All Chapters of The CEO's Contracted Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

— 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 —. . .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 —. . .“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

— H O O R —. . .His thumb presses my bottom lip, setting in my heart a crazy yearning for more. More than this — oh, I desire him to go beyond this because this is what my body wants and my mind leads me to — but I know I have to stay within the limits. How long? Our eyes lock as he steps closer. My grip on the strap of my bag tightens, my heart pounding inside my chest. His pupils darken and his touch seduces me to give in. The darkness in his eyes is authoritative. His breath falls on my lips as they part and the next I hear from him my knees weaken. “How much am I craving for a taste of your lips, only my heart knows that, Hoor,” he says as his beautiful dark blue eyes flutter between my lips and eyes, stopping above as he hypnotizes me. How words, so dominant as well as seductive, holding a pure yet dark yearning as of a doe wandering in the wilderness in search of water, makes me feel weak in my knees. I feel like giving up but I am afraid of giving in, knowing that it wil

— Z A H I R —. . .A soft breath escapes my lips as I behold her book. Her blouse, from behind is in a v shape. It is cherry red in color, matching her saree. Still, it is not tied from behind as the straps hang through her back. She is applying makeup, staring at herself through the mirror and I wonder if she can catch me. Like this — gawking at her like a stupid. I do not want her to lose focus, at all, or else she will stop doing it and start stuttering and staggering. That’s what happens to her when I am around her and if she thinks that I have not noticed it, then she is delusional. I have noticed it countless times. Especially the way she blushes. I think she is going to blush often tonight. There are some rolling things stuck in her hair. I do not know what they call it but it looks like Newton’s things. She puts down something and grabs something else. I am totally unaware of the name but I catch the colors of them. Some are pink, some white, some creamy, and some red. S