Her Arrogant Husband

Reception part 2

Zenish

We walked through the door, almost every one was around us. Shayaan's​ one arm was still resting on my waist, I eyes the hall only to meet jealous and glaring eyes around me. Almost every woman was glaring me and drooling at the side of my husband. Now I realized when social media called my husband apple of eye of every woman. Soon we spotted mom and dad, we walked towards them

"Oh my, look at my daughter looking gorgeous Mashallah" mom exclaimed

"Bhabhi, you are looking so beautiful, Bhai you need to guard her now from other men" Mishal teased us

"Don't worry Mish I am already at this mission" Shayaan replied while the ladies awed making me blush

Soon we mingle and met the guest. I met alot of people, most of them were his business associates, and some were common friends but every person here belongs to a elite family. They looked so conserved yet so social, I have never been to such events, every one seems to be alert of how they talk or how they present themselves​. I am not the kind of judging person but that's what my observation says. I am feeling like I don't belong to them

"You seem to be quiet" I heard a familiar voice who brought out from my thinking world

"Are you saying you like to hear me Mr Ahmed" I snapped and looked towards

"It's really strange for speeding who doesn't stop speaking is actually silent" he chuckled

"I was just observing and thinking" I replied eying the crowd

"Penny of your thought" he said "mom told me this type of event is conducted on this day every year, does your parent celebrate there anniversary like this" I asked curiously

"These events are one way of business, you see there are alot of people who belongs to elite families this events help us in connecting easily, you will get used to of this type of event soon like mom did" at his last statement I looked at him disbelief

"Oh hello Mr Ahmed, it's pleasant meeting you, congratulations on your marriage" before I could speak we were interrupted by a man looking in his mid forties I believe with a young girl wearing red coloured short dress, clinging to his arm, she looked to young in front of him, maybe his daughter

"Thank you Mr Wilson" he replied coldly, his eyes then went on me. I would be honest his eyes made me uncomfortable

"My my you got very beautiful wife Mr Ahmed" he complimented me, I gave him awkward smile " Mrs Ahmed, I am Liam Wilson it's pleasure to meet you" he said in pure British accent and held a hand out towards. I just stared his hand to him. How to say I don't shake hands with na mehram. I looked towards Shayaan who was glaring Mr Wilson. He immediately took his hand

"My wife doesn't shake hands with other men Mr Wilson" he said

"Oh I am sorry Mrs Ahmed I didn't know" he apologized, he looked disappointed "well please enjoy the evening" with that he dragged me with him

"Wait you didn't​ let me talk to his daughter" he eyes me weirdly "daughter? Are you serious you thought she is his daughter" he asked

"She looked too young to be his wife, wait was she his wife" I asked confusedly

"Nah, neither she was his wife or daughter, which daughter wear too short clothes and clings to his father like that, use your common sense and beside he divorced his wife few years ago, she was his another mistress" I looked at him disbelief, my eyes roam around and caught the sight of Mr Wilson and girl beside him, his hand was moving on her bare back and she was smiling seductively at him. I closed my eyes, disgusted by the scene