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— H O O R —°°°I did not know how the next month passed. The night of Zahir's proposal I was able to easily forget because I was not impressed by his proposal. I was not even affected a bit by it. Two days later that night he came to see me again and he also gave me his contact, saying that if I change my mind, I can tell him. Well, nothing like that is going to happen, yet with some respect, I accepted his number. Nothing affected me at that time. Why would such a strange thing affect me? But that night after Zahir left, Parul asked me a lot of questions. She did not like that I turned down the proposal of marriage because even for a moment she can think that marriage without love exists. I also believe that arranged marriages exist, but love is there for everyone in life. Cannot love happen after marriage? Sure it is possible, but a great personality like Zahir refused to even believe it. But I do not want to give many judgments about that man. Every person has his own different
— Z A H I R — When I got a sudden call from Hoor and came to know that Parul, her friend's health had deteriorated, my suspicions turned into convictions. I had doubts about Parul's health for the past few days. She was visibly ill and for the last four days, her cough had made her life miserable. And I was paying attention to all these things ever since I proposed to Hoor. The day she denied me, I did not give up on her. It had become a habit for me to keep an eye on her all the time because I wanted her under any circumstances and I am waiting for some such situation which I can control and get Hoor to do what I want her to do.By the way, I never twisted the situation to such an extent that I could take advantage of Hoor's bad condition, but here I was going to benefit without any hard work. My dad never questioned me after the night I confessed to him I will propose to Hoor, and it was a chance for me to indulge in my work and give my best. I could not ignore my company for som
— H O O R —°°°"A contract. Our marriage contract. And before getting married, I want you to read every condition and term so that later you don't have to ask any questions." I was surprised to hear this. This is literally surprising. Contract marriage? What will he get by turning the marriage into an agreement? And how did this contract suddenly come in the middle? Till that night there was only a marriage proposal with which Zahir had come to me, then why all of a sudden this contact?"Contract? Suddenly? Why?" There were only a few words that I could use. I was so surprised that I had even forgotten how to use the words. "Indeed, Hoor, this marriage was arranged from the very beginning with a compromise. I came to you only with this contract—," "But you didn't tell me anything about the contract that night." I did not give him time to complete himself till it was over and put my question first. "I would have told you about the contract when you would have agreed to the marriag
— H O O R — °°°By 6 o’clock in the morning, Parul had also been released. When she regained consciousness, she cried a lot. She repeatedly apologized to me that she should not have hidden anything from me. But now there was nothing to be gained by remembering the past. Our today was much better. Parul’s health was better now. And what else I needed? Doctors prescribed some medicines for Parul. By giving medicines from time to time, Parul’s condition could have improved completely. And Zahir also spent all this. When we got ready to leave the house in the morning, Zahir took us home too. He did not talk on the way but Parul wondered why Zahir was with us. She asked me whether Zahir gave the money for her treatment, then I told her that Zahir paid the full amount for her treatment. She wondered why I took Zahir’s help but the very next moment she understood everything. She realized that I was definitely ready for marriage. I could not help but sigh. Her mind is sharp enough to pu
— Z A H I R —Another month had passed and today the results of Hoor’s exams were about to come. I knew this and I was also happy that today she will get the result, but my family was happier than me. Perhaps even more curious than Hoor would be today! Because when I got ready and went downstairs for breakfast, my family started demanding from me that I should also celebrate the announcement of the result along with Hoor. What have they understood about me? A crazy? “What type of idea is that? It’s her result, so she should celebrate, not me.” I rolled my eyes, taking the toast and stuffing it into my mouth. “What? She’s your soon-to-be wife, Zahir. Her happiness is your happiness.” Dad gained my attention and I eventually stopped chewing. What did he just say? “Wow, bro! What a line! I loved it.” I looked at my uncle who praised my dad. Dad smirked and bowed his head slightly, uttering, “Thank you, thank you.” I sighed. Once again drama. I continued eating. “Yes, Zahir, Dad is
— H O O R — “Wow Hoor, your results are very good. Your marks are above 90 in every subject!” I heard Parul’s voice. I was braiding my hair at that time and after hearing her words, I rushed to her in a hurry. “Did you check it?” I ask her. It was not that I did not believe in myself, but I did not want to put anything in a misunderstanding. “Of course! You’re wonderful!” She chirped. I glanced at the screen, finding her right. “Phew,” I sighed. Closing my eyes, I folded my hands to thank God. Whatever it is, it is what He wants because It is His Will. And my hard work also pays off only when God does His justice. That is why I thank Him for everything. It is a different matter that in my displeasure, I never remember Him because the sadness and silence inside me is so much that I cannot remember Him at that time. It is such a bad thing, which I try my best to improve. I remember Him in happiness but I want to call Him in sorrow, too. “How’s it going, my lovely daughter?” Dad’s
— H O O R — “Do you truly want this?” I asked him as soon as Parul left. We were all alone, under the bright blue sky, birds chirping around. He turned to look at me before answering, “My family wants me to take care of your happiness from now on. They want me to join you in your happiness.” Here I end this conversation as I do not ask him anything further. My happiness is not cared for by my husband. Instead, my soon-to-be in-laws are very much concerned about my happiness. There is both joy and displeasure in it. Glad that my future in-laws care about my happiness and displeasure so much that my husband needs permission from his family to join my happiness. This great man does not want to do anything by himself. “Come.” He opens the door of his car. I look inside before and then at his face. I do that awkwardly and give me a -what?- type of look. “What? Didn’t you open the door for yourself?” I ask him and here I realize how stupid I sounded. “You think I’ll open the passenge
— Z A H I R —“By the way, do you want me to turn the AC off?” She looked at me as her lips parted. She could clearly see I mocked her. I asked this question deliberately because I know this girl has a problem with AC cars. On that day, she also expressed her concern about the increasing global warming caused by my car like she was in some conference hall. And… My car is the ‘only’ reason behind the increasing global warming, is it? She stated it like that. Like I was some wanted criminal. But I do not want to cause any trouble for Hoor. Or say that I do not want to leave any chance to annoy this girl. This is a golden opportunity for me. Like she enjoys annoying me, I, too, am going to find pleasure in it. “This is your car, do whatever you want.” She rolled her eyes, folding her arms on her chest and looking outside through the window. “Okay.” I turned the AC off for an unknown reason and started driving. Hoor kept peeping outside the window and then no conversation happened be