The Stars Have Eyes ✓

Ch-20 Epilogue

• F I V E   Y E A R S   L A T E R •

It was the hour of dawn, the sun was peeking into their bedroom through the white curtains. And there he was still wide awake lying on his bed. His eyes lovingly staring at his two daughters.

Fazaa & Farah.

The two little angels resembled glass dolls as they were only a month old. They slept a lot like normal infants do, much to Faaz's displeasure.

He wanted to play with both of them. Can't they just start running in a few days?

Then his eyes moved to a sleeping Yara and his smile fainted a bit. His fingers moved to caress her cheek. The little touch was all that broke her slumber. She no more sleeps like a dead cat because our poor Yara was suffering from Postpartum Depression. You know, post-pregnancy depression. And she was a mess.

{Yara: First cat, then pancake, and now a mess. Ladki hoon, yaar, ladki hi rehne do. 🙏}

Faaz immediately began patting her head like a mother will do to make her child fall asleep. Yara smiled and put her palm on the back of his hand with firmness, not allowing him to move it. And she tried to fall asleep again.

However, cute, little Fazaa began crying out of the blue while on the other hand sweet little Farah had a smile lingering on her tiny, smiley face.

Yara tiredly sat up and picked a crying Fazaa in her arms. Faaz was relieved to see that Yara didn't get frustrated with babies giving her a hard time. This means her condition was improving, hopefully. Which means his pancake will be back pretty soon.

Yara began breastfeeding Fazaa. While Faaz distracted Farah, to avoid her from crying on seeing Mama loving only Fuzzy Fazaa.

In simple words, Fazaa was a carbon copy of Faaz and Farah was the female version of Fazaan.

Fazaa fell asleep again after being fed. Then Yara picked Farah to breastfeed her as well. And soon Farah was also fast asleep.

While Yara and Faaz couldn't fall asleep again. They kept staring at each other, holding hands, and smiling at one another after every ten seconds.

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It was almost time. Albert was running here and there. Someone stop this old man or he'll break his legs. The two-tire chocolate cake was proudly sitting on a round table. Yara and Faaz could hardly help Albert or other helpers as their two daughters were hell-bent on giving them a hard time.

Yara wore two mismatching earrings in all this hullabaloo. While Faaz's jaw began aching as he made funny faces to distract his daughters.

And the doorbell rang.

Another thunderstorm was there to shake their home.

As the door was opened a four year old Ahtesham Fazaan Ali Shah came running and jumped over his prey, his Faazi uncle.

“Chachu!” He chirped.

“Happy Birthday, Shami!” Faaz kissed his nephew's forehead while engulfing him in a bear hug.

Fazaan and Dur came running to see if Ahtesham again broke something. But they sighed seeing him safe landing into Faaz's arms.

Ahtesham was not a bundle of joy. He was a bundle of thunderstorms. Always creating hullabaloo wherever he goes. He had no traits of his father and had dominating genes of his Faazi uncle.

Soon the birthday boy got busy playing with his two sisters, but every now and then he was asking,

“When Ishu will come?”

And when Ishu came, he ran to hug his best friend. Ishaal was Isha'a and Bilal's adopted daughter. Isha'a couldn't conceive so they adopted her.

“Come on, Master Shami, let's cut the cake,” Albert said smilingly.

Ahtesham cut the cake and the very next moment his face was smeared with a giant slice of cake by Faaz.

Later delicious brunch was served. Three of the couples were busy handling their little monsters.

A lot changed in these five years.

Five years ago, they were some reckless idiots getting into trouble all thanks to their troublesome stars. Their days were no less than a comedy sitcom. However, it was just a phase. A phase that passed away.

Their lunacies are still somewhere hidden inside them. They just don't like to appear more often. Because you keep changing.

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First of all
Eid Mubarak!
This wasn't a funny chapter. Because Yara is suffering from
post-pregnancy depression.
I may write bonus chapters in the future to compensate for this not-so-funny epilogue.
Bye!