In the last update, I asked you guys about your views on Adoption and you guys left me speechless. So many views and I didn't know how to reply to each one of them so, I left hearts and smilies under you comments and DM's.

But, I APPRECIATE EACH ONE OF YOU FOR SHARING YOUR VIEWS and I RESPECT THE WAY YOU GUYS THINK<3

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~~~PREET's POV~~~

Shehry bhi na. Kya zaroorat thi Hussain ko bulane ki? Shooting shuru ho jayegi tab script discuss nahi kar sakta?

Hmph! I sighed while setting up the table. Two big plates and a quarter plate. As cheesy as it may sound, but I just couldn't think of any better way. Bas Aaj Woh time pe aa jaye. Kuch bhi ho jaye- I have to tell Hussain everything tonight! But when? It's already 10:30. He told me that he will be home by 8 and he is still not here.

After checking the table and the candles for the one last time, I turned on the TV. As always, zoOmTv was on as these lame gossips and news really entertain me. It's so easy to believe such things when you are an outsider but when you know these celebs personally, know what the exact situation is and how media is portraying it, it sometimes becomes a good little reason to laugh.

Some success party's live coverage was on and when I read the title; it was for Waqas' movie, hosted by the female lead.... Ek top ki kameeni; Kavya.

Kaise thumak thumak ke chalti hai! I don't understand why Waqas loves casting her in all his movies? And that too opposite Hussain! Kaise chipakti rehti hai har waqt. I mean, Theek hai bhai keh diya audience ne ek baar that they look cute together. Toh ab Kya baki actresses mar gayi hein? Alia, Pari, Shraddha- kisi ko bhi cast kare- Why her all the time?

What the flip! And is that...... Hussain I see there? I almost fell off the couch. Of course not! He at Shehry's right now.

Still I ran up to the tv and sat in front of the screen. The guy next to her resembled Hussain quite a lot. In fact, it was Hussain!
But, why would he lie to me? Why couldn't he tell me where exactly he was going? Jaane se mana thori kar deti main.....

~~~HUSSAIN's POV~~~

Mar gaya! So damn late!

Ab Kya karu?

Well, she was in a nice mood this afternoon so maybe she will be fine with me walking in late? Take your chances, Hussain, shayr ban. Shayr! A voice inside my head said but, before I could open the door, Preet opened it.

"Welcome home!" she smiled at me and moved aside so I could step inside. I quickly leaned in but, she looked away. "Dinner is ready."

The room had a romantic feel to it but, we still quietly concentrated on our food. How could she not look up at me even once? I kept wondering until she dropped the bomb at me.

"How is Shehry doing?" Her simple question made it hard for me to gulp down the food that was in my mouth. Lying to her kills me but, I had to. "He is doing fine," I said and focused on my food.

"And Kavya?" She asked again and I almost choked on to nothing but, air. "W-what ab-about her?"

Preet snorted and kept down her spoon, "jhooth kyu bola?"

"Preet-"

"Why, Hussain?" She interrupted and when I didn't answer, she got up, "you know, I was still hoping ki jisse maine dekha Woh tum nahi the."

I closed my eyes for a brief second- wait! what? Dekha? She was following me?

"Ah, I don't believe this. Were you following me?" I narrowed my eyes at her as the words just escaped from my mouth unintentionally.

I saw a pang of disappointment in her eyes as she exhaled a loud sigh. "You are a star, Hussain. Media does all the dirty work for me." She turned on the TV and left me alone there.

Kavya's party's live coverage was on. Why does this girl shows off way too much ki live coverage bhi karva li? Seriously, I don't understand what is so special in her that only Waqas is able to see?

~~~PREET's POV~~~

I went to my room and changed into my night suit. The dinner was over and the night was once again ruined. He thinks that I was following him around. How could he even?

Whatever that was, I know that he loves me and I am not letting that Kavya ruin the night! I am going to act calm and forget about it. However, the moment Hussain entered the room, I felt like stabbing that witch, Kavya.

"Preet?" Hussain came up to me but, I walked past him. "Yaar, Waqas wasn't feeling well so I had to represent him there since I was a part of that movie too!" He said and I turned around.

