Turning around, Rubaab glanced at Arsalan, whose vein on his forehead pulsed with restrained fury; his ear tip blushing crimson in simmering anger. Seeing guards standing in proximity to Rubaab, his wife, didn't sit well with him. Marching towards them with purposeful and confident strides, he ensnared Rubaab with a firm grip on her arm.

"How dare you!" he spoke in a hushed murmur, sending an eerie shiver down their collective spines. From the corner of his eyes, he observed Rubaab shivering. It was her inaugural encounter with this level of his wrath, prompting her silent vow to never incur his anger. She found herself wary of his formidable presence.

His domineering aura enveloped her; the Arsalan she'd been cohabiting with wasn't the same Arsalan presently before them. This iteration of Arsalan appeared taller, more robust, tinged with a hint of madness, his crimson eyes and tightly clenched jaws accentuating the transformation. Turning towards Rubaab, his gaze softened.

Placing his hand delicately on her cheeks, he gently redirected her focus. "Rubaab, my love, what happened?" His voice, unexpectedly soft and mellifluous, left everyone present astounded. This marked the first instance he had unveiled such gentleness within the confines of the office—a truly extraordinary occurrence.

The receptionist and the other woman who had been insolent towards Rubaab now grasped her importance to him. "W-wo ma-mai ap k p-pass arahi t-thi. Inhon ne a-ane n-nhi dia?" Rubaab, with a wavering voice, addressed him.

(I was coming to you...but they didn't let me)

His grip on her tightened, conveying displeasure without causing undue pain. He directed an intimidating glare at the guards and the receptionist. "Kon he wo?" he inquired, and Rubaab, with innocent resolve, pointed to the two transgressors. It didn't provide any solace, but they had brought her to tears, prompting her to indicate them. Nodding, he summoned his secretary, who stood witness to the unfolding scene.

(Who were they?)

"Bring them into my office," he commanded, escorting Rubaab towards his office, leaving the onlookers staring at Arsalan's hand firmly resting on Rubaab's waist.

"Kon hai ye Boss ki?" the receptionist asked Arsalan's Secretary. "Mrs. Arsalan," their widened eyes and audible gasps spoke volumes, eliciting a smirk from Arsalan. Patting them on the shoulder, he remarked, "Apna khiyal rakhna. Sir ne bulaya hai. Good luck," departing before instructing them to join Arsalan in his office

(Who is she to him?)
(Take care, boss called you)

Inside Arsalan's office, Rubaab found solace within his embrace, tearfully recounting her ordeal. "B-bhot g-gandi hain! M-maine b-bola mai j-janti hun l-lekin lwkin a-ane nhi d-dia." Arsalan embraced her, swaying gently to and fro, soothing her like a distressed child. "I'm sorry, meri jaan. I'll make them pay!"

(They are bad, I told them I know you)

"Hmm," she hummed, and he bestowed a tender peck upon her forehead. "Wese kyun ai thi?" he inquired, and she gasped, recollecting the bag she had carelessly tossed onto the couch upon her arrival. "Apka khana. Maine banaya tha." Arsalan looked at her with a gentle smile.

(By the way, why did you come)
(I made you food)

"Acha, kya banaya apne?" Rubaab extricated herself from his tight embrace and approached the bag. Opening it, she retrieved a bowl along with plates and forks. "Maine spaghetti banai! Italian style," she shared, her shy admission acknowledging that spaghetti can only be authentically Italian!

(Really, what did you make?)
(I made spaghetti)

He hummed and settled beside her on the couch. Once more, he enveloped her in a side embrace, nuzzling his head against her neck. "Arsalan, mujhe nikalne den," she requested, her face now flushed, his tender gestures inadvertently exacerbating her discomfort. Arsalan, with a light smirk, continued gazing at her.

(Arsalan, lemme take them out)

A knock on the door interrupted the moment. Arsalan stood, and Rubaab observed his expression hardened once more. Granting permission for their entrance, he clasped Rubaab's hand and guided her to stand, escorting her towards his ornate swivel chair. Placing her in the seat, he stood by her side.

The receptionist and the other women, accompanied by his secretary, entered. They beheld Rubaab seated in the boss's chair, Arsalan standing stoically beside her.

"Come in, come in, ap logon ka hi itnezar tha mujhe." Both women gulped. Arsalan's secretary Faris, along with the receptionist Ayesha and another worker Fariya, positioned themselves before Arsalan's imposing desk, heads bowed, lips quivering. The palpable fear of his authority lingered in the room.

