All Chapters of The CEO's Contracted Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

— H O O R —. . .The aroma has filled the room and my mouth is filled with water. It smells nice and I can expect the same in taste, too. Zahir complimented them, after all. “It smells nice,” I say in a whisper as I lean forward, putting my elbows on the table. “It does,” he replies monotonously, busy with his phone. His thumb is leisurely dragging down whatever is in his cell. I frown at him. “You can put it down,” I say, waving my hand in front of his face. He is always busy. He should consider the moment when he is not working and live it to the fullest. His eyes immediately leave the phone screen as he looks up at me. The blue in his eyes is shining. I can't help but admire them whenever I look into them. How beautiful his eyes are! I think I am going crazy after his eyes. “You want me to?” He asks, his phone is still in his grip but his attention is on me now. I hear the sound of water running on the other side, reminding me of the couple that is working behind the wall.

— H O O R —. . .We are home and I am welcomed by everyone happily. Zahir silently makes his way to the room and I am called aside by my sister-in-law who asks me question after question. She feels more excited to know more than me who should be excited to tell her about my day. It is because of tiredness that I do not speak much. As I was told before, my sister-in-law also runs an NGO. Everybody in this house is hard working but lately, I have been noticing that my sister-in-law is not engaging in any activity related to her NGO. I do not ask her about this but I wish to know about this all later. Finally, I am allowed to leave. I go upstairs and plop on the couch with a long sigh. My bag drops beside me and I take breaths while my eyes are closed. I can fall asleep anytime but the thought of showering is still lingering in my head. It keeps me in full consciousness. I rest for some time unless the door clicks open and Zahir walks out. I do not open my eyes, knowing very well

— H O O R —. . .Zahir is cute when he cooks and I have mentioned it before. When he cooks, he stains his face and jaw and he is not aware of it. He struggles with his hair that falls over his eyebrows but can't do it. I raise my arm and help him, pushing away his dark strands. He gives me a lovely smile. “Thank you.”I just shake my head, going back to my work. In movies that Parul used to watch and drag me along, I found the male lead doing such things — tugging back the female lead's hair behind her ear — but it was me who was doing such things. Zahir was giving me lovely smiles which tickled my heart every time. It took us time because I had to give him instructions but he was doing well. “Is it done?” He murmurs to himself, raising his arm to take off the lid of the breaker. I shot him a glance, wondering what he was talking about, and soon he jerked back, growling. I rush to him, gripping his hand instantly which he keeps jerking. He just hurt himself because the lid was

— H O O R —. . .Silence was never fitting to me in my entire life. It was bitter to me. Like nails being pushed into my skin, it felt. The feeling suffocated me. I was never fond of deafening silence like some people are. They are in love with isolation while I felt it to be like a swarm of bugs crawling up my skin, giving birth to the urge to jerk them away but I can't because they are not physically present. The feeling chokes me. But not today. It is different. It is Zahir and I alone. The silence between us is pleasant or say it has veiled itself with pleasantness the moment Zahir entered the frame and held me close. Oh, what a beautiful feeling it is that my Lord has introduced me to. I can let it seep into my skin and run through my veins. I can let it fuse into my blood and go warm and influence my mind, my entire existence. I find it beautiful. I find it beautiful to realize that God made it possible through His amazing creation. I can feel it and I am glad about it. He

— H O O R —. . .“One should never forget God's favors. Whatever He has done,” I begin with a simple sentence, holding a deep meaning, a worthy moral to accept in one's life if one wants to live happily.Zahir sighs as I start weaving my words into the real story that I have heard and read about. Close to my very heart, I have cherished it dearly, taking all the words in my life so I could walk upon it. It taught me very deep and amazing things that I want the world to know. “The nation God brought out of Egypt began to forget about their only God. Their ancestors disobeyed the Lord, going against the very first commandment that He gave to them through prophet Moses; Love the Lord your God with all your mind, with all your soul, with all your heart and with all your strength.”The sun is beginning to sink into the horizon, melting right there. The shades of saffron are fused into the whole sky, and stars begin to twinkle through the spread sheet. I behold the view behind Zahir throug