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Ahira's pov.

Days passed as I took my time to overcome the trauma. Sitting alone with my diary or staring at the dark night sky or reading The Fault In Our Stars over and over again, I overcame the trauma. Not fully but of course I have to be strong. Life doesn't ends here, there is more to life, more to live and more to laugh.

Misery and problems will come but fighting it is bravery. And I have to overcome this. The things that I lost is something no one wants to loose. Something precious that everyone want to have and cherish.

Deciding to dress like a human, rather than a zombie, I took out a sky knee length kurti and white leggings.

Enjoying the hot shower, I changed into the dress and tied my hair up in a ponytail. Descending down the stairs, I reached the kitchen where mom was already present.

She turned and her eyes went wide as she took in my appearance. Of course she had to be shocked. In these two weeks, I was looking nothing but like a walking zombie. Neither would I talk to anyone nor would I come down, unless they forced me to come and have food.

"Can I cook? " I asked without any emotion. I was all ready to talk to them like before but after seeing her face, guilt resurfaced and the confidence flew away.

"Sure" She smiled.

"Where is Azlaan?" She asked.

"Maybe in the study" I answered taking out the ingredients necessary for pancakes.

She nodded and went out, perhaps giving me some time alone. But yes the maid was there, doing dishes and other small works while I cooked.

Azlaan didn't went to office after I was brought back home and I am glad that he was supportive, unlike the other men who thinks miscarriage isn't something to grief over because you never saw the baby or embraced him. Then why to sulk over the fact that the baby that was never born is not with you.

But he is been locking himself in the study. Maybe it was his way of showing that he was sad or hurt.

Soon everything was set. I had made pancakes, toast, eggs and coffee. As I was setting up the breakfast table, I saw mom and dad coming down.

"I'll call Rinoz" She said looking around.

"No, I'll call them both" I said.

Dad gave me smile which I returned.

Knocking at the door, I waited for her to open. Seconds later she peeked through behind the door and smiled at me which I gladly reciprocated with a short smile.

"Breakfast is ready" I said and she nodded, throwing a cute smile at me as she went down.

Sighing to myself, I marched towards the study that was at the far end of the hallway. Knocking two times, I entered the room and saw him rubbing his temple.

He turned and upon seeing me, he raised his eyebrows.

"You wanted something? " He asked.

"No but you need to eat something" I said shaking my head.

"I'm not hungry" He said and resumed his work after wearing his spectacles. I sighed audibly. If this continues like this, he will surely fall sick.

I walked towards his seat and stood behind him. Taking the specs I kept it on the table beside his papers.

"What are you doing Ahira?" His eyes wide.

Of course I haven't even talked to him properly in these two weeks and I was guilty of it. So it's obvious that he would be wondering what made me talk to him or what is going on in my mind.

"You are straining yourself too much Azlaan." I said massaging his temples and head. He visibly relaxed and leaned towards me.

"Thanks" He said.

"Sorry" I said.

"For what? " He asked looking up.

"Um.....For shutting down" I said.

"I know it was hard for you too but I don't know what I was doing that time. All I knew was that I killed my baby and snatched your happiness. I felt as if you deserve something more, you know more happiness. I was loathing myself somewhere. I felt like...I don't know Azlaan! I even felt like killing myself." I said.

Tears flowed down making me break down. My hands wrapped around his chest.

"Come here" He said taking my hands and brought me in front of him. I stood there with my head hanging low.

"Sit" He said pulling me to him. I landed directly on his lap, not that I cared anyways.

"Why are you crying? " He asked. I looked up at him as if he has gone mad.

"You know what? I'll still love you even if you try to take my life." He said. My head snapped up and I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Don't say like that" I muttered.

"I'm serious Ahira, you are happiness. How could you think that you snatched my happiness when you are here in front of me as my happiness" He stated as if it was the biggest truth of the century.

"I see you are trying to overcome the problem?" He smiled at me in a cute manner.

I made up mind that I will talk to everyone freely but don't know why I wasn't even able to smile at mom, dad and Rinoz. But with him, I feel totally different. I feel like I can smile, laugh and cry all at the same time when I am with him, like now. Perhaps this is the power of love. We can show our most vulnerable side to them without being judged.

"You look so bad when you cry" He said wiping my tears and keeping the short bangs behind my ears that were falling down.

"I love you" He said kissing my forehead.

More tears came out and my hands that were resting on his chest flew around his shoulder. I hugged him tight kissing all over his face.

I missed him so much. I shouldn't have ignored him but also I was guilty.

"Come lets go down and feed you something" He said. I stood up, my cheeks flushed.

"I.. I'll go and wash my face" I said and ran out of the room.

Washing my face I went down and by the time, mom, dad and Rinoz were already done which left the two of us to have our breakfast alone.

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After lots of struggle, I finally got him to sleep. Because I know he has been drowning into his files since all these happened.

I decided to clean our closet since I had nothing to do. Starting from Azlaan's side, I re-arranged everything until it was the drawer that contained his files. I sighed looking at the heaps of files. I kept everything in order until I found a file that had my name. It was my file, the hospital file. Opening it I went through my scan prints.

A sad smile appeared on my lips as I took in the slight features of my unborn baby.

"Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS)" I read on the last page making myself frown. Syndrome? What is that? Because I remember the doctor saying that I am perfectly alright apart from being a little weak due to the miscarriage.

Taking the file with me, I went inside the room and dialed my friend's number who was a gynaecologist.

I preferred asking her about this rather than getting confused after researching about it on the internet.

"Hello Kaira? "I said as soon as she attended the call.

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