And we have created you in pairs (78:8)
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2 years later
"Hayder," Mishal chuckled slowly as her cheeks were glowing with happiness. Her cheeks flushed when Hayder wrapped his arms around her petite waist.
"Tumhari tabiyat tou theek haina. Doctor ke paas chale?" Hayder asked with concern as he runs his fingers on her bump.
(Are you alright? Should we go to the doctor?)
Mishal was on her last month of pregnancy and everyone was beyond ecstatic when they hear about the good news. Her ammi was delighted and start sewing sweaters for her precious grandchild. Everyone spoiled her with everything.
Her brothers got married a year ago and her bhabhi's were extremely friendly and cheerful. The duo bonded very well.
"Hayder- ham bilkul theek hai. Aaj ham bohot behtar feel kar rahe hai. Kal tou bohot buri haalat hui thi. Puri raat sar dukh raha tha hamara," Mishal pouted and Hayder dropped a kiss on her forehead.
(I am alright. I am feeling much better now. I wasn't well yesterday. I had a severe headache)
"Sadia bhabhi ne hame dawai di thi kal raat ko. Usse bohot aaram hua," Mishal added and he let out a relieved sigh.
(Sadia bhabhi gave me medicine and it helps me a lot)
"It's an important meeting today and I need to be there. Please call me if you need anything. You and our child is my priority," Hayder cupped her cheeks and told her with concern filled in his eyes.
Blood rushed to her cheeks at his tone filled with the warmth of love and concern.
"Jee," Mishal tucked her hair behind her ear as she bit her lips.
(Yes)
"I am in love with these tomatoes," Hayder chuckled at her flush cheeks.
Mishal eyes widened and her face heats up in embarrassment. She fixes her dupatta and averted her gaze.
"Aap bohot besharam jaisi baatein karne lage hai," Mishal hesitantly said as her gaze was fixed on the floor.
(You talk so shamelessly nowadays)
Hayder let out a groan as he recalled his words in his mind.
"Sudhar jao, Mishal. Tum maa banne wali hoon. Sirf dua hai ke mere baccha tumhare jaisa na ho," Hayder said in a displeased tone, and her mouth gaped open.
(Behave. You are going to be a mother. I wish our child didn't turn out like you)
"Haww. Aapko kya takleef hai? Aap dekh lena hamara baccha bilkul ham par jaayega. InshaAllah," Mishal proudly said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
(Haww. What's your problem? My child will be like me, Inshallah)
"Bilkul bhi nahi. Mujhe seedhe saadhe aur shareef bacche chahiye. Tum hi sukoon barbaad karne ke liye kaafi ho," Hayder passed her with a sarcastic smile.
(Not all all. I want decent kids. You are enough to destroy my peace)
" Aapne shaadi hi kyu ki hai hamse? Jaake koi mature ladki se shaadi kar lete," Mishal cheeks puffed as jealousy was filled in her tone.
(Why you even married me? You should have married a mature girl)
"Sach batau. Baad mai mana mat kar dena," Hayder asked in an amused tone at his jealous wife.
(Tell me truthfully. Don't deny it later)
His heart skips a beat when Mishal wrapped his fingers around his collar.
"Aap kisi aur ke baare mai sochne ki himmat bhi mat kariyega," Mishal said and place her soft lips against his rough ones.
(Don't you even dare think about any other girl)
Hayder gently cupped her cheeks and pour down all the desire in the kiss.
"I won't," Hayder firmly said as they pulled apart.
Mishal was the blushing mess when Hayder softly kissed her forehead.
"I will be back in a couple of hours, biwi," Hayder passed her a gentle smile while Mishal was fixing his tie.
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"Ammi- aap aaram kar lijiye. Aap kitne dino se yeh sab banaa rahi hai," Mishal said in a tired tone as she sat on the couch.
(Have some rest. You are making it for the past few days)
Her mother was preparing all the baby clothes and accessories. She was sewing the comforter for the baby.