"So did he ask you to not tell me?" I folded my arms in front of my chest and Hussain looked away. "Har baar uss Kavya ke chakkar main tum mujhe bhool jate ho! Gaye to gaye- you were supposed to be home by 8, Hussain. Yaad hai?!" I remarked and threw a pillow at him.

Hussain caught it with one hand, "tumhein Kavya itni buri kyu lagti hai?"

"Tumhein Kavya itni achi kyu lagti hai?" I questioned back, "Aaj toh mujhe Pata Chal gaya. Pata nahi pehle kitni baat mile hoge usse ya kisi aur se yun jhooth bol kar?"

"Oh god! What's your problem Preet?!" Hussain groaned, stepping away.

"And tell me one thing, Hussain- kal sach main Shehry ke saath the ya kal bhi jhooth bola tha?" I narrowed my eyes at him accusingly while he glared at me blankly.

Hussain shook his head, "oh I get it! You think that I am cheating on you with her?" He chuckled slightly. "Seriously?! Yeh soch hai tumhari mere baare main?" He frowned at me and ran his hands through his hair.

What? I DID NOT say that! Stop putting words in my mouth, Hussain!

When I didn't say anything out loud, Hussain came up to me, with anger boiling in his eyes. While staring right through me, he punched the wall behind me, making me flinch, "you are unbelievable!" With that said, he left.

"Hussain stop!" I yelled but, my head began to spin and I slid next to the wall.

Goddamit! Why do I always end up spoiling things? This could have been sorted out easily but, I stretched it way too much.

I never meant to say any of that to him.. Never!

~~~ATIF's POV~~~

I laid silently on my bed, softly running my fingers through Aisha's hair. She slept peacefully with her head on my chest while I was wide awake. Neend aaye gi bhi toh kaise? Jab bhi aankh band karta hoon toh Woh din yaad aata hai..... It's a nightmare that haunts me all the time. Especially when I see her crying.

It was supposed to be the best day of our life when we first found out about her pregnancy. I took her out for lunch and that's when it all happened. I was supposed to take care of her but, what did I do? Got busy with a phone call and she lost her balance on the escalator. Even today, she blames herself for not being careful when I was the one at fault. I should have been there to hold her but I wasn't.

"Atif, so jao na," Aisha sleepy voice shook me out of my thoughts. "Hmm," I replied as I kissed her hair. Before I could allow sleep to take over me, my phone rang.

Shehry? Aur Woh bhi itna late?

~~~SHEHRY's POV~~~

"Do lagane hai maine isko!" I remarked as Hussain told us everything; Waqas, Atif, and Me.

"How do you manage to ruin everything yaar?" Atif yawned. He was the best person to scold Hussain right now as he was the only happily married, ideal husband type of a guy in this group.

"So, what was I supposed to do?" Hussain asked and ran a hand through his hair, "her mood changes like new born's nappy- every two minutes."

Jahaan ka ganda example diya hai Iss admi ne. But then again, these nappies are the ones he will be eagerly wait for very soon.

"Haan toh aisi halat main toh-" Waqas' big mouth almost got the three of us murdered by Preet but Hussain's phone saved us.

"Ab phone kar rahi hai- mujhe nahi karni baat," Hussain groaned, showing us the screen and shoved the phone in my face. I took the phone and teasingly asked him if I should answer it. When Hussain chose not to care, I answered the call on loud speaker.

However, before I could speak, a thick and deep voice stopped me. "Is that Mr. Hussain?" The man on the other side asked and Hussain snatched the phone out of my hand.

"Y-yes that's me but who are you and why do you have my wife's phone?" Hussain asked in one breath.

