Match Made In Hell ✔️

Their Happy Family ❤️

Here is the bonus chapter for those who had asked for it. A new year gift, Enjoy!!!

The soft glow of the television screen flickered in the living room. Zoya sat on the coach, sipping her freshly brewed coffee while watching her two children with a content smile adorned on her face.

Her two-year-old son, Zayan Malik, was sprawled on the soft plush carpet. His black eyes, which he had inherited from his father, were fixed on the TV screen, where colourful rhythms danced in sync to cheerful music. His tiny chubby hands clapped in delight, trying to follow the beats as he giggled with excitement.

Nearby at the wooden coffee table, sat her five-year-old daughter, Zaira Malik. With her doe brown eyes, long wavy brown hair secured in two ponytails, she was deeply immersed in her drawing, her little tongue poking out slightly as she concentrated. Crayons scattered around her as she carefully filled in the outlines of a family picture. Her Mama, Baba, her little brother, and herself smiling and holding hands. Her artistic skills were far from perfect, but to Zaira, each line was filled with love and affection.

Zoya's smile widened as she caught a glimpse of the drawing. The warmth and joy of experiencing motherhood with her and Zain’s little bundles were wholesome.

She glanced over her daughter’s shoulder, “That’s beautiful, sweetheart. Is this our family?” she questioned, pointing to the child-like shape figures. Zaira loves to draw and paint.

The little girl beamed, “Yes! Look how handsome Baba looks!!!”

Zoya chuckled at her innocence, Zaira was obsessed with her father. She shared the closest bond with Zain among the two. Just like every father, he was her hero, her ideal, her best friend. If Zain ever expressed his deepest affection, it was always with Zaira.

The peaceful scene was soon interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, followed by the familiar jingle of keys at the door. Zoya smiled, already knowing what was coming. Zayan, who was immersed in the children's rhythms, whipped his head around at the sound. The arrival of their father alerted both the kids.

Zaira immediately stopped colouring, her eyes lighting up as she jumped from her seat.

“Baba’s home!!!” She dashed toward the main door, her little feet thudding on the wooden floor. Zayan, with her tiny wobbly feet, followed right behind, calling out to his father.

As the door swung open, Zain stepped in, holding briefcase in hand, appearing worn out from the long exhausted day but as soon as he caught the glimpse of his children rushing towards his direction, he felt the weight of exhaustion vanished into thin air as a bright smile crept on his face. Before he could even move or react, the kids collided with him, wrapping their arms around his legs, their excitement bubbling over.

"Welcome home, Babu!!" Zaira exclaimed with excitement while Zayan reached out his arms, urging him to pick him up.

Zain crouch down at their level and scoop them both up in his arms. He showered them with feathery kisses, feeling the weight of the day lift as he embraced his kids, erupting hearty giggles from them.

“How are my little troublemakers??” His eyes sparkling with fatherly love.

Zoya watched the scene unfold with a soft smile, her heart full of content. She stood up and walked over to them, gaining their attention.

"Take a moment to greet your one and only wife and the mother of your children with the same love and joy too." Zoya pouted, folding her arms over her chest, faking anger.

“I'll meet you later in our bedroom with my detail love, wifey!!! You and me only!!!” Zain leaned towards her ear and whispered in a teasing voice with a hint of seductiveness, only for her to hear.