— Z A H I R — “Zahir!” I hear the same voice again calling my name but I do not answer it. I am not in the mood to wake up already. I do not feel like it. “Zahir, get up!” Again it comes, followed by a soft pat on my shoulder. I groan, pushing my face more into the pillow, avoiding that touch. I know it is my wife and I do not care what woman she is. I just know I want to sleep for some more time. As I do not respond, she groans. “Zahir!” She yells my name in her sharp tone. “What?” I snap back but sleepily. My voice does not hold that energy yet husky and I do not want to wonder if she understands it or not. I do not care if she understands or not. “Get up! We don't want to get late for breakfast! Make this a regular habit. I can't believe you're a grown-up man. Is this how you sleep? Like an arse!” Yeah, yeah, keep talking, I am getting nothing in my head. Blah, blah, blah. My breaths become softer and slower as I fall into darkness. Hoor does not come to disturb me again for
— H O O R — He kissed my forehead like a loving husband. He said those beautiful lines. He asked me to take care of myself. He said he will come back by the evening and all this made my heart skip a few beats. After he left, I enjoyed talking to Parul. We talked about many things. Dad also asked me so many questions as he was excited to know how I am dealing with a new place and a new family. I cooked for them. Parul helped me. And the day went well. We enjoyed it so much. And this is the evening he talked about. He will be here anytime as he said but I am still in my sweatpants and large-size t-shirt. Of course, like any typical girl, I am waiting for him to come and then I will get ready to leave. Anyway, he is already an hour late. It is almost dinnertime and he is not here yet. I am cooking dinner with Parul and somehow still thinking about him. Thinking about what is he doing to my mind. It is occupied by him and his actions only. Sometimes he behaves like a true jerk and
— Z A H I R —I come out of her bathroom while drying my hair. With a towel on my head and my hand ruffling it to get them dry. I walk out with lazy steps and my gaze falls over the small bed in her room. Precisely my wife got my attention first. She is making the bed. There is a pillow in her grip which she puts to the other side and completes her work of spreading the mattress neatly over the bed. She then stands straight, holding the pillow. She turns to do something else but halts as soon as she looks at me. “You can use the bed,” she says, followed by an exhale. I frown when I notice she is stepping back with the pillow in her grip. “And what about you?” I ask, bitterness in my tone as I notice it but I did not want to use it on her. It came out naturally because somewhere in my mind, the answer was clear to it. “I can sleep on the floor.” She shrugs like this is a very normal thing. Her hand gestures to her left and I see she has set a mattress for herself over the floor.
— H O O R —Our destination comes sooner than I expected. I peek out and see his great bungalow has arrived. I do not wait for more time to pass as I quickly open the door and come out of the car. I hear him huffing behind me and he can keep huffing while I won't even spare him a single glance! Gripping the strap of my bag, I walk straight inside the building, being welcomed by the servants. I nod at them and go inside, straight into the room. I hang my bag in its place and wash my face and all just to come out and see Zahir running a hand through his hair. Our eyes collide and for a moment, I keep staring into each other's eyes. His blue eyes are beautiful. If anybody tells him, I know he is going to dance over their heads. I myself will never compliment his eyes but I am ready to admire them in my head for the rest of my life. I was mesmerized by them the very first time I looked into them. I roll my eyes, walking past him and going downstairs. I am in no mood to stay inside t
— H O O R —Recap:- “Okay,” I almost whispered the answer but he heard it. “Okay, so Edinburgh is confirmed!”************The entire day we stayed away from each other. He talked a bit with Dad and later got a call from his office. They called him urgently and he left, getting ready in an Armani suit. I watched him leave with a sour expression but as soon as Bhabhi tried to look in my direction, I had to smile big and give him a flying kiss. Eww! He pretended to catch the kiss while I watched him with a bored expression. I was thinking he was going to put it on his chest but what he did made my eyes go wide. He caught the kiss and put it on his lips, pretending to feel it. It made me shiver on my spot though I stood like a rock in front of him. He smirked, turning around to leave. Once his car disappeared from our sight, Bhabhi Rayma gave me a knowing look that made me blush hard. Not like that typical woman after getting married to a loving husband. But I was embarrassed. I ha
— H O O R —°°°Recap:- “Stupid!” I scoffed, getting up from the bed. I have to change into something more comfortable. “Jo bhi hu, ab tumhara husband hu, Hoor! Ye shikayten karna band karo!” I hear him uttering from the other side of the door as I shut it before walking into the bathroom. (Whatever you say, now I am your husband, Hoor! Stop complaining!)…The next morning as my eyes open, I start sensing a touch on my stomach that snatches my comfort. My senses come alive and I grip the sheet, looking under it. There on my stomach lies his arm and I twist my bottom lip between my teeth. He cannot even sleep in his face? Was it necessary to hold me? No, I' 'm not this cruel to speak about his obsession with holding something while sleeping but I can't help it because I'm the one he is holding while sleeping. Sleeping like a baby. I hold his wrist to free myself, carefully holding it in the air, under the sheet. I try to move away when suddenly he grabs my waist again, rather more
— H O O R —. . .I come downstairs while my husband is behind, busy with I don't know what. I don't even care. I catch a glimpse of Ryan and he smiles at me the moment his eyes fall on me. "Chachi!" He utters, waving his hand at me. He got ready so early in the morning. Wow! (Aunt)I went to him and gave him a hug as he was waiting for me with his arms wide open. As we part, he says, "You're so cool!" He grins at me. "And so you do, little champ!" I pinch his nose gently, unlike his Chacha (Uncle) who doesn't even let him breathe. Savage Uncle! He giggles adorably. "I came to see you. Mama said we'll be leaving late. Maybe after you catch your flight. So I got ready to come to bid you goodbye," he completes himself, standing proudly. He even spoke like a man, not like a kid. How adorable this boy is! "How thoughtful of you," I say, planting a kiss on his cheek. My lipstick isn't ruined, don't worry. "I am," he wiggles his eyebrows, complimenting himself when we hear a loud scof
— H O O R —. . .My eyes could not remain open the entire flight because the flight was very long. Yes definitely. Even an idiot would know that Scotland is a long distance from India.As soon as the plane climbed into the sky, an hour later I fell asleep out of boredom. Zahir has a lot of work. He was not ready to rest even on the pretext of a honeymoon. This man did not let his laptop come off his arms even during the flight. For this man, his clients are very important and I don't blame Zahir. I myself like men who are hardworking but Zahir doesn't even take advantage of being a boss. Impressive, is he not? To be honest, I spent half an hour just staring at his screen. I had definitely understood that he was checking the ups and downs of the stock market after answering some clients but for me, this was very boring. I never liked commerce subject. Don't know how Zahir, after studying this subject, is managing a company today. Again impressive, is he not?He passed me a few gla