(Come on in, I was waiting for you)

"Sir, mujhe maaf karden, mujhe nhi pata tha ye apki wife hain?" Ayesha spoke. Arsalan arched an eyebrow, prompting her to continue. "She asked you to call me, didn't she? Mana maine mana kia hai k dont disturb me while im in meeting but there wasn't any harm to ask Faris, right?"

(Forgive me sir, I never knew she was your wife)
(I agree I told you not to disturb me but you could have asked faris)

Ayesha and Fariya nodded. "And even if she wasn't my wife, does it give you any right to misbehave?" He inquired, his tone resonating with intimacy.

"Sir, wo bhot choti lag rahi thi. Hame kaise pata chalta?" Fariya spoke boldly, even as her legs trembled.

(Sir, she looked too young)

"I SAID APKO KOI HAQ NHI BANTA KISI SE BAT TAMEEZI KARNE KA!" He suddenly roared, causing all of them to flinch, including Rubaab!

(I said you got no right to misbehave with anyone)

"YOU BOTH ARE FIRED. AINDA NAZAR NA AO MUJHE... Kafi time se tumhari ye laparwahi bardasht ki but ab nhi, HOW DARE YOU CALL GUARDS ON MY WIFE. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE"

(You shouldn't come in front of me again, I was enduring you but its enough!)

His abrasive reprimand brought tears to their eyes, and before they could plead, he reiterated, "I SAID GET. OUT." Faris patted them on the back, signaling them to exit.

After their departure, Arsalan sank onto the couch, holding his head. Rubaab silently stood up, sat beside him, and placed her hand on his shoulder, offering comfort. Sensing her gentle touch, he grabbed her waist and shifted her onto his lap. She gasped; it was the first time he had pulled her to sit on his lap!

Nuzzling his face into her neck, he inhaled her scent while she gently patted his head. "Ap gussa nahi karen. They are gone, apka blood pressure high hojaega," she reassured him. Having witnessed her father and even Karim Shah experience elevated blood pressure, she didn't want him to endure the same. He tightened his grip on her and looked up at her.

(Dont get angry, your blood pressure will shoot)

"Kisi ko! Kisi ko bhi ye haq nahi jo meri biwi ko rulaen! Jitna mai pyar karta hun tumse, jitna koshish karta hun tum na rou, utna ye log mere sar par nachte hain!"

(No one! No one has the right to make my wife cry! The more I love you, the harder I try to keep you from shedding tears, the more these people dance on my nerves)

She pouted and nodded her head, her cheeks now undoubtedly tinged with red. "Ok. Mai koshish karungi k mai nhi roun... Ab ap Khana khayenge? Qk mujhe to mere pait mai se chuhon ki awaz arahi hai..."

(I will try to not cry but please lets eat na)

He chuckled at her, his heart brimming with love and adoration. As he pecked her cheeks and forehead, his fingers cradled her face. She shyly looked at him, and his eyes conveyed a profound message—they were intense.

Parting her lips, she gulped, and his thumb caressed her cheek. Pulling her closer, he pecked her nose, put his forehead on hers, and took a deep breath, gazing deeply into her eyes. He so wanted to kiss her. "Rubaab? Can I--can I kiss you?" he whispered.

Gulping a little, Rubaab nodded, her heart and stomach dancing in tandem. He began by placing a kiss on both her eyes before sealing their lips in a gentle peck. There was no haste, no trace of lust; it was pure love. His lips lingered tenderly on hers.

Pulling apart, he looked at her before initiating a more profound kiss. His lips explored hers while hers stayed still. Taking her upper lip into his mouth, he bit it slightly, prompting her to playfully slap him on the shoulder.

Laughing, he pulled away. She caught her breath, pouted, and touched her upper lip. "Katti, mai naraz!" she declared, turning her back on him. He laughed even more, her unmoving lips amusing him. That's why he bit her, but oh, she looked cute now. "Acha sorry. Ab nhi karunga"

(I am upset!)
(Okay sorry, I won't do it again)

"Acha, do na kya banaya hai...ab to thanda hogaya hai!" Rubaab nodded, and Arsalan prepared their plates, the food almost pitifully forgotten by him! Forgotten? Food? He took the first bite while she waited for his reaction.

(Okay but give me what you made!)