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— H O O R —

. . .

“Zahir!” I utter, tapping his bicep. “There's an ice cream parlor!” I tell him quickly before we are far away from it.

“Huh? You want ice cream now?” He grumbles, still driving.

“Yeah, so what? Come on, stop the car, Zahir!”

“Hoor, it's raining outside. I don't want you to —”

Guess what? It is going to take an argument for him to get agreed with me and I am ready to do it. Let's get ready, Hoor.

“Zahir, nothing will happen to me. Now, I want the ice cream, and get me one.”

“No, Hoor! Try to understand —”

“No, Zahir, you try to understand!” I snap at him, taking him by surprise. He looks at me with those wide eyes, stopping the car right there.

“Hoor?” He almost whispers, scared.

I shut my mouth, pressing my lips tight and staring at him blankly. Giving me that confused and scared look, I know he is scared of me and now, he will bring me a cone or anything I desire.

“Tum pregnant ho?” He asks instead, still confused.

(Are you pregnant?)

I stare at him amazed. W
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