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“You know what, Hoor, it gives me so much happiness to realize that you are his wife,” says Mrs Malhotra another time while I am busy holding the baby in my arms.

Oh, I am fascinated with these cute beings, and no doubt, I want to have one. End of my wish right here.

“Hoor,” she calls my name very softly, gaining all my attention at once.

I raise my eyes, my attention leaving the sleeping baby. In her grey eyes, I find hope that makes my heart melt in my chest. What is that for?

“Zahir has gone through so much and I hope that you will make him realize that not all relationships are like his father and mother’s,” she purses her lips while I am stressed a little.

I will be able to do anything if Zahir lets me. He keeps his distance and I too am very afraid of getting hurt in the middle of trying to reach him.

Surely he has created a wall around his emotions and he, by no means, let me come closer to him in that sense. While I am very much afraid of being forgotten