All Chapters of The CEO's Contracted Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

— H O O R —. . .The world was shapeless. This earth was completely empty. The Spirit of the Almighty hovered on the surface. He said and this place started being built. At His Word, light came and at His Word, life began to flourish. His pleasure was to decorate the place before we arrived. His happiness was in us and is still there today. He created the first man with His very own hands. Made it from clay and breathed life into it. He breathed His Spirit into that being and it came alive. From the touch of Adonai — the Lord almighty — from the wish of Adonai, from the pleasure of Adonai, and the very hands and breath of Adonai He created us. And then created a woman for the first man. He made them for each other and I am made for Zahir. Though my eyes fall shut, I see a bright light that attacks my mind, tingling it so pleasantly with the memories of love and Zahir that I have forgotten every sadness or confusion at this proximity. All that I had felt and saw in my mind was only be

— H O O R — . . .He stands in front of me. The t-shirt he is wearing is white in color, not very tight around his muscular body but still hugs his figure nicely. His hair is tousled and still wet, but not dripping as before. A few dark locks kiss the skin of his forehead and with those sharp blue eyes, he stares at me. His lips are pressed softly. But down there, it is funny, but not to me, that he is only in his towel and I do not know about that rest. I know very well that I should leave but I just want to clear out one thing why can't he come with me to my Dad's house? It is not a big deal, right? My house is not even very far away that Zahir would get tired then what is there that is stopping him?“My wish,” he replies with a shrug and it irks me. What is his problem now? “Now, walk away. I need to cover my legs,” he says quietly like I am here to look at him while he drops his towel and starts wearing jeans, huh? I am not interested. Not even a bit! “I too am not intereste

— H O O R —. . .“Hoor, you said he won’t come to pick you up?” I hear Parul asking me from the other side of the wall. I am in the kitchen, helping as much as I can while she busy folding the dried clothes to put them inside the cupboard. She is in the room and it is after so much effort that she left the kitchen and let me handle the work. There is still some time. I thought I could help her with something. “Why do you keep asking that?” I ask, sounding annoyed and she should know that because I am not very fond of repeating over and over again that my husband could not come with me. For them, it is a very normal thing but I know and I have heard the reasons why he could not come with us. Coming with me is a formality to him, right? Meeting my Dad would have exhausted him very badly, no? He could not come because he was done with being with me. He is done with handling things as a married man and it wearies him too much. I can see that. And no wonder why he did not want to mar

— H O O R —. . .“What are reading?” He asks in a low and soft voice.My attention is dragged by him. However, the peace between us is so pleasant and lovely that I do not grumble in annoyance or anything else. I just look at Zahir who sits beside me. On his knees, he is still praying under his breath. His gaze is in his front and closed, while his hands are joined. His head bows in respect. I glance down at the Holy Book in my lap and go through the lines that come into my view for the first time after I remove my gaze from my husband’s handsome appearance. “Reading John, chapter 6,” I answer him in the same quiet tone, soon adding the verse on which I let it go, “At this, the Jews began to grumble about him because he said, “I am the bread that comes down from heaven.”” Zahir sighs, praying, “Lord, you said you’re the bread of life. Without you, there is no life. Without you, we are dead. You are the bread that comes down from heaven. You give life. With you, there is life and

— H O O R — . . .“This is a barrier,” I say, arranging the soft pillow between us. It is long enough, being an extra. I put my pillow, too, so the line can be longer. “Don’t cross it, okay?” I add, raising my eyes to cast a glance at him. He watches it happening blankly and then, he looks up at me. He frowns. “A barrier?” He repeats, “You are putting a barrier between us, Hoor, why?”“Because I don’t want you to come closer to me, simple, Zahir,” I say, folding my arms on my chest. His dark blue gaze seems to follow my movements as he gazes at my chest, swallowing. Gosh! What’s going through his mind now? Stop looking there! “And why is that?” He mutters, raising his eyes to look at my face. I see a slight pink hue spreading around his nose and cheeks. Wow. So I was right. Why did he even look there? Though it is not uncomfortable, I feel way too shy like this. I press my lips as I take a deep breath. Does he not know? No, he knows it very well but trying to act clueless. He is