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— H O O R —

. . .

We reach his office. This is the second time I have visited the place.

We get out of the car and the driver takes it away to park it. I grab my bag and stare blankly at the building standing before my eyes.

Tall and wonderfully designed. The glass walls were reflecting bright lights falling from above.

I unconsciously held tightly onto the strap of my bag. Zahir came and stood beside me. I could feel the sweet warmth that radiated off him.

He held my hand gently, intertwining our fingers. My heart skipped a beat at the pleasant touch. I am getting used to it. Like an addicting drug, now it is running through my veins. I wonder if I would ever be able to forget it.

I do not think so.

I raise my head to look at him. Bright blue eyes smilingly look down at me. His head saves my face from falling under the bright sun rays that are brightening the environment.

“Chalein?” He asks me in his soft voice. Soft yet deep and attractive.

(Shall we move now?)

“Ha zaroor,”