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— 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