Keep those ship names coming as I am still deciding :) :)

~~~PREET's POV~~~

The whole night I couldn't sleep properly- thinking that it might just be a dream- and when I woke up to find an empty bed, my heart sank in my stomach.

Now, I stood by the kitchen door, watching Hussain as he chopped some vegetables. What is he making? I don't know. All I care about is that he is here with me and it's not a dream.

I tiptoed over to Him and rested my head on his shoulder. "Good morning," I mumbled lazily and wrapped my arms around his bare torso. Hussain stepped away and turned around. He kissed me on my forehead and and smiled, "good morning, sweet heart!"

I blinked at his words, unable to take my eyes off his smiling face. Why can't he just stay like this forever? Pata nahi kabhi kabhi Hussain ko Kya ho jata hai? Huh.

"Checking me out, huh?" his voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I rolled my eyes. "Tum main check out karne Wala hai hi Kya?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

My plan was to tease and leave him hanging there but, his face was too adorable for me to look away. Hussain's intense gaze traveled to my lips and then at my face again, making my cheeks heat up. "Aise na dekho mujhe," I laughed nervously and he smirked.

Hussain took a step towards me and I moved back two. It happened again and again until my back was touching the wall.

"Kaise?" He asked, leaning in and I kept a hand on his chest. "Aise."

"Aise kaise?" His warm breath fanned my cheek as I looked away, blushing. Too much hotness to handle! Aaj itna romance kahaan se jaga?

Before I could even open my mouth to answer, his hands came on either side of me, trapping me between him and the wall. "Bolo na?" He whispered in my ear again and I found myself blushing even harder.

"Hussain," I called his name, trying my best to not let my heart explode. "Hmm," he murmured as his lips brushed against my jawline without really touching my skin. Ishh, he is making it hard for me to breath.

"Bolo?" He questioned again, touching the corners of my lips and when I failed to answer, he smiled against my skin.

"Hussain don't," I whispered, closing my eyes but, couldn't resist his soft lips when they crashed on mine. He cupped my cheeks as he deepened the kiss. I traced me hands upwards his bare chest and finally tangled my fingers in his silky soft hair, returning the kiss with much passion.

Hussain and I pulled away to breath and I buried my face in his chest while he kissed the top of my head.

"Oh Jesus!" I heard a scream and instantly pulled away. "Kathy?" I breathed as she turned around, "why here on a Sunday?"

"I.. I.. Left my phone here, darling," she stuttered, trying her best to ignore any sort of eye contact and I saw Hussain pressing his lips together. While he wanted to laugh, I wanted to run and hide somewhere.

Kathy is my maid but, more than just a maid. She is an elderly friend to me who only works here because she doesn't like staying alone at home. We share little things about life, talk out hearts out to each other and she always shows up when I really need her. I address her with much respect and her seeing us like this was just- ugh, I don't know. Awkward is one word for this; embarrassing is another. But, none of them fit perfectly for my situation.

Kathy quietly walked past us and pulled her phone out of one of the drawers. Before she could turn around, Hussain wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. Kathy glanced at us and quickly looked away before running out of the kitchen.

"Hussain, Kya kar rahe the?" I frowned at him and he chuckled. "Apni biwi se pyaar."

"You know that she finds it uncomfortable, right?" I pushed him away but, he pulled me closer again. "Toh? Maine thori kaha tha bina bataye aane ko. Ek toh she ruined our moment aur upar se tum mujh pe gussa ho rahi ho."

"It's not funny, Hussain," I sighed, thinking about how I am going to face Kathy but, all the awkwardness vanished as Hussain kissed my cheek.

I thought that it was the right time to tel him about the baby so, I smiled at him as I gave him a tight hug. "I... I.. Have to t-tell-" I was stuttering so much as I was not sure how he would react.

However, before I could finish, his phone beeped and he pulled away. He glanced at the screen and then asked me to go and fresh n up for our breakfast date. I obeyed and left him in the kitchen.

Agar Yeh dream hai toh I wish ki main hamesha aisa hi soti rahu....

~~~AISHA's POV~~~

I met Malvika for lunch and with her was her little boy, Manik. He sat on my lap throughout the day and I even got a chance to feed him. Manik loves it when we are together as Malvika always drops him at my place when there is no one to look after him.

