Gauhar's POV
"Damn Haru, I must say, you've got yourself a pretty decent place. Gotta admit that your husband has good taste, but then he chose you so that makes my assessment a tad bit questionable." Daniya grinned at me from her perch on the kitchen counter where I was currently preparing food for us.
"Well maybe even the best of us make mistakes sometimes." She shrugged, earning a tomato to her face which she expertly dodged while taking a huge bite of the carrot I was currently grating.
As I cut the vegetables for our sandwiches I couldn't help but feel a little dejected at the thought that Altamash hadn't so much as touched the dinner I had prepared for him yesterday. I never usually made food for anybody, especially not for men who went around acting like pricks.
But the look on his face after my outburst was glued onto my brain and try as I might I couldn't shake off the niggling sense of guilt that I had hurt him more than I had expected to.
