— H O O R —. . .A knock interrupts me. Twice it happens, catching my attention to the door that is still closed. “Come in,” I say, going back to my work. My ears receive the sound of the door opening and the woman walks in. The sound of her heels striking the floor is loud enough to give me a hint. I do not raise my gaze, eventually recognizing the woman by her cherry and almond scent. “Good morning,” she says, her voice overly sweet. And I noticed how she missed the word ‘Ma'am’ which she would usually use for me. Anyway, I pay less attention. “Morning,” I say, raising my gaze to look at her. “What would you want to tell me?” I ask straight, keeping my hand down which holds the pen. Her lips stretch in a small smile. “I came to apologize for what happened to you. Because of me, your foot was injured badly. You had to rest for two days and I'm sorry for that...” I wonder if she really is. After all, she got those days to spend with my husband. Of course, in my absence, it was
— H O O R —. . .Somewhere in my heart, I feel rest. Finally, no Siya is coming with us. And no Siya going alone with my husband. It is just Zahir and I. “Hoor?” He interrupts my chain of thoughts, calling me softly from behind. I turn as I look at him. He is ready to leave. He comes to me and puts his hand on the small of my back, cocking a brow as he silently questions me. “What?” I murmur, walking ahead as we leave together. “You were deep in thought. May I know what were you thinking so hard?” He asks in his usual low yet deep voice, making butterflies dance in my stomach. Along with that touch on my back through which he lets the world know that I am his and he is mine, I think my heart is melting inside my chest, dripping to nothing. “Uh... surely Siya isn't coming with us, right?” I steal a glance at him, not wanting to look around at people who are staring at us once again. Only some are sensible enough to mind their own business. “Not with us. I know I have to keep m
— H O O R —. . .Days have passed since that meeting and since then I have noticed that I have become busier than before. Because of Mr Hunt, now I do not even get rest at home. Most of the time, I only get calls from him, in which almost an hour passes for our discussion.Thanks to my habits, I do not like to spend more than an hour on the phone. I can't do it. I do not know how people can talk for so long. I can't. Even if it starts taking too much time, I quickly disconnect the call. Mr Hunt also knows about this and cannot raise any objection.I even forbade him to call me at home, but he did not agree. I can understand that I have to give extra time to finish the work quickly but he has to keep in mind that I do not live alone. My husband also lives in my house, he will definitely not like that I am helping Mr Hunt. I want this work to be completed quickly. I have very little time and I would like to spend it convincing Zahir to terminate this contract. And if that does not hap
— H O O R —. . .“Where were you?” The question halts me where I am as I stand like a statue in front of him, not expecting this at all. My eyes linger over him in uncertainty. I do not know what I have to answer him because surely, I can't tell him everything honestly. He waits for me patiently and I do not even want his suspicion to rise. I swallow, chewing my bottom lip as I make an answer in my head. I have no other way than I lie to him. “Parul...” I breathe slowly as I take a step ahead, continuing, “Parul works nearby and we just ran into each other. I had to stop by.” He looks satisfied now. I breathe peacefully, “And I was craving chocolate so I went to a store. There we ran into each other.”“She works there?” He asks, smiling at the information. I remember her telling me that she got a new job. She definitely does not work in a store. “No, she works somewhere else. Just came to buy something.”“I see,” he answers in a low voice. I stop near his desk. “You asked for
— H O O R —. . .“Are you out of your mind, Hoor?” He says, breaking all my expectations just in a second. I stare at him dumbfounded, my heart sinking deeper. My eyes do not flutter as they are set on him but he has my hands clammy in anticipation. I muster up the courage to ask, “Wh-What do you mean, Zahir?” My tone is confused. Still. I am still expecting him to give me an explanation so it can relieve the burn in my chest. “It's simple, Hoor!” He utters, getting up as he releases a deep sigh. His arm raises and he runs a hand through his hair. Once again as he shows he is frustrated. I narrow my eyes at him, staring at his face as he steps away, continuing, “It's simple that I don't wanna be in a relationship. And haven't I told you that already?” The next he turns around, eyes boring into mine. They hold frustration and anger, resembling a darker and deeper shade of ocean. His jaw clenches as he adds, “I made it clear already!”He did but I started having feelings for him.
— H O O R —. . .Three days have passed. Life is going on as before. The only difference is that whatever happened between Zahir and me seems like a dream. Everything disappeared as soon as I opened my eyes.Work and prayer help me to forget all this every moment, but I cannot use them every moment to escape from the past. Because of whatever happened that night, I still feel as if there are wounds in my heart that have not healed yet. But I know that time will change everything and all wounds will heal. God will do it. Right now I am just waiting for these days to pass. Now that I know that our relationship is not going to improve, I do not want to stay here any longer.Another time my phone rings. It is Mr Hunt. I have been ignoring his calls since this morning but he does not seem to give up. I am not in the mood, simple. I do not want to talk to him but I know I have to. I will be responsible for many things then. Clenching my jaw, I pick up the call and I remove my gaze from
— H O O R —. . .“So tell me...” He begins nervously, running a hand through his hair as he looks at me. I wait for him. Maybe he is going to take eternity. Who knows? He is always like that around me; shy and all. Even now he is unable to look me in the eyes. I too do not have any obsession with it. To me, Zahir's eyes are everything. Keeping the straw in my mouth as I enjoy my Faluda ice cream, I steal a glance at his already-flushed face. Now what does he see? I roll my eyes back to the setting sun and realize that I have spent more time with him. I do not worry about my work. I know I will complete the pending tasks but I needed to refresh my mind which he helped me having. He is an amazing friend, to be honest. After how Zahir spoiled my mood with that interrogation, he called me and I came out to meet him. He took me to places around and bought me ice cream. Walk with him was nice as he kept cracking silly jokes. I was even laughing. Yeah, I like such stupid jokes. He wa
— H O O R —. . .“May I come in, ma'am?” I know what he is taking with him, and it is only for me to handle. I sigh as I look up from the screen that troubles my eyes. My gaze lands upon a man standing at the door and I am not sure how many times I have seen him today with towers of files in his arms. Only for me!“Of course,” I have to pass him a fake smile.He comes in and sets the tower beside other files. Wow. Just look at my room. How amazing it looks filled with files and files alone. And whose hand is all in this? Surely, my husband's! Because he does not want me to meet Mr Hunt anymore and he can't even confront me and order me around, so he is using such methods to keep me here. Not only that but he is keeping me with himself in meetings. All the meetings which were to be held in the next month and whatever was arranged by me, he thought of completing them all in this month itself. He made me make some changes in the schedule and everywhere he carried me. All this just