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— H O O R —. . .“Hoor, you said he won’t come to pick you up?” I hear Parul asking me from the other side of the wall. I am in the kitchen, helping as much as I can while she busy folding the dried clothes to put them inside the cupboard. She is in the room and it is after so much effort that she left the kitchen and let me handle the work. There is still some time. I thought I could help her with something. “Why do you keep asking that?” I ask, sounding annoyed and she should know that because I am not very fond of repeating over and over again that my husband could not come with me. For them, it is a very normal thing but I know and I have heard the reasons why he could not come with us. Coming with me is a formality to him, right? Meeting my Dad would have exhausted him very badly, no? He could not come because he was done with being with me. He is done with handling things as a married man and it wearies him too much. I can see that. And no wonder why he did not want to mar
The CEO's Contracted Wife 87
– H O O R —. . .“You locked the door,” he grumbles, “Too childish, isn’t it?”Huh? I look back at him. Only for a moment — yes, only for a moment, he got me happy but then again, he was back to being a jerk. “I also unlocked it,” I grumble back in the same way. He seems to notice it and gives me another short look. “Yes, because you were scared. However, Hoor, you shouldn’t behave like that. And the way you talked to me was also very disrespectful,” he adds, scolding me like I am a toddler. I can't help but press my lips in annoyance and scrunch my nose. “And didn't you deserve it?” I narrow my eyes at him as I continue, “Didn't you deserve it after denying me? It was so simple, Zahir. You only had to accompany me but you were so busy! I actually don't regret it even a bit!”“Stop yelling, Hoor. I've been talking to you quietly and I expect the same from you. Stop being a wild woman!”“Wild woman, ha? How dare you say that, Zahir?! What wild thing you see in me?”He groans, cov
The CEO's Contracted Wife 88
— H O O R —. . .“What are reading?” He asks in a low and soft voice.My attention is dragged by him. However, the peace between us is so pleasant and lovely that I do not grumble in annoyance or anything else. I just look at Zahir who sits beside me. On his knees, he is still praying under his breath. His gaze is in his front and closed, while his hands are joined. His head bows in respect. I glance down at the Holy Book in my lap and go through the lines that come into my view for the first time after I remove my gaze from my husband’s handsome appearance. “Reading John, chapter 6,” I answer him in the same quiet tone, soon adding the verse on which I let it go, “At this, the Jews began to grumble about him because he said, “I am the bread that comes down from heaven.”” Zahir sighs, praying, “Lord, you said you’re the bread of life. Without you, there is no life. Without you, we are dead. You are the bread that comes down from heaven. You give life. With you, there is life and
The CEO's Contracted Wife 89
— Z A H I R —. . .Indeed Hoor’s knowledge of scriptures amazes me. She knows about the Lord and that makes her to be the most beautiful and attractive woman in the world for me. I can speak of it without any doubt and make a search for it. She is smiling wide while telling me about the Lord and my heart tickles inside my chest when I hear her. How true are her opinions and views? Not everyone can understand the scriptures. We need to be spiritually alive and let the Spirit of the Lord guide us in everything because the Bible is not any simple book that belongs to the world. No, the the Bible belongs to God. It is the Word of God. And the Word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. “After that, Jesus tells everybody about the work of God; that is to believe in the one He has sent. And He has sent Jesus for us to believe in Him.
The CEO's Contracted Wife 90
— H O O R — . . .“This is a barrier,” I say, arranging the soft pillow between us. It is long enough, being an extra. I put my pillow, too, so the line can be longer. “Don’t cross it, okay?” I add, raising my eyes to cast a glance at him. He watches it happening blankly and then, he looks up at me. He frowns. “A barrier?” He repeats, “You are putting a barrier between us, Hoor, why?”“Because I don’t want you to come closer to me, simple, Zahir,” I say, folding my arms on my chest. His dark blue gaze seems to follow my movements as he gazes at my chest, swallowing. Gosh! What’s going through his mind now? Stop looking there! “And why is that?” He mutters, raising his eyes to look at my face. I see a slight pink hue spreading around his nose and cheeks. Wow. So I was right. Why did he even look there? Though it is not uncomfortable, I feel way too shy like this. I press my lips as I take a deep breath. Does he not know? No, he knows it very well but trying to act clueless. He is
The CEO's Contracted Wife 91
— H O O R —. . .“To me,” I say, my chest falling and rising as I breathe deeply, “Listen to my voice, Zahir. My body is in your trap.” And I did not lie to him. It is true. My body obeys him. He makes it do whatever he wants and I am left vulnerable before him. Well, for now, underneath him. To my words, he smirks. What a cruel husband he is. But the sickness of mine is crazy after this cruelty of him. I love it and I wish I could give myself to him. “You know what, Hoor?” He says. His arm raises to touch my forehead as he pushes a few strands behind. I keep staring into his dark eyes. Dark yet soft as he looks at me. What goes through his mind, I want to know. What is in his heart, I so badly want to have it revealed before my yearning eyes. I wish it to happen soon. “I want to kiss you again,” he continues, caressing my hot cheek and then pinching my chin. My lips which were closed now part as he pinches my chin down. His confession makes my heart skip a beat and I am begin
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— H O O R —. . .“Then it's your fault to have this opinion about me, you crazy woman.”How dare he?! “I am not crazy, you twisted man!” Yes, that's right. Because he is a twisted man like any other and they blame women, could you believe? “If you’re so mysterious then it's not my fault, got it? And right now, get down from the bed!”My last command amazes him. He gapes at me funnily. “Are you serious?” He mutters, still sounding unsure but it is true. “Yes, I am!” I glare at him. My jaw clenches. I am done with this attitude of his and he is going to pay for it. “Dekho, Hoor, tum aisa nahi kar sakti,” he warns me, glaring back at me through those pretty blue eyes. (Look, Hoor, you cannot do this.)“Ha mai kar sakti hu, Zahir,” I say firmly, folding my arms on my chest. Though his gaze still lingers on my chest, he quickly recovers it to my face, looking very annoyed at my decision. (Yes I can do this, Zahir.)“Ye mera kamra hai, mera bed. Tum kyo haq jatati ho?”(This is my ro
The CEO's Contracted Wife 93
— Z A H I R —. . .Hoor was right. I can't disagree with her anymore. She said that I took advantage of her vulnerability and that's true. I can't ignore that. It was the moment when we were in the hospital because Parul's health deteriorated. At that time, I really took advantage of her state through the power of money. But Hoor is wrong when she says that I want her as a whore for me. Even that idea never crossed my head. I never even thought about it! How could she blame me like that? I do not see Hoor as that. I respect her. Can't she see it? But as days have passed we have not talked to each other about anything or regarding any matter. Not even what happened last night, our last quarrel in which she literally kicked me out of bed. After that, I really intended to take revenge and I even did that. I put a rubber lizard in the bed which I borrowed from Ryan. He carries such stupid toys to annoy his classmates. He helped me. But what did it give me? Literally nothing! Rev
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