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4 years later
Faiza's eyebrows drew closer looking at her reflection in the mirror. She lifted her shirt while caressing her baby bump lightly. It was her second pregnancy and the glow can be easily seen.
Her cheeks flushed when she felt his gaze on her. Faiza bit her lips slowly and lifted her gaze.
"Are you seducing me, wifey?" Arsh asked with a smirk.
A coat of crimson color fell on her cheeks when she noticed him leaning on the doorframe of the room with a smirk playing on his lips.
"Aap aagaye," Faiza said hesitantly as he placed his hands on her waist.
(You came)
"Jee Begum," Arsh chuckled. Faiza hid her face in his chest as she was blushing furiously.
(Yes, wifey)
Faiza helped him in removing his tie as his hands were caressing her baby bump.
"My cute potato," Arsh pulled her cheeks and placed a kiss on her fuller red cheeks.
Faiza huffed and sat on the bed crossing her arms.
"Ham nahi kar rahe aapse baat. Aap hamesha hamara mazaak udaate hai," Faiza pouted.
(I am not talking to you. You always make fun of me)
Arsh smiled and bend down at her level. He took her hand delicately and run his thumb on the back of her palm. His intent gaze was sending chills all over her body.
"I won't call you a cute potato from onwards. I will call you my sexy potato," Arsh said and burst into laughter.
"Arsh," Faiza whined making him chuckle more.
A smile broke on her lips seeing him smiling like that. The feeling was euphoric. Arsh is the best husband anyone could ask for. He cares for every little thing. He takes care of her mood swings to her health. He is the epitome of how a husband should be.
Arsh was caught off guard when Faiza embrace him tightly. She clung to him while clutching his shirt.
Arsh wrapped his arms around her while burying his face in the crook of her neck.
"I love you, arsh. Aap bohot acche hai. Can you stop making me fall for you every single time?" Faiza wiped her unshed tears and said as she pulled away.
(You are an amazing person)
"I love you so much, aiza. Jaan ho tum meri. Meri har khwaish ho. Meri har zidd ho. Meri mohabbat ho tum. I swear on my life that I have never loved anyone the way I love you. You are very special to me," With that Arsh placed a soft kiss on the corner of her lips making her breathless.
(You are my life. My wish. My every stubbornness. You are the love of my life)
They were like this in each other arms for a minute when Arsh pulled away all of a sudden.
"I forgot to take measurements," Arsh said as he opened the drawer.
"Arsh- iski koi zaroorat nahi hai. Aap bewajah apna waqt zaaya kar rahe hai. Waise bhi hame doctors ke paas se pata chal jaata hai," Faiza sighed and he glared in return.
(It's not needed. You are just wasting your time. We always came to know by the doctor)
It was his habit. Since he came to know about her pregnancy, he is very protective of her. He used to measure her baby bump every week and note it down.
And Arsh measures it again. He jotted down the numbers and closed the notepad.
"Khud ka tou khayal nahi rakhti ho tum. Mujhe rakhne diya karo," Arsh glared.
(You don't care for yourself. Let me take care of you)
"Mamma," A voice interrupted their conversation. A smile broke on their face when they saw their three-year-old son coming towards them with a big smile on their face.
(Mom)
"Hame neeni nahi aa lahi hai. Hame kahani shunaa de," Areez pouted and buried his face in his mother's chest.
(I am not sleepy. Recite me the stories)
"Aapki mamma bohot thak gayi hai. Ham aapko acchi si kahani sunaa dete hai," Arsh smiled and ruffled his son's hair.
(Your mother is tired. I will recite you the story)
"Mamma ki Jaan," Faiza engulfed him in a bear hug and peppered kisses all over his face.
(Mom's life)
Arsh smiled at his beautiful family.
"Arsh ham aapki white shirt pahenne jaa rahe hai. Bohot comfortable hai," Faiza informed as she opened the wardrobe.
(I am going to wear your white shirt. It's very comfortable)
"Nahi, yaar. Kuch aur pahen lo. It's my favorite shirt," Arsh whined making her frown.
(You can wear anything else)
It was her 6 months of being pregnant and her hormones were all messed up. She gets so emotional and angry at small things. It's all the blessings of pregnancy.
Arsh didn't know what was waiting for him in the room.
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"Aiza," Arsh called out as her name as he opens the top button of his white shirt.
"Areesh apna room mai hai. Usse neend aa rahi tou maine sulaa diya," Arsh said in a loud voice while opening the cufflinks.
