CHAPTER 20

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Mahira's pov:

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Mahira's pov:

"Faraz let's go inside" I grabbed his hand and went to the tree house

It was beautiful, comfy and was giving vintage vibes

It was decorated with warm fairy light, a small round table in the middle and beneath it was a carpet

On the wall, their were paintings which were made by me

A small area for cooking and a book shelf as well

It was straight out of a dream

I was beyond happy it all feels so unreal

I hugged him again "Faaz it's so beautiful it's same as I have imagined"

And he simply caressed my back

"Take a seat and let me make you a cup of coffee"

Saying this he made me sat on the carpet and started making coffee and soon the aroma of coffee filled the house

His sleeves folded till his elbow and broad back facing me and I can't help but check him out

"Looks like you are loving your view zauja" He turned around winking at me

"You are actually very delusional faaz" I rolled my eyes trying to act nonchalant but it was too obvious that whatever he said was nothing but true

He laughed and came with two cups of coffee

"Let's go to the garden" He said and I agreed

We were walking in the garden barefoot on the grass

The farmhouse was actually very pretty

It was filled with different types of flowers and plants

And A big wooden house in the middle with a BBQ corner

I was sipping on my coffee when I decided to tell him something, something very special

"Faraz I have something to tell" I cleared my throat and turned completely towards him

"Yess tell me" He replied tucking a strand of hair behind my ear

His brown eyes met my hazel ones

I  tiptoed whispered "Our greatest adventure is coming"

I saw his face turning into confusion

I cupped his face touching my forehead with his taking a deep breath I said "We are expecting"

"Ya Allah tell me what you are saying is true Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah" He twirled me around

"Yess faraz we are going to be parents... I'm 6 weeks pregnant"

"Ya Allah tera shukar" He kept saying this again and again
(Alhamdulillah)

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