"Tumhe isse matlab. Ham apni marzi se kar rahe hai. Hamare bhi kuch armaan hai," Her mother shoots her a glare and she raised her hand in surrender.
(Why does it matter to you? I am doing it by myself. I also have some wishes for my grandchild)
A smile broke on her face seeing her sadia bhabhi.
"Aap abhi aai hai?" Mishal asked and she nodded her head.
(You just came?)
"Night shift thi na. Tum apni batao? Tabiyat abhi theek haina? Medicine li haina tumne? Halka sa bhi pain ho tou hame batana," Sadia said with the concern laced in her tone.
(It was the night shift. Tell me about you. Are you alright? Have you taken the medicine? Tell me even if there is a little pain)
Sadia was the gynecologist and her youngest bhabhi. She was the wife of Amaan Mir. They met each other during their internship and instantly fell for each other.
As Sadia was the doctor, it was a great help to Mishal. She supervised her medicines, proper diets, and exercise.
"Bhabhi, ham bilkul theek hai. Balke aaj ham bohot behtar feel kar rahe hai," Mishal smiled.
(I am in my best health. Even I am feeling much better today)
Their conversations were disturbed by someone coughing. Mishal looked up at and saw her brother, Amaan. He ruffled her hair and she passed him the grin.
"Sadia- woh blue wali file kahi nahi dikh rahi hai. Zara dhoond kar dena," Amaan awkwardly said looking at her wife.
(I am unable to find the blue file. Could you find it for me?)
Blood rushed to Sadia's cheeks and she instantly nodded her head. She tucked her hair behind her ears as she understood the double meaning behind his words.
"Jee," Sadia smiled and moved towards her room.
(Yes)
"Main aata hoon," Amaan passed the awkward smile and left from there.
(I am coming with you)
"Ammi- hame lagta hai aap jaldi hi dadi banne wali hai," Mishal chirped observing the silent romance between the couple and her mother shoots her a glare.
( I feel you are going to be a grandmother soon)
"Chup raho tum. Jo munh mai aata hai bol deti ho," Her mother shoots her a glare, and her lips pursued the pout.
(Shut up. You talk without thinking twice)
"Tumhari tayammi ne tumhare liye dry fruits laddoo banaya hai. Kitchen mai rakha hai. Jaa kar taste kar lo," Her mother added and a smile broke on her face.
(Your mother-in-law has made dry fruits laddoo for you. It's in the kitchen. Go and taste it)
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Mishal slowly walked towards the kitchen and her eyes widen. She saw her eldest bhabhi, Konain, and Faizan. The couple was having their moment.
Mishal deliberately knocked on the door and the couple pulled away apart embarrassed.
"Sorry to disturb you both," Mishal stifled a smile as she took out the box of laddoo from the cabinet.
"Aisa kuch nahi hai," Konain tucked her hair behind her ear.
(It's not like that)
"Aisa hi hai. Har jagah tapak padti ho tum," Faizan interrupted.
(It's like that. You always come at the wrong time)
"Zaan," Konain said in an embarrassed tone.
"Kasam se. Aap log room mai jaaye na phir. Kitchen mai kon romance karta hai," Mishal argued.
(Yes. You both can go to your room. Who romances in the kitchen?)
Faizan glared at her cousin and Mishal let out a defeated sigh.
She opened the fridge to take out the box of ice cream but she didn't found it.
"Bhabhi, hamne kal yahi par ice cream rakhi thi. Abhi nahi dikh rahi hai?" Mishal asked with a pout and Konain looked at her husband with accused eyes.
(I have put ice cream. I am unable to find it)
"You only told me yesterday that you hate the vanilla flavor of ice cream and you won't ever taste it," Faizan defend himself.
"But now I want to taste it," Mishal argued as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Zaan- aapko zara bhi apni health ka khayaal nahi hai. Kal hamne aapke liye special soup banaya tha. Par aapko tou hamari baat maan hi nahi hai. Ham aapse baat nahi karenge," Konain glared at her husband and moved away from there.
