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— H O O R —. . .I laugh, nodding my head. “And you don't dare to escape the question!” I snap playfully, earning myself a smile from him. “Yeah, I missed you,” he replies, voice low like he is telling me a secret and eyes looking anywhere but me.He dips his hand into the plate and breaks a morsel, adding, “I was thinking about you. Many times I even looked towards your cabin but you weren't there.” He shrugs in the end, stuffing his mouth with the morsel and chewing on it. All the while as I watch him, I see that he has not looked at me while telling me the answer. I enjoy my food and can't help but smile. Good that you are not looking at me, Zahir. I am smiling like an idiot! “And you?” He asks suddenly, looking at me the very next moment. I lower my gaze to my plate as I answer him casually, “Of course, I did. I'm getting used to you.”He smiles, nodding his head. “We both are getting used to each other.” Does that meaning something to you, Zahir? — I want to ask him but I st

— H O O R —. . .“I’m home,” I hear a very smooth and simple call from behind that grabs my swift attention. I turn to look at him, grinning instantly as I catch him standing by the doorstep. My eyes, on their own, crawl down his tall posture, caressing every inch as I take him in. His hair was disheveled a bit, and his dark curls were kissing his forehead and temples. I can catch many times he might have run his fingers through his dark hair while working but they are stubborn. His eyes are as if drunk, shining with mirth in pleasant and sweet darkness. The first two buttons of his shirt are unclasped and he looks like a mess. A very beautiful mess. “Done checking?” He murmurs mischievously, stepping towards me. I can't help but smile, my eyes lowering to anywhere but him. “You stand attractive,” I say directly. Come on, what's the need to hide? He knows I was checking him out and does that make me shameless? In no sense! — for I am his wife. “Even now?” He cocks a brow at me,

— H O O R —. . .A knock interrupts me. Twice it happens, catching my attention to the door that is still closed. “Come in,” I say, going back to my work. My ears receive the sound of the door opening and the woman walks in. The sound of her heels striking the floor is loud enough to give me a hint. I do not raise my gaze, eventually recognizing the woman by her cherry and almond scent. “Good morning,” she says, her voice overly sweet. And I noticed how she missed the word ‘Ma'am’ which she would usually use for me. Anyway, I pay less attention. “Morning,” I say, raising my gaze to look at her. “What would you want to tell me?” I ask straight, keeping my hand down which holds the pen. Her lips stretch in a small smile. “I came to apologize for what happened to you. Because of me, your foot was injured badly. You had to rest for two days and I'm sorry for that...” I wonder if she really is. After all, she got those days to spend with my husband. Of course, in my absence, it was

— H O O R —. . .Days have passed since that meeting and since then I have noticed that I have become busier than before. Because of Mr Hunt, now I do not even get rest at home. Most of the time, I only get calls from him, in which almost an hour passes for our discussion.Thanks to my habits, I do not like to spend more than an hour on the phone. I can't do it. I do not know how people can talk for so long. I can't. Even if it starts taking too much time, I quickly disconnect the call. Mr Hunt also knows about this and cannot raise any objection.I even forbade him to call me at home, but he did not agree. I can understand that I have to give extra time to finish the work quickly but he has to keep in mind that I do not live alone. My husband also lives in my house, he will definitely not like that I am helping Mr Hunt. I want this work to be completed quickly. I have very little time and I would like to spend it convincing Zahir to terminate this contract. And if that does not hap

— 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.