37: pregnant

Happy Eid (virtual hugsss)

The words Aaliyana uttered left me utterly stunned. At that moment, I could sense the direction our conversation was heading.

"WHAT THE F@#K YE KAB HOWA," I screamed looking at Aaliyana.

(What the f@#k, when did it happen?)

"Zaviyaar language," Mom scolded.

No, please don't tell me that my Mom assumed her illness was something else. This will take a while to explain. My Mom thinks she's going to be a grandmother, but the thing is, we haven't planned for her grandchildren yet. Oh my goodness, how did I get stuck in this situation? It wasn't possible. How could it be? Like we haven't done anything.

Yet.

Why is Aaliyana silent? What's happening?

"Zaviyaar tum kal Aaliyana ko doctor ke pass le jao wo confirm karde gi," Mom patted Aaliyana's head and tried to smile, but couldn't.

(Zaviyaar do take Aaliyana to the gynecologist, she'll confirm the pregnancy.)

The door closed behind Mom as she left the room, leaving an eerie sense of oddness for both Aaliyana and me. I couldn't help but wonder why I always seemed to end up in these kinds of situations. Ugh.

Zaviyaar advised me to remain in the room and get some rest when I informed him that I was not feeling well. Despite my insistence on returning to the party, he firmly suggested that I take some rest. Reluctantly, I agreed, realizing that I didn't have any other choice. After a while, Mom came to the room and asked about my health. I said I was fine but then I felt like throwing up, again. I ran into the washroom and the next moment I was throwing up. This has been happening since the morning. I guess it is because of the pasta I had last night. I should have listened to Zaviyaar and not eaten it, but it's too late to even think about it now.

When I came back from the washroom Mom was still there. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she gazed at me.

"Aaliyana, did you get your period?" she asked me

I got my period last month, but this month it hasn't arrived yet. It's not a big issue for me because my periods are irregular, but now my mom is asking me about it. Wait, does she think I'm pregnant? I'm feeling a bit embarrassed about this situation. Should I lie or tell the truth? Ugh, Zaviyaar come and just take me out of this fuss ughh.

I simply shook my head. I could already feel the weight of future regret settling in. How could I have been so careless as to strike my own feet with an ax? Aaliyana, why did you do it? Why? She hugged me and kissed my forehand.

"Congratulations Aaliyana you are going to be a mom," she said,  having a huge grin on her face, yeah, I regret it.

I struggled to find the right words to tell the truth to her, my heart ached at the thought of her being sad. Just as I was about to speak, Zaviyaar entered the room, and I hoped that he would be able to help salvage the situation. His reaction was more shocking. Obviously, it has to be because we haven't done anything. I was too embarrassed to face him. I wanted the earth to swallow me. I don't want to face her, especially Zaviyaar.

Upon Mom's instruction, he was tasked with taking me to the doctor to confirm the pregnancy. Despite being certain of the situation, the need for confirmation arose. As Mom joyfully stepped outside, her happiness was evident and unforgettable. Zaviyaar was on the verge of speaking when I was overcome with nausea once more. I rushed to the washroom and had another bout of vomiting. This time, he kindly stayed with me, holding my hair back and soothingly rubbing my back.

IN THE WORLD OF BOYS HE'S A GENTLEMAN.

HE SURE IS.

"Aaliyana you go and take a rest," he said.

I was leaving the washroom.

"Zaviyaar," I called him

he hummed

"I'm sorry," I said while looking down, controlling tears.

He came near and gently placed his index finger beneath my chin, guiding my gaze upwards. As our eyes met, tears welled up and began to stream down my cheeks.

The reason for my tears wasn't the news itself. It was the overwhelming realization that his family has been incredibly kind to me since the start, and yet I haven't fully accepted him as my husband despite the way he treats me like royalty. Perhaps, deep down, he longs to become a father, but then I look at myself and wonder what I am doing with my life.

How toxic of me.

"Arrey, stop crying Sweetheart," he wiped my tears.

"Zaviyaar I wasn't expecting mom to say this and I didn't want to destroy her happiness by telling her that I'm not pregnant," I said looking at him.

"It's okay Aaliyana. I will tell her tomorrow that it was just a misunderstanding but if you," he didn't complete his sentence.

"But if what?" I asked looking at him

"But if you want we can do something to make her happy, " he laughed, I playfully hit his chest while laughing

I know he was joking but I felt bad because he's putting a lot of effort into our relationship.

Soon we both slept.

The next morning

AUTHOR's POV:

When Zaviyaar woke up, he found Aaliyana still fast asleep. It was a peaceful Sunday, his designated day off. He headed downstairs and reassured his mom that there was nothing to worry about; she had misunderstood the situation. Seeing her understanding smile, he felt relieved. Returning to Aaliyana, he found her still peacefully sleeping. He decided to join her and drifted off to sleep by her side once again.

Aaliyana's pov:

I woke up as the sun's gentle rays caressed my face. Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself cuddled up with Zaviyaar. However, the memories of last night weighed heavily on my mind, casting a wave of sadness over me. Lost in thought, I was suddenly brought back to the present by the sound of his voice.

"Good morning sweetheart. How are you feeling?" He inquired

"Good morning and I'm good." I smiled at him.

"Zaviyaar," I called him out.

"mhm," he said in his deep sleepy voice I gulped the voice was way too hot to handle.

"What time is it?" I asked

He informed me that it was 1 pm. I was initially panicked, wondering how I could have slept for such a long time. However, he reassured me and calmed me down. He also mentioned that he had spoken to Mom about the previous night, which made me very happy. He does have a gentlemanly demeanor. I was feeling a lot better.

