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— H O O R —. . .I come downstairs while my husband is behind, busy with I don't know what. I don't even care. I catch a glimpse of Ryan and he smiles at me the moment his eyes fall on me. "Chachi!" He utters, waving his hand at me. He got ready so early in the morning. Wow! (Aunt)I went to him and gave him a hug as he was waiting for me with his arms wide open. As we part, he says, "You're so cool!" He grins at me. "And so you do, little champ!" I pinch his nose gently, unlike his Chacha (Uncle) who doesn't even let him breathe. Savage Uncle! He giggles adorably. "I came to see you. Mama said we'll be leaving late. Maybe after you catch your flight. So I got ready to come to bid you goodbye," he completes himself, standing proudly. He even spoke like a man, not like a kid. How adorable this boy is! "How thoughtful of you," I say, planting a kiss on his cheek. My lipstick isn't ruined, don't worry. "I am," he wiggles his eyebrows, complimenting himself when we hear a loud scof
— H O O R —. . .My eyes could not remain open the entire flight because the flight was very long. Yes definitely. Even an idiot would know that Scotland is a long distance from India.As soon as the plane climbed into the sky, an hour later I fell asleep out of boredom. Zahir has a lot of work. He was not ready to rest even on the pretext of a honeymoon. This man did not let his laptop come off his arms even during the flight. For this man, his clients are very important and I don't blame Zahir. I myself like men who are hardworking but Zahir doesn't even take advantage of being a boss. Impressive, is he not? To be honest, I spent half an hour just staring at his screen. I had definitely understood that he was checking the ups and downs of the stock market after answering some clients but for me, this was very boring. I never liked commerce subject. Don't know how Zahir, after studying this subject, is managing a company today. Again impressive, is he not?He passed me a few gla
— Z A H I R —. . . I hold Hoor’s hand as we walk ahead towards the airport. Her hand is cold and tiny, almost fitting in my hand and I feel this urge to hug her all of a sudden because of her being so small before me. She is cute, I will not lie to myself. She steals a glance at me, probably thinking about my actions and that I am holding her hand because surely my image is not very good in her eyes. Especially when I have put that contract before her.But it was necessary. It was necessary to make sure that I wouldn't remain stuck in such a sacred bond. I do not like even the idea of it. Getting married was never on my wish list which I am fulfilling as I breathe daily. I do not want to remain married for the rest of my life because, for me, this bond carries a very heavy load of responsibility that I cannot handle. I made it clear to my Dad but he thinks I am delusional and that I will never be able to handle it. Truth to be told, when you are alone, life is simple. You only ha
— H O O R —. . . Phew! It was horrible and my heart was not beating finely at all. My breath was stuck in my throat and I had no idea what was going to happen when Zahir stood in front of me, unclasping the cufflinks. Though he looked somewhat hot while doing that all, I could not forget or overlook the result. Gosh! I thought he was literally going to strip off right before my virgin eyes naked! But whom was I even trusting? Zahir? A very evil husband of mine! He and his dumb jokes. However, now I am fine, taking deep breaths and scrolling down through my mobile. As we are finally away from our lovely family members, I know I cannot let go of this chance even though it is a fake honeymoon. I cannot let go of this golden chance, come on! I would love to look around the place and enjoy it. But will Zahir understand? I highly doubt it. We both know we did not want this honeymoon and he can use this excuse for keeping me locked up in this room with him. Surely I do not have anyt
— H O O R —. . . I sigh, coming out of the bathroom. I enjoyed it. It was peaceful, taking all my thoughts regarding Zahir and how he teased me and enjoyed laughing at me. I change into a comfortable set of pajamas and walk out. Zahir is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his mobile. Not even for a second he can leave it, right? I walk to him and sit on another couch. Yeah, I like this distance. This way, he won’t start troubling me again. And now that he has learned that even the littlest of his tactics are powerful enough to make my face throb red, I know he won’t leave a single chance to use it on me over and over again. As soon as I sit beside him, he puts down the mobile and starts taking off the lids of the utensils filled with food. The pleasant aroma fuses into the air and I breathe deeply, palming my stomach. Yes, I was hungry. “Hope that my choice won’t offend you,” he says, while I am busy looking at the meal he has ordered. Room service was the best idea ever
— H O O R —. . . I woke up as I felt soft breaths hitting my sensitive skin under the ear. I breathed softly, knowing in a moment that it was Zahir. He won’t understand, right? I know it was not intentional, I KNOW. Last night, too, I put a barrier between us to keep myself from getting into his arms but as I see, it was useless. He is once again holding me as if his life depended on my being close to him. Maybe he has an obsession with holding something while sleeping at night. That’s why he grabs me in sleep. Deciding to sleep for a few more minutes while my senses remain awake, I lay peacefully on the bed, not pushing away Zahir. It’s not like I won’t push him. I will. Just wait for a few more seconds because, in this pleasant weather outside, I’m not in the mood to get up and use all my might in swatting him away like I did last time. Zahir’s soft breaths keep caressing my skin and his hold is warm. Truth be told, his arms are more comfortable than any duvet. His warm prese
— H O O R —. . . Zahir was right when he said he has visited the place before and he knows what can grab my attention here and what not. To be honest, as I won’t lie to myself, Zahir was a nice husband to me today. He showed me a few places as he did not wish to spend much time there. According to him, it was all boring but I kept a hold on him. I insisted upon seeing everything carefully, enjoying the cold weather. Zahir held my hand as we visited the place. Amid our energy and excitement, I did not pay much attention to it. I did not even realize when our hands touched and fingers weaved together. Our arms brushed and I, not even planning to, clung to his arm like a koala. Oh, not like that! Like he would have to bear my weight! It would have caused him great trouble then. Rather, you see what happens between a couple when they are together? How they are holding each other not even realizing! So the way happened to us. Zahir and I came out after having breakfast. He asked m
