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— Z A H I R —

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We enter the large area which is decorated finely. People are around us, screaming to Malhotra’s luxury as they invited so many people. They are chattering in a low voice, the large area is bestowed with a warm glow of lights.

But among this all, I find my wife to be the most beautiful sight to my eyes she amazes me to the point if I really deserve that.

I glance at her, finding her admiring the place. My thumb secretly caresses the back of her palm as our hands are together.

Her big brown eyes look everywhere before landing on me.

She leans closer and gestures for me to bend a little. I do as she says, keeping in mind the height difference we share.

“So huge and luxurious. They are really rich,” she mutters in my ear, making me smile.

“They are,” I answer her back, keeping the volume low.

She nods and we regain our posture. We walk ahead and the Malhotra couple welcome us.

Mr Malhotra along with his wife came to us with pretty smiles. He stretches his arms