The day seemed to fly by in a blur of moments. Zaviyaar's caring nature stood out as he looked after me. I find myself contemplating the growing attraction I feel towards him. I may have already fallen for him, but I'm hesitant to acknowledge my feelings. I wonder if they're authentic or simply a result of his exceptional kindness.

Zaviyaar and I found ourselves nestled in the cozy embrace of each other, seated on the bed, lost in each other's company. As I discussed the impact of a novel's plot on the entire book, Zaviyaar listened carefully as if he wanted to become an author, his expression was the same as that of a child listening to their teacher. Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Liyana," He said

I  hummed

"Tomorrow I've to attend a business party. I'll be late," he said while pecking my head.

I fell silent and my expression turned grave as a sense of disappointment washed over me."Is that okay?" he asked

I hummed.

The room fell into silence as I felt the strong urge to accompany him, my boredom becoming unbearable in the stillness.

"Aaliyana," he called me and broke the silence.

"Kuch howa hai?" He asked

(Is there something wrong?)

I was in disbelief and shook my head in confusion. How did he manage to find out about it?

"Batao yaar kya hua hai?" he again asked.

(Tell me what's wrong?)

"Kuch nahi howa Zaviyaar," I answered.

(Nothing, Zaviyaar.)

"Toh phir chup kyu ho?"

(Then why are you quiet?)

"Aise hi," I said

(It's nothing.)

"Ais tarah chup na howa karo mujhe acha nhi lagta," he said.

"Uff Allah Zaviyaar," I let out a chuckle.

(O my goodness, Zaviyaar.)

He had a gut feeling that something wasn't right. He couldn't shake the thought: why didn't he invite me to come along? I really wish he would have asked me.

"Your ego won't lessen if you would ask yourself," my inner self said.

Yeah I guess, I should ask myself. What can he even say? No. That's it.

"Zaviyaar, can I ask you something?"

"Sure sweetheart,"

"Can I come with you?" I finally asked.

"But you aren't feeling well," he said

"Zaviyaar please I'll get bored at home and I'm feeling good now," I  said with puppy eyes, knowing he won't deny her.

"Okay, but you need to take care of yourself first," he said

"Okay, I promise," I made a promise.

Last night, I asked Zaviyaar to join him, and he agreed. I was thrilled because I didn't want to stay at home and be bored.No one.

Zaviyaar advised me to dress formally today. I opted for a simple yet elegant dress that I believe will compliment my appearance. Zaviyaar has already left for the office, and he will be picking me up at 6. I have to ensure that I am ready before his arrival.

I'm looking forward to my birthday, but I'm uncertain about whether or not to tell him. I don't want him to feel obligated to do anything for me, but at the same time, I wish he would remember on his own. It's frustrating because I don't want to come across as expecting something from him. Soon Zaviyaar came and messaged me

"Come down, your driver is at your service."

As I glanced at my phone, a message popped up on the screen, causing me to blush deeply.

I went down and sat in the car.

"You look pretty Sweetheart," he said, making me all red.

"You look handsome too, Mister Husband,"  I said

He left out a chuckle.

He was genuinely looking so good. His muscles were poking out of his shirt.

He is hot

He is my Mr. Husband.

Zaviyaar's pov:

Aaliyana looked absolutely stunning, like a character straight out of a Disney movie. She was dressed in a gorgeous one-piece dress that enhanced her beauty. Resisting the temptation to admire her was quite a challenge. I was constantly testing my self-control, and at that moment, I felt like I had the strongest self-control of anyone. She looked mine. And don't even get me started on her soft lips adorned with glossy lip gloss. I wonder how would it taste. How bad I want to taste these soft lips of hers.

Okay, Zaviyaar, you need to control. I could feel my pants tightening, little buddy to you to need to relax. I can't move with a dent in my pants, that would be embarrassing. It's hard to move with blue balls. I know how hard it is for me to control my thoughts about her, but all I know is that she looked mesmerizing. She looked all mine.

My Sweetheart, mine.

As we arrived at the party, Aaliyana stayed by my side the entire time. Since she didn't know anyone there, I made sure to keep her close. I advised her to avoid consuming any drinks or food that might contain alcohol, and she obediently accepted my guidance. As she sat wearily in her high heels, I guided her to the comfortable sofa. Just as I was about to join her, a voice called out to me, interrupting my plan. I urged her to stay put and assured her I would return shortly. I couldn't help but worry if she would heed my advice, as she often tends to follow her impulses.

I returned after 5 minutes, but she was nowhere to be found. My gaze wandered to the corner of the club, where the party was taking place. There she was, engrossed in conversation with someone – a guy. I couldn't help but wonder who he was. Suddenly, she extended her hand to shake his. Anger surged through me. Who was this guy?

Okay, Zaviyaar cool down. You genuinely need to cool down, we don't want drama here, I said to myself.

I went there.

"Hi, Mr. Zaviyaar. This is "Arslan Malik" he introduced himself

I simply nodded and took Aaliyana from there.

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I'll try to update the next chapter as soon as possible, I wasn't able to update as I wasn't feeling well.

plus you can follow me on Instagram bibliobazaar___ you can also follow Zaviyaar and Aaliyana on Instagram, their IDs are mentioned on my Instagram account under the highlight named accounts.

Ignore if you find any mistake as English isn't my first language.

Lots of love,

Zaar <3