(He is in his room. He was sleepy so I put him in the bed)
A fruity raspberry scent filled in his nostrils as he heard her footsteps coming towards him. His whole body froze when he noticed her in the red silk gown. His throat bobbed and the cold sweat formed in his neck.
"Aiza," Arsh breathed as his eyes were stuck at her curves and bossoms.
Faiza seductively transferred her hair to her shoulder as water droplets were traveling down her cleavage. Her cherry red lips pursued into the pouts as she fixed her silk robe.
"Aaj kitni garmi haina," Faiza fanned her hand on her face as she slides into the comforter.
(It's so hot in here)
"Definitely," Arsh gulped as he climbs on the bed. All her confidence died down her throat when placed his lips on her. His lips were kissing her hungrily while exploring every nook and corner of the lips.
A moan escaped her lips when he sucks on the soft spot behind her. She shivered when he kisses her earlobes all while hands were removing her silk robe sensuously.
"What you were trying to do, wifey?" Arsh asked with a smirk while she lowered her gaze as she feeling shy.
"Seducing me is not a good thing. You should know that you can't win against me," Arsh smirked and buried his face on her chest leaving marks.
Faiza tightly clung to the white silk bedsheet as they both were busy making love in the passionate night.
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Faiza dropped a kiss on Areesh forehead and smiled at him.
"Aap apna dhyaan rakhiyega. Aur salaamti ki dua padh kar jaaye," Faiza explained to her son.
(You take care of yourself and don't forget to recite the prayers of safety)
"Koi Jung par nahi jaa raha hai. Nursery picnic mai jaa raha hai, Jaan," Arsh chuckled and Faiza glared at him.
(He is not going on a war. He is going on a nursery picnic)
After making sure that Areesh went to his nursery, Faiza was checking some letters. Her gaze fell on the golden envelope which was very classy.
"Arsh ye kya hai? Aapke liye koi envelope aaya hai," Faiza gave it to him and look at him with curious eyes.
(What is this? Some envelope has come for you)
"Tonight is some award show. They have invited me," Arsh sighed and put aside the envelope.
"So you are going for the award function?" Faiza asked in excitement to which he gave her a bored look.
"Awards shows are bullshit," Arsh said as his gaze was fixed on his tablet.
"Aap aise kaise bol sakte hai. Awards show how much successful you are," Faiza explained mirroring some actions in the air.
"I don't need awards to prove how successful I am. I have got the most precious award in form of my wife and children. I don't need anything else," Arsh stroked her cheeks as he placed his lips on her forehead.
"But Awards shows are important. It can inspire other people to do the best. And this youth needed it the most. Don't you think that everyone needed that strength in their work?" Faiza bit her lips and look at him with curious eyes.
Arsh let out a frustrated sigh and raked his fingers through his hair.
"Fine. But you will also come," He informed to which her mouth gaped open.
"Why?" Faiza pouted.
"I want the world to know who is my inspiration," Arsh shrugged his shoulders making the tinge of red appeared on her cheeks.
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Arsh clears his throat and fixed his collar before taking a deep breath. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on him but there was not an ounce of nervousness on his face. He was confident in his achievements.
Arsh holds the award and lets out a light chuckle.
"Success is never defined by awards, it's all about inner happiness. This award does hold value in my heart but there are also a lot more people who are much more important. I never knew that my life is going to take such a big turn a few years ago. I was just a normal guy madly in love with my best friend. Because she makes me feel special. She is my real inspiration and I can proudly say that she is my wife. I have never been so much happy ever. I have a beautiful family. A family which is my peace. I have a beautiful wife. I have the best son. InshaAllah we are going to be parents again. There is nothing more I could ask for.
This award is dedicated to my wife. My life. Thank you for bearing with me and giving me such a beautiful family. You gave me a reason to be happy. I love you a lot," Arsh said making tears flowed down her cheeks.
She was shocked at his confessions. Faiza was sitting at the table wearing a champagne color gown. Her cheeks were looking fuller red known as the pregnancy glow. She was looking the most beautiful among them.
Her trance was broken when she heard the sound of clapping. Her mind was numb and she didn't know how to react to this euphoric feeling.
A hand went around her waist as he engulfed her in a hug. Faiza tightly clung to him as she was feeling relaxed all of a sudden.
"I love you too," Faiza replied in a low voice to which he caressed her hair.
It's a connection between them that no one can explain.
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