Aanya:

Six months later:

Life!!

A small word with just four letters in it. But it carries a huge meaning behind it.

Every person has a different way of defining life. Some define it as a battle field whereas some define it as a test. There also few people who think life as a curse and hate it while few say that life is beautiful and adore it.

Either ways, one thing is very certain about life. That is, life is short. There's no guarantee for life. So, you need to enjoy every moment of your life.

Ever since I met with that horrible accident, I'm making sure to thank the Almighty for giving me another chance and I'm making sure that I live my life to its fullest.

And why wouldn't I? Because right now I'm in the best phase of my life. There are actually no words to describe my happiness. I'm very content with what I have.

A handsome, loving and caring husband. And three little angels who made our lives heaven, well not all the time.

There was a time when I hated Hussein with passion. I hated him for what he did to me. But now, he is my life, he is my everything. He is someone without whom I can't even imagine my life.

Now when we recall our past we do nothing but laugh together. But I also get the rare chance of seeing Mr. Arrogant blush with embarrassment which will in return only doubles my laughter.

From my experience, I can assure that whatever happens in our lives is for our own good.

As a human being, it's quite natural for us to get upset and think negatively when we face an obstacle. It's quite common for us to get tired and give up at times.

But again, it's in our human nature to stand up and move forward with a new found willpower. We have this amazing talent of lifting up ourselves even after tasting the worst defeat.

Even I broke down a number of times. I cursed my life. I became weak, vulnerable. I even gave up on our relationship but fortunately I realised my mistake before it was too late.

And who would have ever imagined that we will have a beautiful ending? Oops, my bad, this is not the ending. It's merely a beginning.

A beautiful beginning!!

"You know, you look so fucking hot in my shirt," Hussein whispered in my ear with his husky voice, snaking his arm around my waist.

"Oh yeah?!" I asked with a smile playing on my lips.

"Fuck yeah." He said and nudged my neck with his nose.

"Language!!" I scolded him and swatted his arm.

He chuckled and turned me around in his arms so that I was now facing him. I placed my palms on his naked chest right above his beating heart. I remained silent and enjoyed the feeling of our hearts beating in sync.

"I love you, heart." Hussein said while looking straight into my eyes.

"I love you more, my love." I replied.

He immediately bent down and locked his lips with mine. I sighed into the kiss as soon as his lips touched mine.

He squeezed my waist and deepened the kiss. I moaned as his tongue invaded my mouth. I tugged at his hair making him groan.

Soon we broke the kiss for the much needed air. Hussein kissed my forehead and enveloped me in a tight hug.

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm dreaming and I'm scared that if I wake up everything will vanish away." He whispered.

I scowled at his words.

"Why would you think like that?" I asked him while looking at him

"Isn't it obvious heart. You and our babies, you guys are the best thing that has ever happend to me. I..I never imagined of having a family. Hell, I always thought that I don't deserve someones true love for I was an A-1 jerk. It..Its all too good to be true, heart. I..I don't know what I did to deserve you guys. I..I-"

"Hey, hey. Listen to me. First of this is all true, Hussein. You, me, this marriage and our babies, all these are true. It's not a dream. And, yes, you were a jerk in the beginning, but you are the best husband and the best father to my kids. You are not just a part of our life but you're our life. We love you so much Hussein. So, please stop over thinking about the things and enjoy all the moments that we are making with our babies because they are growing so fast." I told him.

"That they are." He said and pecked my lips.

"You know since our babies are already six months old, why don't we plan another baby." He said and wiggled his brows suggestively.

"Hussein!! If you've forgotten them lemme remind you, I gave birth to triplets just six months ago. And I'm not going to go through this pregnancy thing again." I informed him to which he pouted.

"That's okay. We will try after a while." He said more to himself.

I rolled my eyes at his words with a smile plastered on my lips.

Hussein is obsessed with a pregnant me. He wants to see me all swollen again. He has been asking me to think about planning another baby. But I clearly said no for it. I can't even imagine going through the labour again. Atleast not anytime soon.

And just by the way, I'm very much worried about taking care of the triplets. Initially it was very easy to take care of them. All they used to do was to sleep and they only needed me to feed and change their diapers. Then Ruby, Karim and Hussein used to take turns to look after them and because of which I used to get enough time to sleep and rest.

Usually, one child is handful, but here, I've got three little monsters who are all trying to learn how to crawl. And, also they've started to recognise people and they recognise me too well. They want me to be their by their side all the time. If its not me then Hussein should be there.

Everyone are saying that its just the beginning. Once they start walking, the hell will break loose. I don't know how to react to this thought. I want to be happy, hell, I'm happy but then again it will become difficult for me to manage three toddlers running around the home. That mere thought itself is giving me one hell of a fright.

Ya Allah!! Please help me!

"Why do I always find you in the garden very morning when you should actually be by my side in the bed?" He asked me snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Well, umm, honestly, I come here because this is the only time of the day where I can stay alone with my thoughts. This is the only time when I get space or a break from everything." I answered him.

"What do you mean?" He asked me with a frown on his forehead.

"See, every person has responsiblities, stress and tensions related to one thing or the other. And to get rid of the stress or to refresh their mind they need a distraction. And every person has a different way of relaxing. For me, coming out here in the garden and enjoying the nature is the best way to refresh myself. I can think of better solutions for all my problems when I'm here. And also it gives a lot of energy to start my day." I explained him.

"Okay, cool. Do you wanna know what's the best way for me to refresh?" Hussein asked me.

"What is it?" I questioned him.

