I love to write, and that's a fact, and on the For Our Love universe, I can write endlessly. So, I'm going to write a shorter story that is somewhere between 'For Our Love' and 'Belong Together'.
MehweenGRmade me realise that I wanted to writemore, especiallyontheother couples that I neglected before.
You can read this before 'Belong Together', but not before finishing 'For Our Love'!
FOR THOSE WHO HAVE READ 'BELONG TOGETHER', STRICTLY NO SPOILERS, PLEASE!
Welcome back to the For Our Love universe!
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Dr Fariha Zafar
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"Allah!" I gasped as I stared from the roof down to the ground, where my sons were playing with their stepfather, my husband, Zafar. Seven-years-old Saad almost fell over, but my policeman husband had quick reflexes and caught him immediately. Saad squealed and laughed as Zafar tickled him.
The scent of the gajray (hair decorations made from flowers, generally jasmine flowers) entered my nose, as the wind gently ruffled through my hair, and I inhaled deeply. Zafar insisted that I wore gajray today. It was Omar's ninth birthday, and we were going over to my parents' house to celebrate. My parents-in-law and my two twin Nands, Mahnoor and Dua, had gone for Umrah, so I asked Zafar if we could celebrate it with my parents at their home instead. My parents, who had now shifted to Islamabad, had returned to Lahore for Omar's birthday, as well as Hania's second birthday. Hania was the first child of my older brother Fawad Bhai and his wife Jasmina Bhabi, and they were flying to Lahore soon. Bhai had tried his best to get extra days off to come earlier to celebrate his beloved nephew's birthday, but had been unable to do so. Fortunately for me, Ammi and Papa had kept the house so that when they visited Lahore, or when Bhai came, they can stay therem
Zafar looked up, as if he had heard me gasp, and gave me his cute dimpled smile. "Aaj chand lagta hai chat par aa gaya hai." He winked.
*"Looks like he moon has come to our roof today."
I shook my head. "Bachon ke samne to na shuru ho jayain."
