They didn't want to marry each other, but when luck plays the game, no one can win against it. °°° "But I don't love you?!" "I don't love you either!" °°° Zahir and Hoor had to marry each other against their will, even if it was a drama of one year. One didn't want to spoil his life while the other didn't want to disappoint her father. It was nothing but a contract marriage. ***** Zahir Mathews is a successful businessman who is also a perfect person in the eyes of the world. In spite of touching the height of the sky, there was no pride in that person. He had respect for the elders, the values taught by his father shone in him. Nothing was difficult for him except getting married and living a happy life with a creature named ‘Wife’. Although no one except his family knows about his weakness, it is necessary to break the illusion. Hoor Mizrahi is a hardworking girl who earns some money by doing petty jobs along with her studies.Whatever money she earns, she first uses it for her father who is a sick person, before herself. When another problem comes in such a difficult life, then she is left with no other option but to get into it. The problem was nothing but marrying her father's friend's arrogant son.View More
— 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 —Our destination comes sooner than I expected. I peek out and see his great bungalow has arrived. I do not wait for more time to pass as I quickly open the door and come out of the car. I hear him huffing behind me and he can keep huffing while I won't even spare him a single glance! Gripping the strap of my bag, I walk straight inside the building, being welcomed by the servants. I nod at them and go inside, straight into the room. I hang my bag in its place and wash my face and all just to come out and see Zahir running a hand through his hair. Our eyes collide and for a moment, I keep staring into each other's eyes. His blue eyes are beautiful. If anybody tells him, I know he is going to dance over their heads. I myself will never compliment his eyes but I am ready to admire them in my head for the rest of my life. I was mesmerized by them the very first time I looked into them. I roll my eyes, walking past him and going downstairs. I am in no mood to stay inside t
— Z A H I R —I come out of her bathroom while drying my hair. With a towel on my head and my hand ruffling it to get them dry. I walk out with lazy steps and my gaze falls over the small bed in her room. Precisely my wife got my attention first. She is making the bed. There is a pillow in her grip which she puts to the other side and completes her work of spreading the mattress neatly over the bed. She then stands straight, holding the pillow. She turns to do something else but halts as soon as she looks at me. “You can use the bed,” she says, followed by an exhale. I frown when I notice she is stepping back with the pillow in her grip. “And what about you?” I ask, bitterness in my tone as I notice it but I did not want to use it on her. It came out naturally because somewhere in my mind, the answer was clear to it. “I can sleep on the floor.” She shrugs like this is a very normal thing. Her hand gestures to her left and I see she has set a mattress for herself over the floor.
— H O O R — He kissed my forehead like a loving husband. He said those beautiful lines. He asked me to take care of myself. He said he will come back by the evening and all this made my heart skip a few beats. After he left, I enjoyed talking to Parul. We talked about many things. Dad also asked me so many questions as he was excited to know how I am dealing with a new place and a new family. I cooked for them. Parul helped me. And the day went well. We enjoyed it so much. And this is the evening he talked about. He will be here anytime as he said but I am still in my sweatpants and large-size t-shirt. Of course, like any typical girl, I am waiting for him to come and then I will get ready to leave. Anyway, he is already an hour late. It is almost dinnertime and he is not here yet. I am cooking dinner with Parul and somehow still thinking about him. Thinking about what is he doing to my mind. It is occupied by him and his actions only. Sometimes he behaves like a true jerk and
— Z A H I R — “Zahir!” I hear the same voice again calling my name but I do not answer it. I am not in the mood to wake up already. I do not feel like it. “Zahir, get up!” Again it comes, followed by a soft pat on my shoulder. I groan, pushing my face more into the pillow, avoiding that touch. I know it is my wife and I do not care what woman she is. I just know I want to sleep for some more time. As I do not respond, she groans. “Zahir!” She yells my name in her sharp tone. “What?” I snap back but sleepily. My voice does not hold that energy yet husky and I do not want to wonder if she understands it or not. I do not care if she understands or not. “Get up! We don't want to get late for breakfast! Make this a regular habit. I can't believe you're a grown-up man. Is this how you sleep? Like an arse!” Yeah, yeah, keep talking, I am getting nothing in my head. Blah, blah, blah. My breaths become softer and slower as I fall into darkness. Hoor does not come to disturb me again for
— H O O R — After I am done combing my hair and making a braid of it, making sure I won't be finding my hair like a nest the next morning, I walk out of the closet. Today was very tiring. And these heels have ruined the peace of my feet. But I can't even ignore them in any function, otherwise, I will only reach Zahir's shoulders. Do not think that I am short. My height is normal but my husband is definitely not less than a pillar. And from the pillar, I remembered that till now my husband has not come into the room. What is the reason for this? The function is over. Bhabhi told me to go to the room and rest. Zahir was also next to me at that time, did he not hear that Bhabhi had asked us to go to the room?Well, it does not matter to me. If he comes in the room tonight, I will punish him for ignoring me and if he does not come in the room, I have the next night also to have fun with him. But no matter what happens, I will not spare him so easily. The door opens with sleekness.
— Z A H I R —She bit my finger, can you believe that? I had only avoided her question for a while. I mean, at least I did not refuse to answer her. Still, my wife bit off my finger. I was surprised by her audacity. She did not care if everyone was just looking at us. Well, thankfully no one noticed more carefully. Even though it was dark around us, the flash of the cameras was giving me enough light to cut the cake and feed my bunny wife. Yes, bunny wife. She, who chewed my finger, looks so cute in white clothes that I just want to fill her in my arms, hug her tightly, and keep kissing her cheeks and bite them if I want, indeed deserves the new nickname I have discovered for her. Wild cat suits too. She is always ready to pounce on me. However, for the moment, I am going to tease her with this new nickname.Not right now, by the way. I introduced her to Darsh and his wife. I could never forget to invite him and his wife. Hoor and Darsh's wife got along well and now both of them
— H O O R —As soon as I descended four stairs, I noticed how many people were waiting for us. I never expected that. For a girl who came from a small household like me, a maximum of ten people in the function was called ‘many’, but at the moment I was seeing more than ten people. Around fifty, I guess? They were all comfortable in the hugeness of the house, still, the room was left large. Yes, I know that Zahir's house is no less than any palace and only such elegant and rich people come to such a palace. Why did I expect less?They look at us and I notice their eyes holding an admiring glint as soon as they catch us standing on the stairs. I can't help but notice how elegantly they have dressed up. I have never seen such bright people, to be honest. Does not matter if their teeth shine, they know their clothes and footwear should shine even if others do not even look at them. But that's not what makes me nervous. It is something else. Zahir keeps his hand on my waist and it car
— Z A H I R —I come out of the closet while arranging the collar of my shirt. I then arrange the lapel, walking towards the vanity as I see my wife standing right in front of it, applying pink lipstick. The color is light, matching her skin tone. She applied strokes of it smoothly over her plump bottom lip while I traced the movement of them through my needy eyes. I did not even realize when I ended up staring at her though I came to get my hair done. Well, it can wait, right? I slow my pace to vanity, still lost in my wife's heavenly beauty. She is wearing just a silk robe over I do not know what. But through the deep cut in her robe, I can see the white-colored sweetheart neckline of a blouse. Oh, she is wearing a white saree? As the thought rakes my mind, I raise my eyes to search for her dress anywhere. On either side, as I run my eyes around, I notice a white net saree on a hanger on one of the walls. It has sequins inlaid and the border seems heavy. Sometimes I wonder how
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