"Well, I am calling from the hospital and I am sorry to inform you sir that your wife met with an accident."

~~~HUSSAIN's POV~~~

I rubbed my hands against my cheeks, constantly trying to wake myself up. Yes, this is just a nightmare! It can't be happening. Accident? I hope that it's nothing serious. Damn- it's all my fault!

"Hussain we have-" before Shehry could finish, I stepped out of the car and looked up at the white building in front of me. My eyes stung even more as I sprinted towards the door and made my way up to the reception. A nurse led my to Preet's room and I stared at her weak body through the glass window.

"Just a minor ankle injury. Requires at least two weeks of bed rest," the nurse filled me in, "and thankfully your baby is doing fine too."

My eyes widened at her words and my head jerked in her direction. "What? Baby?" I frowned at the middle aged lady standing next to me.

"Your wife is two months pregnant, Mr. Asif," she nodded and I felt like the ground beneath me just moved. Samjh nahi aaya if I was supposed to be happy or be sad? Happy because my baby was ok or sad because this is how I found out about her pregnancy.

"T-thanks," I nodded at the nurse and she left me alone there.

Two damn months and Preet didn't bother telling me? Nahi bataya toh na sahi- how could she be so irresponsible to not drive carefully? Kuch ho jata toh? As I neared Preet's bed, tears escaped from my eyes. Her face looked so pale and the bandage on her forehead and left ankle was, in a way, taunting me. The last thing I ever wanted was to see her in this condition after what happened almost three years ago.

I took her cold hand in my trembling ones, and slowly drew circles around the area where the drip was attached to. How sore it must be right now!

"Preet," I whispered as I kissed her knuckles, "please wake up. I promise I won't fight, I won't lie, I won't get angry and I'll stay with you twenty four seven. Just wake up, please."

But, she didn't move and that pissed me off. Seeing her like this broke my heart even more.. The whole night I was cussing at myself as I constantly asked her to wake up until sleep finally took over me.

~~PREET's POV~~~

I struggled to lift my heavy eyelids as I constantly tried moving. My hand was jammed and the throbbing pain in my leg was just too much to handle. Sweat trickled down the side of my face as I exhaled a loud sigh and forced myself to open my eyes wide.

I took a while to observe my surroundings and realised that I wasn't in my room. I panicked as I recalled my last memory before blacking out last night. I was heading off to Malvika's after the fight with Hussain and lost control when my head began to spin. I don't remember what happened after that or how I ended up here.

"H-hey! Thank God!" I heard a whisper from my left and I slightly lifted my head only to find Hussain sitting beside me. Even my hand wasn't jammed- he was holding it tightly in his'. He looked at me with his glassy, swollen eyes and touched my left cheek with his cold hands.

"Where am I?" I asked, trying to calm down my uneven breathing.

"Hospital," Hussain said as he came forward and kissed my forehead. "I'll call the doctor, ok?" He smiled and I nodded.

With in few minutes a lady doctor with two nurses walked in to ask me some questions and to take some blood samples. The whole time I kept shifting my eyes back to Hussain and for some reason he didn't look as happy anymore. There was some sort of tension on his face that I didn't like at all.

The doctor soon left after giving me some painkiller injections and Hussain came sat beside me. He threw his head in his hands and sat there silently for a couple of minutes until I decided to speak.

"Hussain-"

"Marr gaya Hussain!" He snapped at me, making me flinch, "how many years have you been driving for?! You know the basic rule is to keep your damn eyes on the road, right?!"

I didn't say much to that. Yes, I landed here because of my own carelessness. I shouldn't have been driving when I was already feeling light headed. That was a dumb move.

"Goddammit, Preet! Kuch ho jata toh?" He asked, lowering his voice and ran a hand through his hair. "You realise what might have happened?" He yelled with his own voice breaking, "tumhein kuch ho jata, agar humaare ba..."

He trailed off and I blinked my eyes rapidly as tears welled up in them, thinking about the consequences. As much as I tried to press my lips together, I couldn't help the sob that escaped from my mouth.

"I am sorry," I whimpered as he held my hand and kissed the back of it. "Don't ever do this to me again!" He looked at me, scolding me through his eyes and I cried even more.

"I won't- I prom-" however, before I could finish, Hussain leaned forward and silenced me with his lips on mine. I cried against his lips as he deepened the kiss and wiped my tears at the same time. He pulled away and kissed me on my forehead.

I laid there, staring at our linked hands until Hussain's voice caught my attention again. "Why...why didn't you tell me?" He asked and I inhaled a deep breath.

