Chapter 70. Marriage Proposal

Her eyes were lifeless.

Struck.

Not blinking.

Not moving.

As if she was in a trance. Lost and wandering.

The grey of her eyes complemented with her thick lashes as she kept staring at the window, only able to see the clouds surrounding her as the airplane ripped apart the air, propelling forward.

Beside her sat Shehryaar, who was busy typing something on his laptop. His eyes were fixed on the laptop screen. She supposed it might be a response to one of his emails. He was Mr. Workaholic. He didn't even stop working when they were in the car, coming to the airport.

The coat he was wearing earlier was loosely hung on the arm of the chair. One of his hands scratched his stubble before resuming typing on the laptop. He seemed immersed in his work. Yet she seemed immersed in fear. Anticipation. And anxiety.

Anxiety about what awaited her in Dubai.

At that moment, she wished the plane could crash.

An instant death would