— Z A H I R — After buying the rings, Rayma Bhabhi brought us to a mall for clothes. Well, I do not know much about this mall, but when I asked the guard outside, he told me that only women’s clothes are available there. Okay, I do not have any problem with it. But now they will have to go to another mall for me! Could not my aunt choose a mall where men’s and women’s clothes could be found together? Actually, I do not like shopping at all, so I want this day to end as soon as possible. Especially this shopping. It is turning into a pain in my ass. But somehow, the corner of my mind says the ladies are going to take the entire day shopping. Fuck! I am stuck here. But I am thankful that I extended my hand to buy the rings, otherwise if I had handed over the work to these women, the evening would have passed. I trust them more than anything here. I huff, walking behind them. A worker in this mall is taking my Bhabhi to some section while I am following the ladies. She speaks to m

— H O O R —And I was like…what? Honeymoon? I am not even married and they are planning for my honeymoon? Gosh, this is so terrible! “Great idea! You should choose black then. Zahir likes black.” Rayma chirped, telling me he likes black. Not bad. But that does not mean I am going to buy a black lingerie set. I do not aspire to impress him. Not even by mistake. “Cool! Then, what are you waiting for?” Parul also chirped, earning an urgent nod from me. Do I really have to buy it? But I cannot even question them. For everyone, our marriage is real. My one awkward question will ruin it for both of us. Zahir and me. It is okay, Hoor. Just buy them. Anyway, nothing is going to happen between you two. It is just a contract. He would not even look at you. Wait! What did my subconscious just say? “Sissy, actually you know more than me. Why don’t you select them for me?” I requested Rayma with a cute smile and twinkling eyes. She has allowed me to call her by her name and of course, she i

— H O O R —I smile as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My pink-stained lips do not stretch much because the smile is not heartfelt. Wish I was marrying the prince of my life. Wish Zahir knew it could ruin things between us. Even if we fight a lot, I believe we could become good friends because I might glare at him all the time. I cannot forget how he ignored his allergy to dust when I asked him to go to some dhaba. We could show care towards each other and start a better relationship but Zahir needed to bring this stupid contract between us. I do not regret that I called for his help at the right time for Parul and accepted this demand for her sake, but definitely, I regret that a man like Zahir came into my life. Had there been someone else, he would not have made fun of a bond like marriage by offering a contract. I cannot hold a meeting to explain to him because he does not see anyone wiser than himself. Arrogant man! But why should I spoil my mood by thinking about hi

— H O O R —Recap:- I scoff, “Husband,” not answering him anything. “Yes, husband! And the sooner you get this thing in your head, the less trouble will be for both of us.” Oh? Watching him through the corner of my eye as I find him scrolling down through his mobile, I mutter, “I know. No need to tell again and again. I have read the contract carefully. Don't mistake me for a child.” My reply seems to irk him because then, I hear him growling under his breath. “What's the problem with reining this tongue?” He complains, “Itna kyu bolti ho?” (Why do you speak so much?)~~~ “Ab issey bhi takleef hone lagi tumhe? Shikayat karna kab band karoge?” I could not hide my despair when I heard him and there is no way I will remain silent at his stupid treatment. (Now this too is bothering you? When will you stop complaining?)He throws a peal of humorless laughter before he gives me a death glare. “Jab tum bolna band karogi.” (The moment you'll stop talking.) “Huh, in your dreams!” I fl

— H O O R — When the maids arrived, informing us that dinner was ready, I finally palmed my stomach and sighed in bliss because I was hungry. After the morning I just got to eat. Although Rayma did offer me food in the middle of work, at that time I denied it because I was busy. Do not consider me ungrateful here. I respect food, but due to my old habit, sometimes I do not ask for a moment's rest in between work. And seeing the food served right in front of me, I got emotional, to be honest. I wanted to attack the plate but I do not have such a habit. I was better with the manners taught by my father. We prayed and then started eating. Zahir was sitting beside me, doing something on his mobile. A tight and bitter frown was on his handsome face. His jaw was twitched and his eyebrow was arched. The end of it was adorned by a mole which I noticed just now while my spoon was filled with food. Rayma seemed to notice it as she cleared her throat, gaining my attention. When I looked at