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— H O O R —Recap:- I scoff, “Husband,” not answering him anything. “Yes, husband! And the sooner you get this thing in your head, the less trouble will be for both of us.” Oh? Watching him through the corner of my eye as I find him scrolling down through his mobile, I mutter, “I know. No need to tell again and again. I have read the contract carefully. Don't mistake me for a child.” My reply seems to irk him because then, I hear him growling under his breath. “What's the problem with reining this tongue?” He complains, “Itna kyu bolti ho?” (Why do you speak so much?)~~~ “Ab issey bhi takleef hone lagi tumhe? Shikayat karna kab band karoge?” I could not hide my despair when I heard him and there is no way I will remain silent at his stupid treatment. (Now this too is bothering you? When will you stop complaining?)He throws a peal of humorless laughter before he gives me a death glare. “Jab tum bolna band karogi.” (The moment you'll stop talking.) “Huh, in your dreams!” I fl
— H O O R —Having my makeup removed, I get up to remove the gown. My hands reach to pull the zipper down and in the middle, when my off-shoulder gown begins to peel down, the door opens, revealing Zahir. What the—“You still didn't—” He begins to speak with a pink face when I utter, “How did you get inside? I remember locking the door!” I grip the fabric tight on my chest. One more second would have passed, and he could have caught the stupid lingerie I am wearing inside. He rolls his eyes. “It's my room, don't forget, Hoor.” My face grows hotter when I hear my name roll out from his tongue, and a frown catches my face when a smirk travels on his lips and he says, “And the doorknob has a fingerprint sensor. I'm the owner, wifey.” Wifey?! This tone seems naughty like he is implying something else. And wifey? Please, I am not used to it. He could have waited for it but he thought of giving my heart an attack when I was going to strip down. I can't help but roll my eyes. “Now, mind
— H O O R — When the maids arrived, informing us that dinner was ready, I finally palmed my stomach and sighed in bliss because I was hungry. After the morning I just got to eat. Although Rayma did offer me food in the middle of work, at that time I denied it because I was busy. Do not consider me ungrateful here. I respect food, but due to my old habit, sometimes I do not ask for a moment's rest in between work. And seeing the food served right in front of me, I got emotional, to be honest. I wanted to attack the plate but I do not have such a habit. I was better with the manners taught by my father. We prayed and then started eating. Zahir was sitting beside me, doing something on his mobile. A tight and bitter frown was on his handsome face. His jaw was twitched and his eyebrow was arched. The end of it was adorned by a mole which I noticed just now while my spoon was filled with food. Rayma seemed to notice it as she cleared her throat, gaining my attention. When I looked at
— Z A H I R —The room. I can't help but groan when I look at the decorated room in front of me. Not my Bhabhi's fault that she decorated, thinking Hoor and I will spend a night together, getting devoured. The thought makes me groan once again.I ruffle my hair and sit on the right side of the bed. I grab my laptop and Bluetooth bud. For one last time, I look around the romantically decorated room and release a sigh before starting my dear work. I do not want to imagine how Hoor would react after seeing this. If she dares to think I did this all, I swear I won't stop myself from doing something to her. We have been fighting all day long yet annoyed with each other. Guess what, no matter how much we quarreled, our irritability did not decrease. Not even a bit. I am not sure about her because she has insulted me enough at the dining table but about me, I think I will need another argument to calm myself down. Do not blame me now when Hoor has made me addicted to this all! Before Ho
— H O O R —“Why? Are you afraid of being tempted by me and end up doing something unexpected?” He says naughtily. His eyebrows wiggle playfully as a smirk finds its way to his full lips. I can't help but feel the heat creeping onto my cheeks. They feel hot all of a sudden as the idea itself seems tempting but why am I thinking like this for my contracted husband? No, Hoor, leave that idea. Do not।get into his seduction, you will regret it so bad. Yeah, I know. But just look at his audacity right now! After annoying me for at least half an hour, he says I can take advantage of his sleepy state. Samajhta kya hai yeh insaan khud ko?(What does this man think of himself?)But I know how to win out of this as I am such an expert here! “What? Don't think I'm gonna rape you while you're sleeping like a log!” That smirk vanished from his face as soon as he heard my answer. His lips pressed into a thin line and he glared at me, still looking so attractive and fine. Now it was my lips tu
— Z A H I R —Before marriage, I used to wake up in the morning with the killing sound of the alarm. I considered it the most annoying sound ever in the world. Getting irritated, I even threw the alarm many times and when I woke up, I saw that its parts were lying separately on the floor. I never paid much attention to it. Getting alarm clocks was not a difficult thing for me. Although my father reprimanded me many times because of my anger, I did not improve. I have lost count of how many alarm clocks I have wound up with. Even on the day of my marriage, I broke an alarm clock in the morning, although there was no alarm to wake me up on the first morning after marriage. It was something else. Something more pleasant and light. Like a clunk of metals. I was not sure what it was but it was not my alarm clock, I was hundred percent sure about it. My arm was resting on my forehead as I was sleeping peacefully, away from the world's every nerve-wracking problem. I have forgotten ever
— H O O R —I walk into the kitchen, getting the maid's attention as they bow to me lightly. They do it whenever they look at me, and I am growing annoyed by it. Seriously! But I do not complain and give them a small nod before I make my way to the large marble slab and put the bowl there. I peek over my shoulder and spot the one who has followed me to the kitchen. Yeah, my dear husband is behind me, looking around clueless. He is rubbing the back of his neck as he makes his way inside, whistling a soft melody. After a couple of minutes when he is done exploring the kitchen, his eyes land on me and he stops whistling. “What have you come to see? That I'm mixing poison in your food?” I ask, keeping my voice low as I do not want others to hear our little argument that is about to take place. I am not sure but I am surely angry regarding what happened this morning. Right after waking up in the morning, he decided to bother me. Nothing else, only I came to his mind. I know he made me
— Z A H I R —I come out of the closet while arranging the collar of my shirt. I then arrange the lapel, walking towards the vanity as I see my wife standing right in front of it, applying pink lipstick. The color is light, matching her skin tone. She applied strokes of it smoothly over her plump bottom lip while I traced the movement of them through my needy eyes. I did not even realize when I ended up staring at her though I came to get my hair done. Well, it can wait, right? I slow my pace to vanity, still lost in my wife's heavenly beauty. She is wearing just a silk robe over I do not know what. But through the deep cut in her robe, I can see the white-colored sweetheart neckline of a blouse. Oh, she is wearing a white saree? As the thought rakes my mind, I raise my eyes to search for her dress anywhere. On either side, as I run my eyes around, I notice a white net saree on a hanger on one of the walls. It has sequins inlaid and the border seems heavy. Sometimes I wonder how