As they finally bid farewell, Yuuma tediously sunk into her seat; relief swiping over her, but not before curving a smile to her settled lips. She contemplated over her content thoughts: knowing, she will be back in familiar environments again, more smiles overwhelmed her; now, only time was sending between her. But she knew, with time everything changes, and with time everything really does become alright. So, in mingled thoughts, she closed her eyes dipping into a dream like state. But, she wasn't aware there was also someone in the car sitting beside her, who may not let her die down this peacefully.
"You look truly beautiful when you slumber away like that, but I don't like sitting here being lonely, so why-" Arhaan began, but was cut off before he had the chance to finish his ire thought.
"If you don't mind, I'm still a bit tired, I'm married to you for god sake, I know for a fact we have ALOT to talk about, but for now, please leave me so I can die down for the next 45 minutes tops and then-." A yawn escaped her lips and her eyes began to slowly shut down. "I would listen to whatever you have to say." She finished as she tediously closed her eyes.
A few seconds past when a chuckle echoed, and then he began to speak. "A woman of control...you truly are the first," He stated leaning back with her, and then in a quick second Arhaan was up again. He grabbed on to Yuuma's arm yanking her towards him. The impact of his pull wasn't intended to have such a great force, but her body ended up colliding against his built and bold chest. "I'm sorry, but I don't like it when I'm interrupted. Don't you think you should have respect considering I'm your husband." He mocked the term "husband" like it was an ownership.
Yuuma fuelled back to her defence like an animal protecting their threatened territory. "No, you're only a stranger to me; we both are to each other, and what husband? The only reason you married me was to your gain, to your own benefit, for your company...isn't. That. Right, Mr. Arhaan Gowher?"
His hurt ego turned into an enormous smile. "So you knew...so, why say yes? You could have declined." He simply stated, as he loosed his grip.
"I have my reasons, as you have yours." She answered frankly.
"But that's unfair don't you think? You already know mine, while you are still a blank to me."
"Well," Yuuma said, as she placed her palms on either side of his hands sliding it away. "Let's just say, your reason has some connection to mine."
"You own a company too?" He supposed teasingly. But his look still carried a bit of confusion after his anger dimed down.
"And besides," Yuuma continued "what you just did now could be considered as abuse, I could-. " Before she could even finish, his smile turned into laughter.
"You are indeed amusing." He spoke
"Well Mr. Gowher, I don't say things to amuse you, quite frankly, at this very moment, I perceive you as a flirt who uses people for their own benefited gain." She declared.
"Oh, is that what you got," He renounced in a quiet, sly tempering voice, placing his elbow against the top of the car seat, moving his body forward, placing his face inches from hers. "Just one thing princess, I can take your flirtatious comment, but don't assume right away, it may cost you." He finished, and then finally retreated back to his position. He turned his head to the road and realized where they were at this moment. "15 more minutes, I guess I took that sleep you wanted," He smiled.
"That's great, how about this." She started annoyed "you turn around, and we'll both ignore each other's presence." As Yuuma finished with an irritating smile.
"As you wish, but just remember, you have another eight and a half hours to tolerate my presences." And with that said he turned his head, attaining more interest to the view it held outside. Yuuma couldn't tell what she has gotten herself into. But she wondered; what was it that made her react this way? Did she not promise herself she would obey whomever she married? So shouldn't she be respectful to Arhaan?
The car came to a halt under the departure section of the airport. Yuuma got out, as Arhaan followed pursuit. The driver came from behind passing by Arhaan and started taking out the luggages from the trunk. As the driver did that, Arhaan and Yuuma starred at each other looking with unreadable expression on either faces. Yuuma finally broke the starring contest as she got to her suit case picking up the handle and closing her fingers around it. She started wheeling toward the entrance with her other bags latched on to her shoulders struggling to the entrance. She was so focused on her bags that she didn't prepare herself for what happened next.
"BAHGAM!" Yuuma heard behind her. She truly wished it was a couple that absolutely loved each other for the husband couldn't spend even 2 seconds away from his lovely wife. But, she was quite wrong. Yuuma turned around trying to see who that fool was, falling for the practical death sentence called love. However, it was no other than Arhaan who stood feet's away from her with a trolley latched with his baggage's on them at his side, while a huge grin was planted on his face as his hands were placed in a cupped position around round lips. Her eyes amplified in disbelief, she looked around them as everyone marching by had their eyes on them and only them. She swiftly walked over to Arhaan as her high heels tipper tapper at each step she took, stopping in front of him as her nostrils released air, with the letters death written across her eyes like an angry bull, breathing heavily as the arc of her eye brows made ripples between her temple. She looked at him while her arms flooded underneath her rising and falling chest, demanding an explanation through body language.
And he began, folding his arms against his chest placing them on top of the trolley handle. "Husband and wife should walk side by side; it doesn't look nice when the wife is ahead of the husband now... is it?" His voice was very sly and soft, almost alluring to Yuuma's ears. Shivers ran down her spine, as she controlled her emotions. She then took a deep breath stepping back. He came beside her as the back of his right hand glided through her left. Until his right palm slid through her left fingers closing around her hand, Yuuma quickly looked toward him with anger spoiling down her face, while a vast smile was planted across his. Yuuma tried to pull her hand away from Arhaan's firm grip, but he held on tighter. His body began to turn around while his hands followed after. But Yuuma stood her ground and didn't budge. Arhaan finally yanked her toward him, as Yuuma's body flew forward in his direction. Her head slammed against his chest, while her left arm swung up in the air, passing his shoulders, with arm and palms now side by side. Yuuma positioned her head, so it looked up towards her husband's while he gazed down at her. He dipped down to her face again, as his lips slightly swept her ear, whispering away in his tender voice. "Hun, if you don't want to hold hands, that's fine with me, because your second option... is me, carrying you inside." Yuuma backed up horrified as his suggestion, gazing deeply into those hazel eyes for any bluff. They were firm and challenging. Yuuma backed up a little more, but this time their fingers were inter linked with each others. And she didn't bother pulling, because she knew he would do what he said, thus she stopped resisting. He smiled again, like he did always, but this smile was different, this smile was a smile that stated: he was victorious
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