Whispering sincerely, he let her hairs fall, considering her his porcelain doll which needed extreme care.

“Thank you for everything, Zain. I will try my best to be a good wife.” She whispered back, turning to him.

“Glad to know.” He hummed, taking a step back.

“Anyways, you should change, this dress must be heavy. I am amazed how you walked.” He chuckled, checking her out once again.

“True.” She chuckled.

“Do you need help with it?” He asked gallantly.

“Yeah, Can you unhook it? It’s well-fit and I don’t want to rip it by force.” She said, turning and showing her back to him.

“Sure.” He smiled but when...