— 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
— H O O R —. . . Zahir stares at me blankly, standing behind the table where the food is. I also state at him with the same expression, my arms folded on my chest. “You have to eat it.”“I won’t.”Pressing his lips together, showing the offense that I caused, he starts walking in my direction. I quickly get off the bed and get away from him, opposite him. “Hoor! Get here back!” He points to the bed but I do not answer him verbally. I stick out my tongue and this is why he follows me. “Zahir, stop it!” I utter, running away. The room is not large enough for our Tom and Jerry play but still, to get away from him, I have to keep my feet working. “Stop running away, Hoor,” he warns me, glaring at me. The table between us is keeping him from launching at me. He takes a step towards the right and I change my path but then, he tricks me out to catch me, changing again his direction. I squeal, dashing away but then, he grabs me by my hand and pulls me to him. I crash onto his hard che
— H O O R —. . . “I am. Why do you ask though?” He asks me, gazing into my eyes so softly that for a moment that passes between us, I am lost in those deep blue chasms. I remain silent, looking at his face. His lips curl softly into a small smile as he leans closer, pushing his face into the crook of my neck. I squint my eyes, mumbling, “Because your behavior is different today.”“I know,” he says, chuckling. He raises his face again and adds, “Anyway, leave that.”He moves back and I miss the warmth he gives me. I miss his proximity. It feels like I am made for it — to be close to him. He stands beside me. “I have planned something for this evening,” he begins, leaning against the glass door.“And what’s that?” “Well, you'll get to know soon,” he shrugs, “Just be ready.”I narrow my eyes, wondering about his ‘plan’, but then, I do not wish to ask him further. I am not sure when his mood triggers and he starts scolding me again. Not like I am scared of him. I just do not want m
— H O O R —. . . I sigh as I behold the beauty of the place Zahir has selected for us. For dinner. It is vast. A table is set in the middle, holding dishes and a bottle of wine. The place is decorated with roses and I smell the pleasant and pretty fragrance of roses, mixed with the scent of burning candles. Around us, there is nobody and I look behind, finding Zahir as he approaches me. “Like what you see?” He asks me, standing beside me. “I do. It’s so beautiful,” I say, smiling at him, “And it’s for me?” I doubt it, seriously. He chuckles. “Then who can it be?” He raises his eyebrows, raising his arm to put on my shoulders like I am his childhood buddy. “Who knows?” I play along, “What if you have someone else in your mind?”“Or maybe in heart?” He adds, making me gape at him. Seriously? I was just joking. “Tell me, you’re joking, Zahir,” I narrow my eyes, turning to face him whole. “Or else?” He challenges me, facing me and giving me the same look. “You don’t challenge m