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Zahir is trying to ignore me again. And I can’t tolerate it now. It is so annoying!

The morning I woke up, still feeling tired because we arrived home late, I noticed that Zahir was still sleeping on the couch.

I decided to use the washroom after making Zahir use the bed. I am leaving so what is the use of it? Zahir can use it now. I can’t deprive him of his own bed now or else he will point it out someday.

I walk over to him and call his name. He does not respond, taking soft breaths as he sleeps.

I tap his shoulder, calling his name again. This time he responds we a groan. He turns, murmuring, “What?”

“Go and sleep on the bed. I’m leaving,” I say before I turn around and walk away. When I come back, I find him sleeping on the bed.

He is hugging a pillow. His leg and bulky arm are almost choking the pillow. I smile to myself and walk towards the dressing table.

I do some make-up before I turn to leave. My sister-in-law greets me lovingly, asking me about the pa