"It is making love to you." He answered and suddenly threw me over his shoulder as if I was a sack of potatoes.

"Hussein!!" I let out a shriek.

"It's time for me to refresh, heart." He said and spanked me.

"Ouch!!" I yelped at the sudden pain. But I spanked him in return.

We both kept spanking each other until we reached our room where Hussein threw over our bed making me bounce on it. He slowly approached me like a predator and I kept moving back until I hit the headbroard.

Hussein grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him making me fall flat on my back.

"No ones gonna save you today, heart." He said in a playful tone.

"Yeah?!" I asked him even though I knew the answer for that question.

"Hell yeah." He said pounced on me and peppered my face with his kisses. I was giggling uncontrollably. Then he started to tickle the hell out of me. We both were laughing like maniacs.

But soon our laughter died as we stared into each others eyes. I shuddered at the intensity with which he was looking into my eyes. I felt exposed. I felt like he was reading my soul.

"I love you more than anything, heart. You're a miracle. I would be lost without you. So, please please do not ever leave me. I keep praying to the Almighty to take my life first so that I don't have to go throught the agony of living a life without. Call me a selfish bastard, heart, but its so damn true that I don't want to live in a world without you. I can't even imagine it, heart. So, mark my words, heart, its always me whose gonna leave this world first." Hussein whispered.

My breath hitched in throat as I heard his words. My heart stopped in my chest for a moment. I just kept looking at him without blinking my eyes.

"D..Don't you ever dare to say those words again Hussein. I'm gonna slap you real hard if you utter those words again. And how can you even think of leaving me all alone in this world? Do you think I can live without you? Hussein, we both complete each other. There's no Aanya without Hussein and there's no Hussein without Aanya. And you know this very well. And why are talking about leaving me since morning? Is there something that's bothering you? Are you hiding something from me?" I asked him.

"No, no heart. There's nothing to hide and there's nothing bothering me." He replied.

"Then stop talking negative and kiss me you idiot." I told him and pulled his head towards me in a mind blowing kiss.

I bit his lower lip making him groan. He pressed his hard on making me moan. He broke the kiss and moved towards my neck leaving a trail of wet kisses. And just when he was about to untie the knot of my dress we heard the whining of one of the babies and as if on a cue they all started to wail.

"Oh fuck, not again." Hussein cursed.

"I'm sorry, love." I said and pecked his lips.

I immediatley pushed him away and got up to go towards my babies. All the three cribs were arranged side by side near our bed. We decided to have the cribs arranged in our bedroom itself so that it'll be easier for us to attend them. Two cribs were blue in color and they were for Annan and Mannan where as the other one is in pink color which is obviously for Iman.

I looked into the cribs and saw that all the babies were wide awake. They were kicking their feet in the air.

"Good morning my little munchkins." I greeted them in playful voice.

They started to make baby noise and beamed at me except they had no teeth.

"Whose turn is today to come into mumma's arms first?" I asked them and all of them started to kick their legs again.

These has been the scene since last six months. Every morning I stand near the cribs and look at my babies thinking whom should I take in my arms first. Neither I'm strong nor my arms are long enough to hold all the three babies at a time. And I didn't want any of them to feel biased not they know the meaning of that but still my motherly instincts make me feel guilty about that.

So, in order to stop myself from wallowing in guilt, I decided to follow a way. If I take Annan first in arms one day, then on the next day I'll be holding Mannan first and then on the other day I'll be holding Iman first and then repeat. These way I won't feel guilty of showing partiality towards any of my babies.

And weirdly, the babies got used to this thing. And I'm glad that they do not make any fuss about it.

"Hello princess." I picked Iman in my arms since it was her turn today. I kissed her forehead and in return she cooed.

"Aren't you my cute little princess?" I asked her and hugged her close to my chest.

"Sometimes I feel like these babies are only born to cockblock me." Hussein complained.
He came from behind and stood by my side with a pouty face.

"Oh my gosh. Stop it Hussein. They're our babies. And just by the way, it was you who was too desparate to get me pregnant. Now you have to face the consequences." I told him while chuckling.

"Yeah, that was me." He said while scratching his neck.

"And yet you want another baby." I told him in an accusatory tone.

"Yup. I'm still up for that idea." He said coming closer to me.

"Nope. Not happening. Atleast not anytime soon." I told him and move away from him.

"You know I heard that. And it means that you're somewhat okay with the idea of another baby." He said smiling like a fool.

I just shook my head at his head and went to towards the changing table to change Iman's diaper.

"Come on, get the boys here and change their diapers, love." I told him and he started to whine.

"Nope. No matter how much you whine, you still have to change their diapers." I told him while changing Iman's diaper who is trying so hard to take both of her toes into her mouth.

"No, Iman. Don't do that." I told her and caught her legs in the air before she could put them in her mouth.

"You know this is not fair. You get to change only one diaper. Where as me, I have to change two diapers." Hussein whined again.

"Oh really, you get to get change the diapers of the boys only once, where as me, I have change them multiple times during the whole day. So stop whining like a baby and get back to work, Hussein. Because once they all remember that they're hungry, hell will break loose." I told him and patted his back and left with Iman to feed her.

"Why did I even impregnant you in the first place?" He grumbled under his breath making me giggle at his words.

Iman cooed and looked at me as if she was asking why I was giggling.

"Your father is such a baby, Iman. Come on lets feed you now baby." I told her and started to feed her.

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Finally Aanya and Hussein are back. And this time they're back with their three little angels.

I know you guys missed them a lot. Even I missed them a lot. So, I couldn't stop myself from writing the sequel.

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