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— H O O R —

. . .

Zahir is made beautifully and I am unable to keep it in silence. But in my mind. I behold his side profile while he talks to me, not even knowing that I am unable to focus on any word.

Zahir selected a movie and played it. I turn to look at the screen and realize that it is a sweet romance movie. I hope for no smut, nor does it come to disturb my mind.

The movie plays for two hours and we sit in that position. Zahir, finding his comfort in holding me, wraps his arms around my waist and puts his chin on my shoulder from behind.

I feel his breath fanning my skin over the satin shirt that I wear. I breathe peacefully in his embrace and listen to him passing comments in the middle.

“She is so calm,” he murmurs, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.

I tilt my head, letting him do it freely. “And he is selfless,” I say about the male lead. He hums and kisses my neck.

I mewl, wanting to tilt my head and leave no space for him but he makes me so otherwise. I, bei