— H O O R —Recap:- “Okay,” I almost whispered the answer but he heard it. “Okay, so Edinburgh is confirmed!”************The entire day we stayed away from each other. He talked a bit with Dad and later got a call from his office. They called him urgently and he left, getting ready in an Armani suit. I watched him leave with a sour expression but as soon as Bhabhi tried to look in my direction, I had to smile big and give him a flying kiss. Eww! He pretended to catch the kiss while I watched him with a bored expression. I was thinking he was going to put it on his chest but what he did made my eyes go wide. He caught the kiss and put it on his lips, pretending to feel it. It made me shiver on my spot though I stood like a rock in front of him. He smirked, turning around to leave. Once his car disappeared from our sight, Bhabhi Rayma gave me a knowing look that made me blush hard. Not like that typical woman after getting married to a loving husband. But I was embarrassed. I ha

— H O O R —. . .I come downstairs while my husband is behind, busy with I don't know what. I don't even care. I catch a glimpse of Ryan and he smiles at me the moment his eyes fall on me. "Chachi!" He utters, waving his hand at me. He got ready so early in the morning. Wow! (Aunt)I went to him and gave him a hug as he was waiting for me with his arms wide open. As we part, he says, "You're so cool!" He grins at me. "And so you do, little champ!" I pinch his nose gently, unlike his Chacha (Uncle) who doesn't even let him breathe. Savage Uncle! He giggles adorably. "I came to see you. Mama said we'll be leaving late. Maybe after you catch your flight. So I got ready to come to bid you goodbye," he completes himself, standing proudly. He even spoke like a man, not like a kid. How adorable this boy is! "How thoughtful of you," I say, planting a kiss on his cheek. My lipstick isn't ruined, don't worry. "I am," he wiggles his eyebrows, complimenting himself when we hear a loud scof

— Z A H I R —. . . I hold Hoor’s hand as we walk ahead towards the airport. Her hand is cold and tiny, almost fitting in my hand and I feel this urge to hug her all of a sudden because of her being so small before me. She is cute, I will not lie to myself. She steals a glance at me, probably thinking about my actions and that I am holding her hand because surely my image is not very good in her eyes. Especially when I have put that contract before her.But it was necessary. It was necessary to make sure that I wouldn't remain stuck in such a sacred bond. I do not like even the idea of it. Getting married was never on my wish list which I am fulfilling as I breathe daily. I do not want to remain married for the rest of my life because, for me, this bond carries a very heavy load of responsibility that I cannot handle. I made it clear to my Dad but he thinks I am delusional and that I will never be able to handle it. Truth to be told, when you are alone, life is simple. You only ha

— H O O R —. . . I sigh, coming out of the bathroom. I enjoyed it. It was peaceful, taking all my thoughts regarding Zahir and how he teased me and enjoyed laughing at me. I change into a comfortable set of pajamas and walk out. Zahir is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his mobile. Not even for a second he can leave it, right? I walk to him and sit on another couch. Yeah, I like this distance. This way, he won’t start troubling me again. And now that he has learned that even the littlest of his tactics are powerful enough to make my face throb red, I know he won’t leave a single chance to use it on me over and over again. As soon as I sit beside him, he puts down the mobile and starts taking off the lids of the utensils filled with food. The pleasant aroma fuses into the air and I breathe deeply, palming my stomach. Yes, I was hungry. “Hope that my choice won’t offend you,” he says, while I am busy looking at the meal he has ordered. Room service was the best idea ever

— H O O R —. . . Zahir was right when he said he has visited the place before and he knows what can grab my attention here and what not. To be honest, as I won’t lie to myself, Zahir was a nice husband to me today. He showed me a few places as he did not wish to spend much time there. According to him, it was all boring but I kept a hold on him. I insisted upon seeing everything carefully, enjoying the cold weather. Zahir held my hand as we visited the place. Amid our energy and excitement, I did not pay much attention to it. I did not even realize when our hands touched and fingers weaved together. Our arms brushed and I, not even planning to, clung to his arm like a koala. Oh, not like that! Like he would have to bear my weight! It would have caused him great trouble then. Rather, you see what happens between a couple when they are together? How they are holding each other not even realizing! So the way happened to us. Zahir and I came out after having breakfast. He asked m