— 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
— 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.