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Finding Mr Hunt at the party gave me some kind of relief.

As Zahir too knows him, we got interacted and there I got to meet the girl with him. He introduced me to her and she felt pleasant. His choice is very good.

However, on the other side, I could see Zahir glaring at us non-stop. It irked me. Now what does he want?

I ignored that look.

Mr Hunt too noticed how Zahir was keeping a poker face and answering him gruffly every time. When he was called suddenly by some of his partners, it was only Mr Hunt and me left alone. The woman he took with him also left to use the washroom.

“Why is he behaving like that?” He asks me in a mutter, confused as he looks at me.

My eyes remain on Zahir who is busy holding a conversation with an official man. There are two more with him, keeping him occupied.

I stare at him silently, not answering Mr. Hunt for a moment being. I do not feel like doing it or maybe I am too lost admiring my husband among them.

He is handsome, after