When Fire Meets Ice - Completed.

E P I L O G U E

I N A Y A

A month later;

"Spicier," Zara mumbled with a mouthful for the fifth time now, earning a glare from me instantly.

I grabbed at her elbow, drawing her closer. "That's too much, enough!"

"Babe, these taste like they've got no chilli powder in them, relax."

I stared at her wide-eyed, jaw dropping as fumes threatened to emanate from my ears. The golgappe were spicier than any I had ever eaten in my life.

And just as she ordered for the third plate, I spoke to the vendor, "Bhai, that's enough. Make the bill."

"Madam, it's two-fifty rupees."

I paid and ignored the invisible daggers Zara kept throwing at me. Once we reached where my car was parked, I folded my arms and shot her a furious glare.

I let my gaze then drop to her tiny five-months old baby bump. She cried out, leaning against the closer door, "Don't give me that look, two plates don't even touch my gums."

I rolled my eyes, sliding her away to open the door. "Think about my niece or nephew, I don't care about your gums."

We had apparently sneaked out to go on a girls golgappa date. My pregnancy was already complicated, so I was being careful about my diet and the rest of things.

Alhamdulillah, Zara was healthier, but a lot more grumpier with passing time. Kaif bhai suffered happily, but sometimes he had to call me to ask what he'd done wrong to get the cold treatment from Zara.

A thing as small as him looking at her without a smile pissed her off these days.

While I... I was weird. I had morning sickness often, lightheadedness sometimes as well, but Ahad had been too caring to ever let me feel alone.

We had disclosed the news after another series of tests run in a hospital here. They had all been the happiest, still unaware how this had been a miracle.

While Mumma, who knew, had been filled with glee and tears.

It felt so good. To have your family so thoroughly involved in your happy moments. There had been a minor celebration about it, just the close family members.

And for most of the past month, I hadn't been able to believe this had really happened.

At times, I had laid awake at nights, resting my palm on my stomach, silently crying and smiling at once as I let myself hope, to believe in the happiness that awaited us.

And now, I watched as Zara sulked in the passenger seat, mumbling complaints to her baby bump. I couldn't hide the smile spreading across my face, shaking my head in adorable disbelief.

"We'll make more hygienic ones at home," I suggested, clearing my throat when she shot me a death glare.

Twisting her nose, she murmured angrily, "I thought you'd be on my side, you know it was Kaif's fault."

I fought the urge to facepalm. "Yes, love. I know. But that doesn't mean you're allowed to eat unhealthy things."

"I need something like this to drown out the frustration. And see, he hasn't even called once!"

I raised a brow. "That's because you've blocked him?"

"That doesn't count," she mumbled, turning her face to look out of the window. I chuckled under my breath, focusing on the road in front as I continued to drive.