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— H O O R —

. . .

Last night was the most different night of my life. Zahir told me about his childhood — the very reason why he never wanted to marry, and in my heart, I can’t help but think about it over and over again.

After he told me about his heart’s deepest fear — fear of being broken — I could not sleep for almost three hours.

It was only around dawn I could sleep. The soul in me was troubled yet in unexplained peace. It felt different and quite lovely to know that he shared with me something that only his father had experienced and his brother had seen.

Zahir too was a victim of it.

He slept peacefully but I could not. Not like I was blaming him for anything but I just could not find the will to fall asleep.

I kept looking at him. He was holding me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, and mumbling a few things that I could not hear.

He has weird habits, right?

But all that makes him as cute as a baby.

When my eyes started getting heavy, I gave up and fell asleep bu