After Raj was arrested, Malvika chose to move back to India with her sister. She gave birth to a beautiful boy and started her own magazine. Atif and Hussain financed the business until it was well established and now it's one of the top magazines. Too talented, this girl is.

I work with Malvika too and she is my boss in a way. While staying at home- alone, it's nice to have something to do like writing a column for ladies who don't have access to internet but would love to learn a tip or two once every fortnight.

"Manik say bye!" Malvika told Manik, who was too busy breaking another toy car. "Bah bah!" He said and blinked at me while I forced a smile. I want to be able to hold a child like that, teach them little things, play with them, spoil them- call them my own.

I gave Manik a kiss on his cheeks and turned away to hide my glistening eyes. "Aisha, please don't," Malvika whispered as she threw her arm around me, "everything will be fine."

"You believe in Allah, right?" She asked me and I nodded, "then have faith. He will bless you with a child when the time is right."

"And what if he doesn't?" I asked and Malvika's eyes softened . "Adoption is an option."

"No. No, it's not!" I told her and walked away without looking back. I drove home in silence and jumped on my bed the moment I reached.

Sab kehte hein ki sab theek ho gaye ga. Par kab hoga? Aur Aaj toh- adopt karne main aur apne bache main bohot fark hota hai. I want my own children- Atif and mine. Par Pata nahi Yeh hamaari kismat mai hai bhi ya nahi?

"Guess who is home!" Atif's voice startled me but, I kept my eyes closed as I was not in a mood of talking.

The bed dipped on my right, indicating that Atif is now sitting on the bed. "At least, change the pillow. Woh geela ho gaya hai," this time his voice was much closer to my face and I mentally face palmed myself. Why was I facing his side of the bed?

Well, because you didn't know that he would come home out of no where, you dummy.

Sigh.

When I didn't budge, I heard him sigh. Moments later, his warm hand touched my cheek. "Jaan, Kya hua?" He asked as he kissed my forehead and I could hold it anymore. I moved forward and threw myself on his white shirt, sobbing against the crisp fabric.

"Shh, what happened?" He asked, running his fingers through my hair, "Aaj toh tum... Yaar! Kitni baar kaha hai tumhein ki na mila karo usse."

"It's not about Manik, Atif," I sobbed, "it's about me being so unfortunate!"

"It's not about you, Aisha- it's about us," he said as he forced me to sit. Atif cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead again while wiping my tears. "No one has ever forced you and no one will- ever! Having a baby isn't everything, Aisha. We can still be as happy without kids."

I shook my head at his words, "you don't know what it feels like, Atif. That one miscarriage ruined everything!"

"For God's sake, No!" He yelled out of nowhere, causing me to flinch back. He closed his eyes and pulled me into him. "Please don't say that. You know It pains me to see you like this na?"

I nodded but, that was not really helping much. He doesn't know what it actually feels like to be me.

"Chalo. Go get ready," Atif said, getting off the bed. "But why?"

"I have to take you somewhere," was all he said before shoving me into the washroom. "Atif I am not in a mood," I complained but instead of letting me go, he opened the door and threw an emerald green gown at me.

"And that's your outfit for the night!" He said before locking the door from the outside. Feeling defeated, I stripped away my clothes and stood under the cold shower with his and Malvika's words swirling inside my head. Adoption and not caring about the whole situation is a damn big deal!

I shrugged away all my thoughts and when I was done pouring out all the liquid in my body through my eyes, I changed into the new gown. The door was already unlocked so I quietly stepped out, only to see Atif working on his laptop.

"Hum Jaa kahaan rahe hein?" I asked him as I headed for the dressing table.

"Surprise hai," he mumbled, still staring at his laptop's screen. While I dried my wet hair, he slammed his laptop shut and came behind me.

"You know I will always love you like this, right?" He asked and I blinked at him, passing him a weak smile. He sighed and turned me around, "Aisha, please have faith. Kisi ko Aaj tak kuch bhi waqt se pehle nahi mila hai and you are the one who says that all the time."

