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AFTER FEW MONTHS
“Aajayye, begum sahiba? Aur kitna intezar karayengi aap?” Ehtesham teased his wife, who had been getting ready for the past hour along with the other ladies.
All the men of the Sikander Haveli were already prepared and waiting in the living room for their wives — except Shameer and Aihan.
They had planned a small getaway to their farmhouse to spend Ramadan together, away from the chaos of city life. Everyone needed a peaceful break.
And actually the priority reason to help Aiza and Aihan to spend more time with eachother so they could dismiss their descision of getting divorce, although both of them doesn't have any problem with eachother but due to the misunderstanding of being burden was the issue.
Aiza thinks she is the burden and forced wife at him while Aihan thinks she has been forced and she still loves that guy .
In these few months, many changes had come. Jihan and Zainab were now parents to an adorable baby girl named Hurra, and Abeeha was six months pregnant. Jihan sat in the living room, gently rocking his little princess in his arms.
“Hurra, baba ki jaan… adaab karo,” he said softly as he walked inside.
Both elderly men’s faces lit up at the sight of her. Their smiles widened when the little girl placed her tiny palm on her forehead and mumbled a baby-like salam.
“Arre mashallah, itni badi ho gayi,” her Dadu adored her.
“Wa-alaikum assalam, nana ki jaan,” her Nanu said, taking her into his arms with love.
Hurra had become the apple of everyone’s eye in the family. Even Siddharth, who rarely melted for anyone, softened completely in front of her.
“Yeh chhota sa bhalu kaun hai… arre yeh toh hamari Hurra hai!” Mr. Shah said playfully, making funny faces that earned a sweet giggle from her.
Today, her mother had dressed her in a white bear suit with a bow headband. She had big doe-like eyes just like her mother, though many said she was slowly becoming a little girly version of her father — especially when she made the same serious expressions and preferred his company.
While both grandfathers played with her, Jihan busied himself texting his wife.
Me: Koi help toh nahi chahiye na, biwi?
Meri Biwi 🎀: Nahi miya ji, bas aap Hurra ko dekhein… woh rone na lage.
Me: Usse dekhne ke liye uske Dadu aur Nanu hain. Aap bataiye, main upar aa jaun?
Meri Biwi 🎀: Miya ji, kya ho gaya aapko? Main bacchi nahi hoon. Khud tayyar ho jaungi. Aur ab aap mujhe disturb kar rahe hain 😑
Me: Aap mujhse pyaar nahi karti na, biwi… main dekh raha hoon, aap mujhse door rehti hain.
