“Just being a gentleman,” he says, backing off and sitting back down in his seat. I look at Reyansh, who gives me a reassuring nod, and I sit down.
I hope this dinner goes quietly and without any mess.
They keep talking business, and I get to know how smart my man is. I mean, I have always known how smart he is, but seeing him talk numbers like this makes me hot for him. He looks like a…dessert. In his navy blue suit and a crisp white shirt, and his stubble all growing.
“Aisha,” Louis calls me, and I stop ogling my husband. “I have heard you work too at a publishing house.”
“Yes,” I say. “I am the senior editor and executive.”
“That’s impressive for a woman.”
My eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” he says, shaking his head with a stupid smirk plastered on his face. “Most women who are married to a rich guy like Reyansh choose to be a housewife.”
“Well, that’s their choice, which I respect. After all, being a housewife isn’t any less than a job.”
“And Aisha supports me in every way,” Reyansh adds. “She is a gift. Supportive and intelligent. Ambitious and caring. My dream woman.”
His words are sweet, but I don’t feel as complimented as I should. We shouldn’t even be having this conversation. I love that he always comes to my defense, but the fact that he had to in this situation in itself is very sickening.
“She is feisty,” he says, and the way he looks at me is disgusting, and I can see from the corner of my eyes that Reyansh is pissed. His jaw is clenched, and his hand holding the fork is tight. “And smarter than you, I must say. No offense.”
“Intelligence isn’t a competition in our marriage, Louis. You could implement that in your life.”
His words probably hit the chord because Louis’s face turns taut and I silently smile.
I don’t have a good feeling about this dinner anymore.
The rest of the dinner goes in a sour mood, and I can feel the tension in Reyansh, and I can feel that this conversation didn’t go well with him.
Neither did it with me.
First, Chhavi, and now him. It is like the universe keeps throwing these balls at us one after another, and now I am crying for help.
I need a break.
Aisha Kapoor
“He really is terrible,” I say, removing my earring as a way to break that awkward tension between us.
“I did say that before; you just didn’t believe it,” he says, and while I know he doesn’t mean it like that in a mean or rude way, I am a little sensitive to tones, and his is absolutely not something I appreciate.
“I just thought it would be good for your company,” I add softly.
He looks up at me, and his face relaxes a bit. He removes his watch and walks over to me, and I wonder what he is about to do.
Just when I bend down to keep the rest of my jewelry on the table, he wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in my neck.
I know today was a harsh day for him and honestly, for the both of us. He woke up stressed, and even though he kept saying that everything was okay, I knew that something was on his mind that was bothering him.
While I have always pushed him to talk about his feelings, I know when to stop doing that. Sometimes, despite all feelings, it is okay to give your partner space. Some things are just too heavy to be spoken about, and I have learned the hard way to stop forcing him to speak.
“I am sorry,” he says and presses a firm kiss on my neck. “I really hate that man. I haven’t been feeling good, and I reallywould have loved to not go tonight. But you insisted, and I am not upset about it. I am just…tired.”
“It’s okay,” I say, running my hand through his hair. “I understand.”
“You know the highlight of tonight?”