"This is already painful for both of us aur tumhaara uss ek baat ko le kar rona- it just breaks my heart," he blinked at me with teary eyes and I hugged him.

"I am sorry for doing this to you all the time, Atif!" I told him and he chuckled. "Don't be sorry, pagli. I know what you are going through."

We stayed there for a few moments before Atif's another chuckle interrupted our hug, "waise saari raat aise hi khade rehne ka iraada hai?"

"Hmm," I nodded against his firm chest and he gasped. "Nahi. Bilkul nahi. Mera plan kharab na karo aur chalo Chup chap!" He pulled away and frowned at me.

I laughed at his cuteness as he pulled me along with him for yet another romantic date.

How much I love this man.....

~~~SHEHRY's POV~~~

2pm and I am still not there! Aaj toh bohot maar padne wali hai!

"Sorry main thora-" I began but, looked at my watch, "one and a half hour late ho gaya." Pata nahi har bar aisa kaise ho jata hai?

"Tumhare liye Yeh thora hai?" She narrowed her eyes at me from behind a fashion magazine.

"Traffic yaar," I scratched the back of my head and she huffed, putting her magazine down. "Mumbai specially 2 days ke liye ruki so I can catch up with you and you- rehne do."

"Offo! Ok fine. Busy tha yaar. Bhool gaya," I tried defending myself and she rolled her eyes at me. "Jo log hamaare liye important hote hein- hum unke around apna schedule plan karte hein and not the other way around, Mr Shehryaar Asif!"

Nakhre toh dekho iske. Uff.

"Samjhdaar ko ishara kafi hota hai, Soha," I remarked, teasing her and she practically murdered me through her eyes. Thanks to the waiter who saved my ass at the last moment.

Soha and I met during a shoot 2 years ago and became good friends since. She was assisting the costume director and I was the assistant director. First we used to meet for work purposes only and now every thing has become so informal between us that sometimes it feels like we know each other since a life time. She is an ace fashion designer and the female lead in my next movie will be displaying some of her best works

"I think we will both settle for lasagna?" Soha asked and simply nodded my head. Itne ache se toh mujhe bhi mera taste nahi Pata.

The day was filled with lots of baatien and hasee mazak. Though she had her own car, I still decided to drop her back to her hotel so, we could get some more time to chat and then went back to my empty-as-ever-home. I followed my daily routine of changing into casuals and fixing myself with a light snack before settling down to work on my upcoming project. All of a sudden my iPad's screen chimed to life and I threw everything aside.

"Maha Moti!" I yelled at the screen as I accepted the FaceTime request. "Bhaiiii! Stop calling me that! Ab main bari ho gayi hoon!" She winced and that made me chuckle like every time.

"This is why I don't like talking to you," she complained and I acted like her comment made me sad. "Dil tor diya aa tune mera!"

"Woh toh Kab se toota hua hai!" She laughed. Toota ho toh hua hai.

"Bhai, I didn't mean it that way," she sighed when I didn't reply to her previous comment. "Tu rehn de. Hun kaam dus?"

"Where is Sain?" She asked and I narrowed my eyes at her. "I knew it. Mujhe kaun yaad karta hai?"

"Mama ko baat karni thi but, Bhabhi said that he is with you," she told me and that caused me to frown.

Mere saath? Nahi toh. Did they fight again? Dammit!

"Uh- he just left, Maha," I lied to her, "aur apni Mama se bol kabhi mujhse bhi baat kar liya Karien. Ek shehzaada aur bhi hai unka."

And that's when my angel appeared in front of the screen. My life, my everything- Mama. We spent about an hour chatting about random things and her health until She decided that it was time for me to sleep. After the call was disconnected, I called Hussain but, he didn't answer. I tried Atif's number but then disconnected it as I didn't want to disturb him and Aisha bhabhi at this hour. Even Adeel had no clue where Hussain was and I didn't want to call Preet at any cost.

The last one left was Waqas.....

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BEFORE YOU GO!!

Unfortunately, The sort of family I come from, I don't think people are that supportive :(
So, I would like to ask you, what are your views on not having kids and adoption?

AND!! Soha ki entry!! :)

Kabab main haddi, Kathy ;) :P

LOVE ALWAYS!!