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— H O O R —. . . I woke up as I felt soft breaths hitting my sensitive skin under the ear. I breathed softly, knowing in a moment that it was Zahir. He won’t understand, right? I know it was not intentional, I KNOW. Last night, too, I put a barrier between us to keep myself from getting into his arms but as I see, it was useless. He is once again holding me as if his life depended on my being close to him. Maybe he has an obsession with holding something while sleeping at night. That’s why he grabs me in sleep. Deciding to sleep for a few more minutes while my senses remain awake, I lay peacefully on the bed, not pushing away Zahir. It’s not like I won’t push him. I will. Just wait for a few more seconds because, in this pleasant weather outside, I’m not in the mood to get up and use all my might in swatting him away like I did last time. Zahir’s soft breaths keep caressing my skin and his hold is warm. Truth be told, his arms are more comfortable than any duvet. His warm prese
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— H O O R —. . . Zahir was right when he said he has visited the place before and he knows what can grab my attention here and what not. To be honest, as I won’t lie to myself, Zahir was a nice husband to me today. He showed me a few places as he did not wish to spend much time there. According to him, it was all boring but I kept a hold on him. I insisted upon seeing everything carefully, enjoying the cold weather. Zahir held my hand as we visited the place. Amid our energy and excitement, I did not pay much attention to it. I did not even realize when our hands touched and fingers weaved together. Our arms brushed and I, not even planning to, clung to his arm like a koala. Oh, not like that! Like he would have to bear my weight! It would have caused him great trouble then. Rather, you see what happens between a couple when they are together? How they are holding each other not even realizing! So the way happened to us. Zahir and I came out after having breakfast. He asked m
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— H O O R —. . . Fate was telling me from the beginning to never expect anything from Zahir but this time I ignored it and saw the result. I thought that Zahir was being nice to me for a moment but he dashed my hopes with one of his actions. Just a simple yet bitter act. Surely some people will murmur that Zahir cares for me but no one knows him better than me. I know very well that he was dying inside to take me out — not romantically. This pain was not being borne by him as if I was a burden. So today he expressed this by getting angry at me and scolding me for a small thing - that I did not cover my head in this cold.Why? Does he not understand that whether I wear a hat or not, I catch a cold? I am troubled by this myself but then, what is my fault in this? And he made me listen to him the entire way home as if there was no one on this earth more ignorant than me. Urgh! I bang the door shut behind me as I come out of the bathroom, wearing a set of fluffy pajamas. He stares
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— H O O R —. . . Zahir stares at me blankly, standing behind the table where the food is. I also state at him with the same expression, my arms folded on my chest. “You have to eat it.”“I won’t.”Pressing his lips together, showing the offense that I caused, he starts walking in my direction. I quickly get off the bed and get away from him, opposite him. “Hoor! Get here back!” He points to the bed but I do not answer him verbally. I stick out my tongue and this is why he follows me. “Zahir, stop it!” I utter, running away. The room is not large enough for our Tom and Jerry play but still, to get away from him, I have to keep my feet working. “Stop running away, Hoor,” he warns me, glaring at me. The table between us is keeping him from launching at me. He takes a step towards the right and I change my path but then, he tricks me out to catch me, changing again his direction. I squeal, dashing away but then, he grabs me by my hand and pulls me to him. I crash onto his hard che
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— H O O R —. . . “I am. Why do you ask though?” He asks me, gazing into my eyes so softly that for a moment that passes between us, I am lost in those deep blue chasms. I remain silent, looking at his face. His lips curl softly into a small smile as he leans closer, pushing his face into the crook of my neck. I squint my eyes, mumbling, “Because your behavior is different today.”“I know,” he says, chuckling. He raises his face again and adds, “Anyway, leave that.”He moves back and I miss the warmth he gives me. I miss his proximity. It feels like I am made for it — to be close to him. He stands beside me. “I have planned something for this evening,” he begins, leaning against the glass door.“And what’s that?” “Well, you'll get to know soon,” he shrugs, “Just be ready.”I narrow my eyes, wondering about his ‘plan’, but then, I do not wish to ask him further. I am not sure when his mood triggers and he starts scolding me again. Not like I am scared of him. I just do not want m
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— H O O R —. . . I sigh as I behold the beauty of the place Zahir has selected for us. For dinner. It is vast. A table is set in the middle, holding dishes and a bottle of wine. The place is decorated with roses and I smell the pleasant and pretty fragrance of roses, mixed with the scent of burning candles. Around us, there is nobody and I look behind, finding Zahir as he approaches me. “Like what you see?” He asks me, standing beside me. “I do. It’s so beautiful,” I say, smiling at him, “And it’s for me?” I doubt it, seriously. He chuckles. “Then who can it be?” He raises his eyebrows, raising his arm to put on my shoulders like I am his childhood buddy. “Who knows?” I play along, “What if you have someone else in your mind?”“Or maybe in heart?” He adds, making me gape at him. Seriously? I was just joking. “Tell me, you’re joking, Zahir,” I narrow my eyes, turning to face him whole. “Or else?” He challenges me, facing me and giving me the same look. “You don’t challenge m
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— Z A H I R —. . . “Zahir,” I hear the soft voice of Hoor calling my name. I hum in response. She taps my shoulder. “Leave me,” she says, groaning as she tries to get out of my hold. I do not want to. And I wish I could answer her this straight but I remain silent and do not even make a move. Well, as I said, I do not want to leave her. I like holding her while sleeping and I want to stay in bed for another hour. I am in no mood to get out though I know she somewhere in her heart wishes to explore more. I will take her out and I promised myself last night about it but not now. We have the entire day to do such things and almost a week to explore the city. I am sure she will be satisfied. But at least I should be rewarded for it, no?I do not ask for great things. I just want to sleep like that as long as we are together. I like holding her like this. She smells sweet and her small waist fits perfectly in my arms. Her warmth comforts me and I love pushing my face into her chest
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— H O O R —. . . “Right. Why don’t you wear it often?” He says softly, smiling at me but maybe he is not aware of it. And what did he even say? I keep staring at him, biting my bottom lip. Well, I can’t wear a saree all the time because it is not comfortable on all occasions. And I think Zahir, too, can see it. But men will be men. How would he realize that I am not fond of draping a saree every time? “It’s because saree is not comfortable every time, Zahir.” I shrug and he frowns. But I do not wait for any answer. I turn around and leave. Getting ready, I come out and find Zahir still lying over the bed, draped in the quilt, and sleeping on his stomach. What? Does he really not wish to get up today? I check the time. It is already quarter to eleven in the morning. I go to him and sit next to him. My eyes fall on his half-revealed face and the thought of innocence on his face comes to my mind.My eyes remain fixed on him and my breathing starts slowing down. Soft and slow. Z
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