All Chapters of The CEO's Contracted Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

— H O O R —. . .“Then it's your fault to have this opinion about me, you crazy woman.”How dare he?! “I am not crazy, you twisted man!” Yes, that's right. Because he is a twisted man like any other and they blame women, could you believe? “If you’re so mysterious then it's not my fault, got it? And right now, get down from the bed!”My last command amazes him. He gapes at me funnily. “Are you serious?” He mutters, still sounding unsure but it is true. “Yes, I am!” I glare at him. My jaw clenches. I am done with this attitude of his and he is going to pay for it. “Dekho, Hoor, tum aisa nahi kar sakti,” he warns me, glaring back at me through those pretty blue eyes. (Look, Hoor, you cannot do this.)“Ha mai kar sakti hu, Zahir,” I say firmly, folding my arms on my chest. Though his gaze still lingers on my chest, he quickly recovers it to my face, looking very annoyed at my decision. (Yes I can do this, Zahir.)“Ye mera kamra hai, mera bed. Tum kyo haq jatati ho?”(This is my ro

— H O O R —. . .“...It is I who will qualify you,” I mimic him in the worst possible way to annoy him as I enter the room and find him working on his laptop. He is sitting on the couch, and his legs are spread before him. On his lap, there is his second wife sitting — the laptop. His entire attention was on it unless I entered the room and got all his attention. Looking up from the screen, he cocks his brow at me sexily. I see his lips spreading in a small and very attractive smirk.I close the door behind me, leaning against it uttering, “Ab aise kya dekh rahe ho?”(Now why are you staring at me like that?)“Maine galat kya kaha?” He asks, staying in that position but his head raises as he acknowledges me fully. (What's wrong did I say?)“Of course, you can do as you please blah, blah, blah...” I walk towards him but not to sit beside him. No, no, no, I am not taking that risk anymore. If I go under his clutch, he will do something very seductive! “But you listen to me, oh, M

— Z A H I R —. . .Now she is trying her best to get away from me. Or does she enjoy tormenting me? — To whom should I give special attention among these two? Which reason is better to accept?To be honest, I do not want to pay any attention to assumptions in the first place. It is more cruel. It would not hurt my heart at all to look at the other assumption — the second one. I am ready if she is doing all this to torment me because all this has nothing to do with her feelings, right?She can care about me yet do this all and I will take it all happily. But if she is really willing to go away, it is going to kill me while I am still alive. Hoor and I have gotten closer and I like us together, to be honest. Whatever days we have left, can't we both spend them well and happily?But Hoor has to fight with me every time. I run my fingers through my hair as I get up and sit upright on the bed. She is still in the living room and I do not know what is so important left that needs her at

— H O O R —. . . We reach his office. This is the second time I have visited the place. We get out of the car and the driver takes it away to park it. I grab my bag and stare blankly at the building standing before my eyes. Tall and wonderfully designed. The glass walls were reflecting bright lights falling from above. I unconsciously held tightly onto the strap of my bag. Zahir came and stood beside me. I could feel the sweet warmth that radiated off him. He held my hand gently, intertwining our fingers. My heart skipped a beat at the pleasant touch. I am getting used to it. Like an addicting drug, now it is running through my veins. I wonder if I would ever be able to forget it. I do not think so.I raise my head to look at him. Bright blue eyes smilingly look down at me. His head saves my face from falling under the bright sun rays that are brightening the environment. “Chalein?” He asks me in his soft voice. Soft yet deep and attractive. (Shall we move now?)“Ha zaroor,”

— H O O R —. . .Siya explains me everything and I grasp the information as much as possible. Not only Siya but before joining, Zahir also did his part which helped me a lot. Siya leaves soon and after that, I am left alone. I grab my seat and start working then. Before leaving, she told me that every morning, bringing a cup of coffee was also her work but the demand was not regular. Zahir asked for a cup of coffee whenever he needed it. I got it. After Siya leaves, I am indulged in work. Zahir has a lot to handle. After becoming his secretary, I learned that he is indeed a busy man. Like, really busy. Today he is not very busy. He only has to handle the work from his office. He is sitting in the room next to mine and I can't really see him. But he can. It feels awkward to have this realization in mind that he can look at me and as the hour begins, I need to make myself understand that he might be busy and that he won't waste his time keeping an eye on me. But after I got busy