— H O O R —. . . Fate was telling me from the beginning to never expect anything from Zahir but this time I ignored it and saw the result. I thought that Zahir was being nice to me for a moment but he dashed my hopes with one of his actions. Just a simple yet bitter act. Surely some people will murmur that Zahir cares for me but no one knows him better than me. I know very well that he was dying inside to take me out — not romantically. This pain was not being borne by him as if I was a burden. So today he expressed this by getting angry at me and scolding me for a small thing - that I did not cover my head in this cold.Why? Does he not understand that whether I wear a hat or not, I catch a cold? I am troubled by this myself but then, what is my fault in this? And he made me listen to him the entire way home as if there was no one on this earth more ignorant than me. Urgh! I bang the door shut behind me as I come out of the bathroom, wearing a set of fluffy pajamas. He stares
— Z A H I R —. . .It's been days since Hoor and I returned home after attending our relative's wedding. It was awesome, by her side, and on the other hand, I was nearly bored. Only nights were the most beautiful to me because we prayed together and spent some time together. I could not even imagine using the guest's room bed for making love with my wife so I restrained myself. However, it turned out to be a little harder when she kept throwing glances at me and getting ready for the functions. I had no other way than to look at her and praise her. I wanted to do more. After we returned, the first thing I did after taking a shower was to grab her in my arms and hug her like my life depended on it. She giggled, asking me about what changed in ms all of a sudden but I had nothing to answer her. I only breathed at that moment, loving her warmth and the softness of her chest against my head. That's my haven. That night we made love again and the more I explored her, the more needy
— Z A H I R —. . .I rejected it and I regret it now. It has been days since she confessed her feelings to me and I, like a bastard, rejected those feelings. Like every time, I only thought of responsibilities and all, not wishing to give our relationship a chance but after she started avoiding me, I had no other way than to realize my mistake. Hoor does not know, or maybe she is well aware of it that she even takes advantage of it that her ignorance brings me to my knees before her. I have felt it. Hoor makes me feel like I have admitted it to myself. Hoor has become a piece of mine, without whom, I am not whole. I am incomplete without her. I feel restless when she is away from me. When her eyes are not on me, I crave even one look at her. I know I can't live without her and she made me see it in those days. I thought maybe it was because we were getting used to each other so I decided to keep myself away from her. However, my own decision made me feel restless in my heart.
— H O O R —. . .He picks up the call while I sit, anticipating what is going to happen next. I fear Zahir's answer to Mr Hunt. I know he is a nice man but Zahir, in anger, says harsh things. I do not want him to start a fight with Mr Hunt. He puts the call on speaker and looks at me. His eyes linger over my face and solely catch my eyes. I swallow when I hear Mr Hunt's voice. “Hoor?” He asks, and I know I have to keep my mouth shut. “Hoor is with me. And stop calling her, okay?” Okay... It was not as gruff as I expected. I literally expected him to grab Mr Hunt's collar right pushing his hand into the screen of the phone and venting out all the frustration of the past night but he controlled it. Phew!“Uh...”“Yeah,” he breathes and disconnects the lines, tossing away my phone. My eyes widen. “Zahir, it's my phone! Have mercy on it!” I utter, trying to reach for my phone when he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. I gasp, swallowing as I look at his face. I am glad the sheet
— H O O R —. . .“What's your problem, huh? Why are you behaving like a beast?” I utter, fuming with anger after whatever has happened. He has done this all! His jaw clenches but he does not give me a single look. I see his grip becoming lethal around the steering wheel as he drives the car smoothly. “Ask yourself! What's your problem, Hoor?” He asks instead, giving me a sharp glance over his shoulder. I purse my lips, trying not to say any bad words that will make me regret it later. “I'm totally fine. It's you alone who created a drama there. I don't understand why are you behaving like that!” I do not care if I am making it even more serious. I need answers. The atmosphere inside the car seems to change as it drops. He is trying hard to control his anger but I know he is dangerous when angry. However, I am not afraid to see his limits. Have seen his sides before and no doubt he is going to be like that again; harsh and brutal with words. “Behaving like what? A beast?” He tau
— H O O R —. . .Finding Mr Hunt at the party gave me some kind of relief. As Zahir too knows him, we got interacted and there I got to meet the girl with him. He introduced me to her and she felt pleasant. His choice is very good. However, on the other side, I could see Zahir glaring at us non-stop. It irked me. Now what does he want? I ignored that look. Mr Hunt too noticed how Zahir was keeping a poker face and answering him gruffly every time. When he was called suddenly by some of his partners, it was only Mr Hunt and me left alone. The woman he took with him also left to use the washroom. “Why is he behaving like that?” He asks me in a mutter, confused as he looks at me. My eyes remain on Zahir who is busy holding a conversation with an official man. There are two more with him, keeping him occupied. I stare at him silently, not answering Mr. Hunt for a moment being. I do not feel like doing it or maybe I am too lost admiring my husband among them. He is handsome, after
— 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
— 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 —. . .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 —. . .“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.