(You don't care for your health. I made soup for you with so much love. But you never listen to me. I won't talk to you)
"Nain," Faizan moved towards his wife, not before glaring at her beloved sister.
Mishal let out a grumbled sigh as she took out a laddoo from the tupperware.
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"Sana bhabhi- aaj tou bhai aur bhabhi ko hamne saath mai kitchen mai dekha tha. Aap unse kah de ki room mai jaa kar apna romance kare. At least, kitchen chhod de," Mishal scrunched up her nose.
(I saw them together in the kitchen. Please tell them to do their romance in their room)
"Ham tou kahte hai, zaroorat ki kya hai yeh sab ki," Sana, her third-ranked bhabhi said when a certain someone enters the room.
(What's even the need for that?)
Ayaan who just entered the room was shocked to the core hearing his unromantic wife's words.
Mishal took the pregnancy book from the side table and start reading it.
"Sana-room mai aana. Kuch kaam hai," Ayaan hesitantly said rubbing the side of the neck.
(Come in the room. I have some work with you)
"Ayaan- hamara mood nahi hai," Sana sighed, and his eyes widen.
(I am not in the mood)
A chuckle escapes Mishal lips and she hides her face between her books.
Ayaan glared at his wife and moved away making up his mind to teach her the lesson.
Mehek, her second bhabhi entered the room with the tray of food.
"Maine tumhare liye pancake banaya hai. Bohot craving ho rahi thi na," Mishal smiled at her adorable bhabhi.
(I made pancake for you. You were craving it, right?)
Mehek phone made a sound and she looked at her phone. She bit her lips to control the blush which was forming on her cheeks. She will be going on a date with her husband tonight.
Mehak was the wife of Kamran. Mishal eldest brother.
Faizan was the brother of Hayder and he was married to Konain.
Amaan and Ayaan were twins. And they got married beautiful women, Sadia and Sana.
"Koi zaroorat nahi. Junk food iss haalat mai nahi khaya jaata. Hamne tumhare like soup banaya hai," Konain interrupted as she entered the room.
(It's of no need. Junk food is not good during pregnancy. I made soup for you)
Mishal lips pursued into the pout at her eldest bhabhi words.
"Bhabhi, kabhi kabhi chalta hai. Mishi ko bohot craving ho rahi thi," Mishal smiled at the sweet gesture of her bhabhi.
(It's okay sometimes. She was craving for it)
"Mehek- mishi ki tabiyat kharaab ho jaayegi. Waise bhi mishi ko junk food suit nahi karta," Konain softly said as she was concerned about her eklauti nand.
(She will not feel well after eating junk food. It doesn't suit her)
"I am never getting pregnant," Sana whispered in her ear and she burst into laughter.
After few minutes, Sadia came into her room for her regular check-up.
"Craving is very normal during pregnancy. It's happening in most cases. It's difficult to control the cravings. So I will advise you to go for both. Eat some healthy food and then you can have your favorite food. Make sure it's not very oily or spicy," Sadia explained and her gaze fell on the empty plate of pancake.
"Itni jaldi khaa bhi liya," Sadia chuckled and Mishal passed the cheeky smile.
(You finished it so fast)
"You can ask me anything if you are not feeling well or you are having the doubt," Sadia assured.
Mishal thought for the moment and look at her with curious eyes.
"Is it okay to be horny during pregnancy?" Mishal asked innocently.
All of her bhabhi's eyes widen as they were a shock to the core.
Their sweet innocent nand.
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In the evening, Hayder and Mishal were walking on the lawn. His hands were wrapped around her waist while she was clutching his shirt.
"Hamne baby ke liye naam socha hai. What about zayn?" Mishal asked softly and he let out a scoff.
(I have thought about the baby name)
"I am not gonna name our child after your crush," Hayder said in a displeased tone.
