Gauhar's POV
He averted his gaze as he ran a hand through his dark messy hair and cleared his throat, "Of course, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. And now that I've seen you already, there's no point in hiding it right?"
I loved how his ears turned red when I continued to stare at him instead of answering him. I guess I did understand why he would enjoy seeing me get flustered.
He turned his face away from me and trained his gaze towards the painting on the wall in front of us. "Anyway, the point is I don't care what you do or do not wanna call yourself. Just make sure that you don't make it obvious that you aren't happy with this marriage."
