All Chapters of The CEO's Contracted Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Recap:- He smiles, “And?”“But Hoshea chose to obey his God, knowing that God isn't unjust.”“He is just.”“Indeed. Hoshea would have begged God in the beginning to let him walk away freely from the relationship but truly Hoshea needed to feel the way God felt or else, I; this generation would never have realized the intensity of pain he had to go through.”. . .— H O O R —. . .“...or else, I; this generation would never have realized the intensity of pain He had to go through.” “Right.”“But soon Hoshea learns that he can't walk away from this relationship because the woman is given to him till death do them part. According to the Word, they are not two anymore. They are one. They belong to each other. He'd have remained unmarried easily after divorcing the woman because he had God but God knew that the world would start harassing the woman after Hoshea divorces her. And most importantly, God not only wanted Hoshea to feel like God in this case but also to love like God in this c

— H O O R —. . .Work is necessary and indeed very difficult to handle sometimes. Although I have always been passionate about my work, I do not deny that work also brings stress and fatigue. Especially when I have to tire my eyes and fingers just by sitting in front of a screen. But it is over.I sigh, turning my chair to the wall of my cabin. I raise my arms as I stretch them tight, releasing a yawn from my parted lips before I give up with a deep exhale. Finally, it is over! I put my hands on my eyes as I close them, darkness falling before them like the large curtains of a temple from high. A sigh has escaped from my lips as the warmth of my palms has kissed my weary eyelids. It is another definition of relief, trust me. From the spotless glass walls of my room, I behold the way of the sun melting behind the tall buildings, letting the moon peek from the other side. Stars have started twinkling upon the bright shades of saffron mingled with the pigeon hues of night. Gray shad

— H O O R —. . . “Tum dono ek dusre ko kaise jante ho?” I ask him, kneading the dough, putting all my attention there. (How do you two know each other?)Behind me, I hear the sound of doors opening and closing. Not sure what he is doing but definitely, I am not letting him help me, or else he will hurt himself once again. The billionaire boy looks good at handling money and commerce. He also looks good at cooking, by the way, but I want no risk. “Hum dono?” He steps closer, “Dost hai, yar. Kafi salo se ek dusre ko jante hai.” (We two? We are friends. Have known each other for many years.)I hum, continuing my work. He comes to be beside me, soon asking the most expected question, “Kuch madad karu?”(Need some help?)I cock a brow at him as I watch him gulping down water. “Rehne do, nazuk kali.”(No need, delicate bud.)He groans, keeping down the bottle as he gives me an annoyed look. After all, I gave him a very pretty nickname to tease him. I can't help but chuckle, going back

— H O O R —. . .“Zahir!” I utter, tapping his bicep. “There's an ice cream parlor!” I tell him quickly before we are far away from it. “Huh? You want ice cream now?” He grumbles, still driving. “Yeah, so what? Come on, stop the car, Zahir!”“Hoor, it's raining outside. I don't want you to —”Guess what? It is going to take an argument for him to get agreed with me and I am ready to do it. Let's get ready, Hoor. “Zahir, nothing will happen to me. Now, I want the ice cream, and get me one.”“No, Hoor! Try to understand —”“No, Zahir, you try to understand!” I snap at him, taking him by surprise. He looks at me with those wide eyes, stopping the car right there. “Hoor?” He almost whispers, scared. I shut my mouth, pressing my lips tight and staring at him blankly. Giving me that confused and scared look, I know he is scared of me and now, he will bring me a cone or anything I desire. “Tum pregnant ho?” He asks instead, still confused. (Are you pregnant?)I stare at him amazed. W

— H O O R —. . .I had a hard time focusing on my work. All the while, I kept thinking about Zahir and Siya. He is gone with her and the woman with him has no trust of mine. The things that have been happening between us are a reminder of an alarm over and over again. I can't help but get worried about it time and time again. I think of Zahir almost all the time.However, I had to focus back on work. The pain in my ankle kept reminding me of its presence whenever I tried to move my foot. I got no other way than to keep it still, not even letting it move an inch. As spoken earlier, I am good at handling physical pain. It is too much. Time elapsed and finally, it was sundown. My work has ended two hours ago. I do not have to add more. Work is endless, to be honest, but my working hours and the schedule I decided for myself contained only the hours I spent doing that stuff. I move the chair as I face the glass wall of my cabin. I behold the beauty of nature once again, leaning aga