"Aap maane ya na maane, banda hot hai. Agar gigi ne nahi liya hota, tou hamne rakh lena tha," Mishal decided to tease him a bit.
(Agree or not but he is hot. If Gigi Hadid wouldn't be with him, then I would take him)
His jaw tightened as he sucked in a sharp breath.
"Just wait, Mishal. You need to learn some freaking lesson," Hayder glared at her.
"Sure daddy," Mishal chuckled and a scowl was plastered on his face. He cringed at her words.
"I mean, baby daddy," Mishal reframed her sentence as she was embarrassed all of a sudden.
"Eww. Mishal. For God sake, you need to stop reading such books," Hayder said with a disgusted expression
"That's aashiqana kitaab," Mishal corrected him and he shoots her a glare.
(That's romantic books)
A sharp pain erupted in her lower abdomen and Mishal cried out in pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks and Hayder was in a panic state.
"I think my water broke," Mishal shouted as the liquid flow down her legs.
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After 12 painful hours of labor, Mishal gave birth to a little ray of sunshine. After all the pain she endures, it was worth it. She gave birth to the most beautiful little girl.
Ayla Hayder Mir
She was so beautiful with her big doe brown eyes, a charming smile, and rose color cheeks. Her complexion was milky white while her small lips were naturally red. She has an angelic face with a small mole on her upper lips.
Everyone was delighted to see the beautiful Ayla and they blessed her with a lot of prayers. Mishal mother was the happiest as she can see the Mishal reflection in her granddaughter.
Everyone left the room to give the couple privacy. He sat on the edge of the bed and lightly kissed her knuckles.
"Biwi, I am lucky to have you in my life," Hayder softly said and tears welled up inside her eyes.
Mishal nodded her head slowly.
Hayder gaze fell on his little angel sleeping in the crib. He moved towards the crib and his heart skips beat at the sight of his daughter.
Hayder slowly caressed her cheeks and took her in his arms. He sat on the bed with Ayla in his arms.
"Ayla," Hayder softly said as he kissed her forehead. There were tears in his eyes and his throat bobbed.
"She is just like you," Hayder smiled at his wife.
"You don't want her to be like me?" Mishal asked as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Of course, I want my daughter to be like her mother. You are so pure and real. And the best version of yourself. I want you to know that I will protect you both with my life," Hayder sincerely said as Mishal put her head on his shoulder.
"I love you, Hayder" Mishal softly said and he kissed her forehead.
"The feeling is mutual, Mrs. Hayder" Hayder smiled as he stroked her cheeks with his cold fingers.
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"Hayder," Mishal kissed his lips and he let out a groan.
"Don't do this, Mishal," Hayder warned her.
Few weeks passed, the couple was busy in their parenthood that they never had time for each other.
Ayla was luckily sleeping. So the couple got some time for each other. And Mishal wants to take full advantage of the situation.
"Why? You don't find me beautiful anymore," Mishal pouted as all her insecurities flourish in her mind.
"It's not that, biwi. We can't do this for at least a month. Didn't you read pregnancy books?" Hayder raised his eyebrows and she let out a defeated sigh.
"I forgot," Mishal pouted.
"Hayder- aap ne hamse shaadi kyu ki thi?" Mishal asked out of the blue and he raised his eyebrows.
(Why did you marry me?)
"Mohabbat karta hoon tumse. Pehle bhi karta hai. Iss liye maine tumse nikah kiya," Hayder shrugged his shoulders and her cheeks flushed at her words.
(Because I am madly in love with you. I always loved you. That's why I married you)
"Meri besharam biwi sharmaati bhi hai?" Hayder chuckled at her blushing state.
(My shameless wifey also feel shy)
"Hayder," Mishal groaned.
"You don't how much you drive me crazy every single time," Hayder whispered in her ear causing shivers to ran down her spine.
"You don't know how much I fall in love with you every single time," Mishal replied as her fingers were wrapped around his collar.
Their purest bond was phenomenal which was filled with an extra dose of love and desire.
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