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Useless and unshed tears began dripping from my lacrimal, the paper was now almost crumpled in my hand due to the force with which I clenched it between my fist.

Zidan came to me with a toy in his hand , asking to insert the batteries in it as it was not functioning. It was when he saw my stray tears, and soon engulfed me in a bone crushing hug.

" Kya hua mamma? Ap chyun lo lhi hain? "

( What happened mum, why are you crying?? )

I wasn't able to respond so he himself took notice of my situation, and silently wiped my tears.Sitting on my lap, his face towards me he kissed my cheeks and then my eyes.

" Aap rote huay achi ni lgtin. "

( You don't look good when you cry. )

' Ye apke papa ka letter hay. '

I hadn't thought of introducing him to his biological father, but now was the time to let him know.He should know the truth and accept and try to look forward moving on from now only.

" Papa tw skype pe baat krte hain na, phil ye letter? "

( Father talks on skype, then why this letter? )

I was searching for answer to reply when Azfar appeared as usual out of the blue and answered it in my behalf. He was the exact term for my other half.

' Hmm beta, wo apke papa hain lekin apke papa nahi hain. Mtlb wo ap se bohat pyar krte hain islye wo ap se door rehte hain. '

( Son, he is your father but he isn't your father. Because he stays away from you, as he loves you. )

" Kya matlab papa? Ap mere papa nahi hain? "

( Aren't you my father? )

I saw a flash of disappointment and grief pass through his eyes, taming his skin a shade pale than his fair toned skin.It was difficult, but he handled somehow with his wittiness.

He picked up Zidan in his arms, and then swirled him around, fixed the battery issue which he had placed the other way in the toy and so it wasn't working by putting it right.

" Your father, Farhaan Siddique is my brother. So basically you have two fathers. He sents these toys for you and all the Superheroes costumes every time and so that's why he lives far away. He asked me to take care of you, so I'm here. Okay my child? "

He kissed his forehead, and then put him down. He began pacing forward and backward in the room, pretending to think something serious.

' Hmm, I wonder why don't I have two moms when I have two dads? Do I have another mom as well? '

Azfar looks at me trying hard not to laugh and then again scoops him up in his arms.

" No actually, we both fell in love with your mom only. So you only have one mother. "

Azfar pressed his lips into a thin one, trying to smile but I knew he felt pain.He was so selfless, I was still astounded to have his new sides unleashed everytime I think I just know him well .

' Wow! I want to meet my second papa. Where is he? Can we see him, first papa? '

" Okay beta stop this nonsense now. See your papa is so tired? He just arrived naa? Don't you think you should allow him to rest for a while? "

I took Zidan from his arms and then carried him upstairs to allow him to play, and divert his mind from this truth. He has known what he should have known, and we should not further indulge him for finding the minors of the details or digging out to find about his real father.

It wad true that I was feeling sympathy for Farhan, but what he did was not forgiveable. Azfar might have the heart to accept his apology, but I couldn't. A mother's heart couldn't. I could always desire for my son until I'm alive in this world and whenever I would remember him, surely I would remember the tyrant... Abhan's father...

" Won't you forgive him ever bellarina? Don't you think his apology is sincere and is true? "

Azfar sauntered towards me, with a genuine look of concern and worry. The love of his brother bringing a rise to the tidal emotions he had been resisting. But still, I couldn't trust him completely. It is a foolishness considered, to consider the one fooling you, to be a fool.

" I love you Azfar. I love you for loving me unconditionally and staying by my side, like a loyal friend. I .. I.. Just can't explain what I have towards you or what I actually want to say to you. Every time I faced the hostility and triviality of life, you were there for me. You were the one to save me, when I had met an accident encounter with your car and that time I thought you were a hauteur, a spoil brat of rich parents.  "

I paused, to kiss his cheek where a lone tear had escaped his eyes. Strangely, yes he was a man and he had a heart too.

" Then we met at your office, I didn't knew destiny had been playing games to make us one since that car bump thing. Still, I had the same image of your arrogant self until I faced something terrible. But then you had the guts to rescue me from the goons, and fight them back as if I meant something to you... You defended me... My protector... "

He was staring at his foot, as if picturizing the whole scenario in his eyes. I held his hand and made him follow me to the kitchen counter, the same way we had our personal moment just before our marriage.

" You remember the kitchen counter things? You were wooed by me unimaginably, and I could read your straight thoughts through your eyes speaking volumes... Those deep intoxicating orbs... "

He chuckled lowly, and then snaked his arms around my waist raising me off the ground and placing me on the counter. Our forehead colliding, breaths intertwined and love synchronized.

" Yes I remember. How can I forget the one, for whom my world started spinning around the sun and instead that one became the center?? "

He threw a picky line which was less likely of him.

" Oh yes Mr.Bellnuts, I'm sure you've learnt these lines from me. I know you suck at romance. Especially the playful kind ones. "

I winked at him pulling out a tongue face, just to tease him but oh that had hit his manly ego.

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Thankyou everyone whoever has supported this book from the beginning, till it's end and some might've disappeared in the middle too but still I thank them too for atleast being a part of it. Taking out time amd acknowledging my attempt to write something in English. I know I suck at it, this is not my language and neither my point of interest, because I still feel I'm made for Urdu. But that doesn't make me love this language any less. It has it's pro's too.
This book was definitely a myriad of emotional ride for me and of course the readers as well.
This may not be the perfect end , and it might've been abrupt for some as well.

But I wanted to show through this novel that life is a happily after ever, that means you need first to go through a lot of ups and downs, hostilities and harshness of life,
You will also taste the sweetness ,
And also the bitterness,
Life will try it's best to shake your entity for you to give up on living, but don't.

One day, In sha Allah, it will be all worth it. But you need to keep faith in yourself, faith in the God you believe, faith in the ones who love you truly.

" Life can be a Happily After Ever,
But you need to embrace it first openheartedly and with spread arms "

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