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— Z A H I R —

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I hold Hoor’s hand as we walk ahead towards the airport. Her hand is cold and tiny, almost fitting in my hand and I feel this urge to hug her all of a sudden because of her being so small before me. She is cute, I will not lie to myself.

She steals a glance at me, probably thinking about my actions and that I am holding her hand because surely my image is not very good in her eyes. Especially when I have put that contract before her.

But it was necessary. It was necessary to make sure that I wouldn't remain stuck in such a sacred bond. I do not like even the idea of it. Getting married was never on my wish list which I am fulfilling as I breathe daily.

I do not want to remain married for the rest of my life because, for me, this bond carries a very heavy load of responsibility that I cannot handle. I made it clear to my Dad but he thinks I am delusional and that I will never be able to handle it.

Truth to be told, when you are alone, life is simple. You only ha