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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