Ulfat ; محبت
"Where do you think you are going?" I asked while looking at her whose eyes were wide open
"Woh....Mai.." she was saying as I pulled her more closer to me and she gasped I put my face near her neck and inhale her vanilla scent she pu...
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Zurfasha’s POV
Life is unpredictable. One minute you're laughing with the people you love, the next you're searching for pieces of yourself. I never thought I’d have to live without Ammi. She was my everything my companion, my strength. I was certain I wouldn’t survive her loss. But here I am… breathing, still standing.
I sighed and leaned back on the garden chair, letting the early morning breeze wash over me. My hand rested instinctively on my baby bump, now very visible. I looked down and smiled.
“Hi, meri jaan,” I whispered.
“Aaj kal bohotthaka dete ho tum mujhe. But I still love you endlessly. Main tumhare liye maa bhi banoongi, aur baap bhi.”
(You tire me a lot these days, but I love you. I’ll be both a mother and a father for you.)
I gasped when I felt a little kick. A bubble of laughter escaped with a few tears.
“Was that ‘I love you too’?” I whispered, grinning like an idiot.
I closed my eyes, soaking in the calm — birds chirping, leaves rustling. Perfect.
“AYAAAT!!”
Scratch that. Forget I said perfect.
I opened my eyes to find a miniature Minnie Mouse in pajamas sprinting toward me at full speed.
“Phupo, bachao mujhe!” she shrieked, diving behind me like a soldier dodging enemy fire.
(Aunt, save me!)
“Par hua kya hai?” I asked, already suppressing a giggle. (But what happened?)
That’s when I saw him.
Shahzaib. Marching toward us like a man whose dignity had been brutally attacked. My eyes fell on his hair… and I lost it.
“Don’t. You. Dare. Laugh!” he warned, but it was too late. I was wheezing.
“Tumne hi bigaara hai isse,” he accused, glaring at me.
