“Ya Allah, I have never traveled into first class before,” My beautiful wife beamed.

After a devilishly long time, I saw a glimpse of happiness on her face.

She was going where she wanted to for a long time, to her dream place after all.

“I would have taken you there on my private jet but I can’t. Sorry.” I chuckled, indulging in the merest shine she displayed.

Her jaw dropped, “You have a private jet?!” She whisper-yelled.

“Yes. Though it is just rotting there, Asad and Ruben mostly use it to go to London.” I shrugged my shoulders, telling her nonchalantly while enjoying her bewilderment.

“Why can’t you take...