𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 ❣︎𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠❣︎

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Teri muhabbat ka yeh kitna khubsurat ehsas hai,

Ab toh mujhe lagta hai har pal ki tu mere aas paas hai.

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Song for the chapter : khairiyat by arijit singh.
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Zaahid was taking a relaxing shower after a sleepless night. He couldn't help but recalled his first night with Rumaisha, where he had told her everything about his one sided first love as he didn't wanted to hide anything from her after all she was his wife who had every right to know about him. But it turned out his biggest mistake as she made his life a living hell by taunting him every now and then about his love.
She had trust issues alright but she didn't confined in him. It became even worse when she discovered that Sumbul had been divorced by her husband. She was insecure that now Sumbul was divorced, Zaahid will go after her. She became more difficult and when Zaim was born she didn't loved him like a mother would do to her baby, and it resulted in more fights between them. He didn't had any complaints against her now considering she wasn't in the world to defend herself but the guilt he felt after her death made him miserable. He felt himself responsible for her death, moreover it didn't help either when her parents held him responsible for her death. The running water made him forgot all his worries for the time being. His muscles flexed as he ran his hands through his damp hair after turning the tap off. He wore a black salwar kameez after drying himself. Spreading his cologne and setting his hair with the comb he clasped his silwer watch around his strong wrists. Just when he was about to go down, his phone rang halting his steps. His lips lifted in a soft smile seeing his best friend Adam's name on the display. Pulling the phone from the charger he lifted the call and made himself comfortable on the ottoman placed on the foot of the bed.
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Sumbul made Zaim ready in his clothes after giving him a bath. He was looking too happy to be with his beloved pupo. He gave her sloppy kisses showing his love when she fake glared at him while rubbing her cheeks with her dupatta as there was drool all over her face. He pouted and bent his head. "Awww mera baby naraz ho gya?" She cooed lifting him up. He laughed and clapped his chubby hands when she kissed his cheeks soundly.

"Chalo ab nashta karna hai tumne."

"Nasta?" He asked in his baby voice making her nod her head in yes. The mother son duo made their way towards the dining room talking and laughing about god knows what. They looked overjoyed.

"Assalam o alaikum." She said her salam smilingly when she saw her bhai and bhabhi with her nephew Rehan sitting on the launge area along with Maheen. Her in law's were talking with them about the walima function.

"Walaikum Assalam." Everyone replied back smilingly. Her mother in law beckoned her to sit with her family to which She smiled and went and sat with Maheen and Amreen. Zaim held Rehans hand gleefully who looked equally enthusiastic for meeting his friend.
Zaim was taking him to his nursery as he wanted to play with him but Sumbul stopped them as she wanted to feed him first. He whined but she coxed him lovingly. Amreen smiled at Sumbuls motherly affection. She knew that Sumbul would become a amazing mother because her affectionate nature towards Rehan. She made a dua for her soft hearted nand and held her son's hand. together they made their way towards the dining room. Maheen also tagged along.
"Zaahid kahan hai? nazar nhi aa rha." Rohaan asked his mamu but before he could replied anything Zaahid loudly said his salam and Rohaan replied before shaking hands and did a one arm hug. Minal asked everyone to join them for breakfast but Rohaan denied to which his mamu and Zaahid insisted a lot and he surrendered shaking his head.

"Oye hoye!! bhabhi ke toh gaal laal tamatar bane huye hai, nazre nhi hatt rhi hai inki apne miyan se." Ayla teased in a low voice. her bhabhi blushed tucking her hair behind her ear. She was feeding Zaim his baby food when her eyes got stucked at his smiling face. The black salwar kameez looked magnificent on him. The kameez fit around his torso snugly. His biceps flexed whenever he moved his muscular arms. He could feel her eyes on him but didn't dare to look up as he didn't wanted to loose control and do something stupid. She felt disappointed when he didn't looked her way even for ones. Her eyes lost their shine. She shook her head and focused on feeding Zaim who was showing some nakhre and wanted to eat on his own which she didn't allowed.