain aap yehi lagega bhabhi ko jab dukaanon ka loss dekhengi woh." She continued with more pretense.
(How penniless you are is what she will think when she'll see the losses your stores are facing.)
"Rehaan Kazmi, aur kangla? You do realize who I am right?" He gave out an annoyed laugh.
(Rehaan Kazmi, and penniless?)
"Who are you?" She pushed further.
"The irrelevant losses that are going on right now are nothing. I can recover them in a week's time. That's who I am. And I'll give my wife everything that I can. Now if you're done then leave." Rehaan looked away from her clearly irritated.
"Exactly. If you're so damn good at getting what you want then go and get your wife back instead of passing her a wedding gift through a divorce." She snapped at him.
Rehaan suddenly looked up at the standing figure across his desk, "What?"
"Yes. Will you stop sitting here and sulking already.
I know you are definitely the reason why this divorce joke is happening but fix it already now.
You're Rehaan Kazmi. There's nothing that you want and can't get.
Please behave like the same person in fixing your marriage too.
Do whatever it takes to win her back. At any cost." She rolled her eyes at the man in front of her.
"She will be in pain if she's with me. I can't do it Iraj. I've hurt her way too many times now." His throat went out of breath talking about it.
"Then just win her back as many times Rehaan bhai. It takes many efforts to make that happen. Just stop wasting your time with the law department of your company." She added.
"What if she starts crying? How will I again watch that happen?
" He closed his eyes trying to forget the images of her breaking down every time she had in front of him.
It used to make his panic attacks get triggered every night and he was unable to even think of anything.
He had stopped even going to his bedroom since Shahwar had left.
It drove him insane when he had entered the room the next morning after she had left, he kept on touching everything, every object in the room trying to feel her and felt her absence with a denser inertia, he his loud hoarse cries had shaken the houseworkers, and Isabel had dialed his mother's contact and informed her about the situation with much fear.
"Then you'll make her feel like it won't happen again. You're going to prove yourself worthy. Now get up and leave. I have other things to do too." She ordered like her usual self with a smile.
"Also by the way, first fix your face please, and wear something nice other than your budhapay wala suit when you go there. You look like shit. Sorry for using such foul words but it's true." She pouted as he stood up to run to his house and get himself a flight to Barcelona.
(Oldie suit)
He was going to get his Shahwar to come back to him. He wasn't going to let her go ever.
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"Sometimes I think someone will ring the bell and my dream guy will be at my door, Shahwar." Meher looked at the ceiling with her fantasy in her mind sitting on the sofa.
"Yes Meher, aisay hi hota toh koi larki ghar se nikalti hi nahi. Every girl would just sit all day home waiting for the bell to ring." Shahwar exhaled pushing her ankles forward and backward slowly letting her feet relax.
(if it would've been that case then no girl would've ever left her house.)
"Shahwar, bahar nikal ke bhi kya dhoond liya mene wese. I have no one. When will I get someone?" Meher had been ranting about it since an hour and Shahwar had been facepalming herself.
(Shahwar, even by going outside what have I found?)
"I only want some chocolates. I'll go and get some from the refrigerator." She went to the kitchen to get them.
"Wese, I know you're very sensitive about this topic but Shahwar, your villainous soon to be ex husband is taking advantage of your naivety.
Aisay logo ki wajah se phir achay boys weird girls se shaadi kar letay hain aur achi girls weird boys ke saath phas jati hain.
Like you. But don't worry Sheru baby, mien usko ek punch zaroor marungi life mien ek baar.
" Shahwar shook her head and then thought of how upset she'd get if Meher tried to even hurt Rehaan a little bit.
(Because of people like your husband the good boys marry the weird girls and the good girls get stuck with the weird boys. But don't worry Sheru baby, I'll punch him once for sure in this lifetime.)
"Here." She passed a chocolate to her friend, "Stop talking about him." She sat down back on the sofa.
"Okay sorry." Meher unwrapped her pack and started eating.
A while later Shahwar went inside her bedroom and laid down with the same thoughts in her mind.
She got up and started to organize her wardrobe to distract herself.
Then she took some of her sleeping clothes and undergarments out and laid them on the bed to decide which ones should be chosen for her after shower outfit.
Shahwar decided to first shower and then come out to choose her clothes.
She went inside the bathroom and then after a long bath she came out of it wearing her bathrobe and took a pair of shorts and top in her hands to change into.
Before she could even take her bathrobe off she heard a knock on her door.
Knowing it would be Meher she opened it.
"What happened?" She asked looking at her friend who appeared like an enthusiastic excited cartoon.
"My dream guy is here. He rang the bell Shahwar!" She gave small celebratory jump and looked at her.
"What?" Shahwar was so confused.
"He's at the door. And oh my God Sheru he's so fucking gorgeous!" Shahwar was staring at her friend like she'd lost her mind.
"Who is it Meher? This guy could be a criminal ringing our doorbell at this time of the night." Shahwar was getting concerned.
"Sheru no, he doesn't have a criminal face, he's too handsome to be a criminal. I saw him through the bell camera." The bell rang again and Shahwar was starting to worry for her safety unlike her friend.
She hurried towards the entrance door and Meher followed.
Shahwar wanted to click on all the locks and set her alarm.
Before Dur e Shahwar could do anything Meher unlocked the door and the man came inside, "Hey darling.
Your maalik is here." The voice came and Shahwar turned to see the smile on Rehaan Kazmi's lips that could send someone into a heart failure.
Maalik agaye ghulaam ke paas bheeg maangnay.??