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Life Goes On!

Disclaimer: This Chapter was 18+, However, I felt uncomfortable after writing the previous version of this chapter so I rewrote it, and here is the new version.

Ibrahim and Amaira entered their new room downstairs. Ibrahim held Amaira's hand and helped her sit in the bed. He then kissed the inside of her hand and put her hands to his eyes. Amaira was fondly looking at him, with tears in her eyes. She almost lost him because of her foolishness.

"I am going to be a father to three kids at the same time. Don't you think Allah is really merciful? He took one away and he is now giving us three." Ibrahim said while sitting on his knees in front of her.

"I am sorry because of my stupidness, I almost lost you. I was so tired of Tayi Jan constantly calling infertile and Maleeha acting as if she owns you. You know I hated it when she would come into our room, and take your clothes to iron or wash , or spray your perfume. You know I took your perfume and broke it because I didn't want you both to smell the same." She said with hiccups.

"Stop crying. My kids will say that our mom is a cry baby." Ibrahim said. "You know I was acting strong for you, but I was also very affected by this whole situation. I really wanted a mini version of you who will hug me when she comes back from school, and my sons will play with me. I really wanted to teach them how to drive and stuff, but I didn't lose hope. But see Allah didn't return me empty handed. Oh my God, three babies. It's just amazing." He said while hugging her.

"Ibrahim, if I ask you something will you give it to me?" Amaira asked.

"Anything, Meri Jan." Ibrahim said in a love filled voice.

"Can we please move out?" Amaira said looking straight into his eyes.

"Oh. If that's what you want then I am fine. We can move to my penthouse in Defence." Ibrahim was shocked at first but covered up right away as he didn't want her to be hurt.

"I will let Baba and Agha Jan know about it, but now you rest. You are carrying three babies, and one of them could be my princess so you have to be really careful." Ibrahim said while helping her lay down on the bed, and then kissed her forehead and left the room.

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Sofiya was laying on her bed in her camisole and shorts when Saif walked in on her. She hurriedly got up and tried to fix herself, whereas, Saif on the other hand was awestruck seeing her like that. 

"I know I said we'd take it slow, but I really want to kiss you right now. Can I?" Saif asked gently, holding her hand and helping her to her feet. His hands rested lightly on her waist as he waited for her answer.

Sofiya, feeling shy and unsure of what to say, kept her gaze lowered to the floor. Saif, with a tender smile, lifted her chin with his fingers, encouraging her to look at him. She hesitated for a moment before giving a small, shy nod.

Saif's hand softly cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin as their eyes met. There was an unspoken connection between them, one that didn't need words. He leaned in slowly, their breath mingling as Sofiya's heart raced. When their lips met, it was soft, filled with affection and the blossoming of something deeper.

Their kiss was gentle, a shared moment that spoke of care and growing closeness. It wasn't rushed or passionate but instead a sweet exchange that conveyed the warmth and affection between them. As their lips parted, a sense of calm and connection lingered.

"Are you still shy, Mrs. Saif?" he teased, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Saif! Stop it!" Sofiya exclaimed, her cheeks flushing as she playfully scolded him. "If you keep teasing me, I won't let you kiss me again!"