"I tried," I told him, "many times, Hussain, but, you were too busy." I didn't want to look into his eyes as I knew that all I'll get to see is pain and I didn't want to tell him that it's ok because it's not. Every time I wanted to tell him anything or be with him, his busy schedule interrupted. "Even last night you failed to notice an extra plate next to your's and the reports are still sitting with your pile of scripts," I added and waited for his response but, before he had a chance to react, the three clowns barged in the room with loud whistles and balloons.

"Senti hona paap hai!" They yelled at the top of their lungs.

"We didn't tell him anything, Shehry ki kasam!" Waqas announced and I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand out of Hussain's.

"Seriously Preet, tumhein script delay karvani thi toh bol deti- Shehry yun hi kar deta," Atif complained as he gave me the balloons, "but good move! Now Hussain will be at your service twenty four seven!" They chuckled while I awkwardly blushed.

"Shut up guys," Hussain groaned as I tried to sit up. When I miserably failed at it, he helped me and fixed some pillows under my sore ankle.

Hussain hesitantly moved away but, I held his hand and found myself idiotically smiling at him. I can't help these stupid mood swings. A minute ago I was so upset with him and now I have this sudden urge of hugging the life out of my husband. Is this even normal?

"I am starving guys! Who else is hungry?" Shehry asked Waqas and Atif and they both shook their heads as 'no.' Shehry muttered something under his breath that I didn't quite catch and then he got up from the couch.

"Chalo chalo, let's get coffee!" He forcefully dragged Waqas and Atif with him while they were trying their best to not leave the room, "I'll need more hands to bring all the food back!"

Once he had thrown them out of the room, he turned to Hussain and me with a smirk playing on his lips, "enjoy!"

I nervously laughed at his gesture. He is not just Hussain's brother but mine too. Being away from my five angels, Shehry has always been that support for me. Fir chahe koi advise leni ho ya Hussain ki shikayat lagani ho. That's why he knew that this is exactly what I needed; some time alone with Hussain.

"Preet I-" Hussain began but, I didn't let him complete. "Don't Hussain. I understand; I truly do. It's just that at times I crave for attention and you are not there and-"

And this time, he interrupted, "but now I am and I promise that I won't act like an idiot again!" He said, "God, I was so stupid to not figure anything out last night."

I giggled, shaking my head, "don't worry Hussain. Maybe my clues were pathetic. Next time, I'll tell you without complicating things."

Hussain exhaled a deep breath before his eyes shot up to meet mine with a wide smirk on his face, telling me to form my sentences carefully next time. "Next time ki planning abhi se?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at me and I felt a burning sensation creeping up to my cheeks. "Bari jaldi hai madam ko!" He chuckled and I gasped.

"Baat na karo mujhse beghairat insaan!" I scolded him and looked away, obviously trying to hide my blush. He laughed even more and that annoyed me.

"I love you too, jaan," he chuckled, pocking me on my ticklish spots.

"Door hato Hussain!" I pushed his hand away, finding it hard not to giggle.

"Aww, baby gusha hola hai," he chuckled in a baby voice and I slapped the back of his hand. "Filhal baby ki maa gussa ho rahi hai!"

Hussain brought his hands forward again but, before I could push them away, he held my wrists and pinned me to the bed. The smirk still played on his lips as he hovered over me. "Hussain we are in a hospital right now," I reminded him as he lowered his face until our noses were touching. He brushed his nose lightly against mine, making me giggle.

The smirk turned into a smile as he moved his hands from my wrists to my palms, interwinding our fingers. He softly but, passionately kissed me and I returned the kiss with much love. "This is the best gift that you could have ever given me, Simarpreet," Hussain whispered as he hugged me. I just love the way he makes my name sound so perfect.

"And I can never even think about cheating on you because you are a blessing to me," he added and I smiled against his shoulder. "And I never meant to said that last night. I didn't mean it that way, Hussain. It was just that-"

I paused to breath and in a way, to not ruin our little moment.

No matter how much he annoys me at times or fights with me, I just can't stop loving this man.

"I love you," I murmured against his wrinkly white shirt.

"And I love you both!"

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Long one!! <3

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I was going to upload it in two parts but I really need to take this story to NZ soon to get Shehry and Asmaara's story started so, kept it as one long chapter.

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