— H O O R —. . .The moment, his lips come to touch and mold with mine, I become stiff in his arms out of shock and nervousness. My eyes squeeze shut all in their accord and I feel him kissing me softly with a slow yet burning passion. The kiss does not last long and he pulls back, peering open his eyes and so I do the very next moment. His pupils are dilated and his eyes are darker than usual. My heart pounds crazily inside my chest while my arms squeeze between our bodies as Zahir pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. A shuddering breath escapes my lips. He stares at me silently and leans closer. His breath fans my lips and I crave to taste him again. Can I?“I’m sorry, Hoor,” he murmurs before kissing me again, and deep inside, I know why he said sorry for kissing me. Because what’s between us will not last long yet here we are, giving in to passion and this killing proximity. Tears well up in my eyes as I realize from the depth of my heart. They slide down, st
— H O O R —. . .Zahir is made beautifully and I am unable to keep it in silence. But in my mind. I behold his side profile while he talks to me, not even knowing that I am unable to focus on any word. Zahir selected a movie and played it. I turn to look at the screen and realize that it is a sweet romance movie. I hope for no smut, nor does it come to disturb my mind. The movie plays for two hours and we sit in that position. Zahir, finding his comfort in holding me, wraps his arms around my waist and puts his chin on my shoulder from behind. I feel his breath fanning my skin over the satin shirt that I wear. I breathe peacefully in his embrace and listen to him passing comments in the middle. “She is so calm,” he murmurs, pushing his face into the crook of my neck. I tilt my head, letting him do it freely. “And he is selfless,” I say about the male lead. He hums and kisses my neck. I mewl, wanting to tilt my head and leave no space for him but he makes me so otherwise. I, bei
— H O O R —. . .“So how was it?” Bhabhi asks, wiggling her eyebrows at me as she sits on the bed. She smiles at me, her smile is pretty, and her lips are glossy. Bhabhi Rayma’s makeup style is like a fairy but she is already a beautiful woman. Though I know what she wishes to know, I too know I have to behave cluelessly. What does she mean, ha? I chew my bottom lip and continue to fold my cardigan as I unpack our clothes. It is the time I got after Zahir left for office. Keeping the folded dress near to my stomach as I have successfully folded it, I peer at my Bhabhi who is waiting for my answer. “It was nice,” I begin with a spread of my lips as I smile at her, “We enjoyed ourselves a lot. Visited many places. Zahir was nice to me.”“Okay, I see,” she answers me in a sweet melody of her voice as she nods her head. However, I know how she is left unsatisfied. “But I wish to know about that, Hoor,” she insists like a child, watching me turn around as I put the dresses inside the
— Z A H I R —. . .Typical woman, ain't she?No, she is not. Unlike others, she is keeping there a distance between us. Knowing very well that I can have any woman on her knees for me, I still desire her because I too do not wish to whore around on my money’s power and face’s beauty. But Hoor. She is an exception. What she said back there is still lingering in my mind and I am unable to focus on my work. Oh, Lord, keep her away from ruling my mind now. I do not want that. Is it not enough that my body has started reacting on its own whenever around her?It feels like magic. A very strong bond I feel between us. When she is close to me, in my arms, I am unable to hold myself from doing much more with her. She is beautiful. But not only beautiful. She is smart, kind, and gentle, too. When angry, she can have me begging her in a moment but still, keeps it away and tries to be normal with me. She keeps away what I have done and takes care of me like a good wife. A good wife. Yes, s
— Z A H I R —. . .Moving back and forth, I take small sips of my coffee while my secretary is busy with the task at hand. I listen to her opinion meanwhile, keeping in my mind my next plan. Just in an hour, I have a meeting to attend and then my friend is coming to see me, being my lawyer. Well, I know he won’t leave that chance to ask me stupid questions. She begins again, adding a few more things when my phone buzzes and I see it is Dad who is calling me. What's the need?“My Dad,” I say, indirectly telling her to keep silent. She nods and I answer him. I put the phone near my ear and he says, “Zahir, you had no breakfast. You left while we were sleeping.”I chew my bottom lip, my eyes going towards my secretary. I expect a few words of chide from his side and I do not want my secretary to listen to it. “You can leave for now. I’ll call you when I need you,” I say, keeping the phone close to my chest. She nods her head and leaves. As soon as the door is shut, I answer my Dad,
— Z A H I R —. . .I have arrived home and my heart is in dilemma. On one side, I want to go in because my eyes yearn to see Hoor, and my ears yearn to hear her sweet voice and on the other hand, I want to run away from her because of being unable to do what my heart desires yet am unable to do. So badly I am stuck but I know that I have to walk inside. A whole minute passes and I end up staring at it. My home. I sigh and drive to the parking area where I leave the car and walk inside. I am welcomed by my nephew Ryan. My brother is already home. He has a habit of ending his work as soon as possible and he leaves all the meetings to meet me. Not like I am considering it as a burden but it is my responsibility. I go to my room and realize Hoor is not here. Maybe she is with Bhabhi. In the kitchen, right? I put down my belongings and take a shower. I change into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and walk downstairs to have dinner. It is ready as I glance at the table and see she
— H O O R —. . .The next morning as I woke up, I did not find Zahir anywhere in the room. My eyes ran here and there but Zahir was not present. On the couch, I did not find any pillow that he used last night. It was beside me. The quilt, he must have folded and put inside the cupboard. I sigh, not being very sad about it. Zahir is trying to torture me, is he not?I get up and cover my head. I get on my knees and pray to the Lord, thanking Him for everything and asking Him what I have asked Him over and over again. I believe He will pay heed to me.Getting up, I fold the mattress. I walk inside the bathroom and come out, getting ready. I stand in front of the vanity and do some makeup to look presentable. Getting done, I go downstairs and realise that once again, Zahir went office while everyone was sleeping. What’s wrong with him? My day is normal. I make breakfast and once again tell Dad about Zahir. He is found to be annoyed by his habit of Zahir and agrees to call him. But
— H O O R —. . .“Ma’am, it was our mistake that we failed to recognize you. You’re our Boss’ wife and we couldn’t even welcome you properly. I apologize for our reckless behavior,” the girl who walks ahead of me says as she ceases to walk and bows to me slowly. I purse my lips, mumbling, “I said, it’s okay. If you’re afraid I might complain about your behavior to Zahir, then don’t worry, I will not.”And I am not even going to remain his wife forever but I wish to. May the Lord pay heed to my plea and answer me as I desire because I ask Him with a pure heart. I have no wrong intention and the Lord, being omniscient, knows it. “You’re so kind!” She smiles, unable to contain it, and it makes me smile, too. “Thank you so much, Ma'am!”I nod at her. She leads me ahead after we have crossed thirty floors. The floor is silent. Only a few people walk around. The glass walls beside me make me realize that it is too high. I can see far away. In this pin-drop silence, I can easily hear the