Growing up, Mawra has always disliked babies or toddlers in general. They were so annoying according to her. She'd always try and stay away as far as possible whenever her cousin's daughters or sons would visit their home. She disliked the fit they throw if things didn't go their way, or the way they talked. She absolutely disliked everything about babies.

But maybe she was just being stupid all along. The little girl in front of her proved how very wrong she was, and it made her realize not every baby are the same. There can be some babies, who are obeying and loving.

"What's your name?" Mawra sat down on her knees as she questioned the pretty little girl, who smiled widely at her question.

"Hidaya Abrar Shah." the little girl mumbled shyly yet confidently, making everyone laugh at her adorableness. For three years old, it was a tough name to pronounce, but she did that so damn cutely and perfectly.

"Your daughter is very cute, Masha Allah!" Mawra got up and smiled at her parents, who nodded in response, "just like her mother." Abrar subtly winked at his wife, whose cheeks turn pink in response.

"Hayat, ask Mani to arrange a room for our guests. They had a very busy day at work, they'd like some rest perhaps." Abrar informed his wife, who nodded with a smile. She was very happy to have some new company around.

"Oh no, please don't take any trouble, Mr Shah. We should be leaving after the dinner." Ibrahim tried denying politely. It was only four in the evening, but he had no energy left to drive back home after the hectic day he had. So, they decided to take a break and then leave.

"It gets very dark in the night, Ibrahim. And travelling back at that time isn't a good plan. You should really stay the night and go home tomorrow morning." Ibrahim smiled at his concern, "but we don't want to impose, Mr Shah." he tried to sound as polite as possible.

Mawra just stayed silent all along, she has no problem staying anywhere, as long as her husband is going to be with her. They came to this interior village in the morning hours along with that stupid engineer, Minal, who along with Ibrahim is supposed to decide if the old factory which they bought will be renovated or reconstructed.

Its conditions were pretty good anyway and they decided to go for renovation and in the meantime, Ibrahim has also conducted few interviews to appoint workers for when the factory will be finished. So many young villagers came forward with enthusiasm. All in all, it has been a tiring day and they needed a break so badly.

"You can call me Abrar," with a small grin he continued, "and we don't have any issue with you both staying here. It no imposing. You're here to help my village and its people, this is the least I could do."

"What do you say, Mawra?" Ibrahim sceptically asked his wife, who shrugged in response, "I'm okay if you're okay."

"Alright then. We will stay the night, Mr... I mean Abrar."

"That's great." Abrar smiled at him, while his daughter sat beside him as she observed everything with curiosity.

"Its tea time, I'll go and make some." Hayat got up from the sofa excitedly, "can I join you?" Mawra asked her, eager to have a look at the insides of the house. It looked so beautiful from the outside and the living room left her speechless for a moment. She wanted to explore as much as possible.

"Sure." Hayat smiled, as she followed her behind slowly grasping the beauty of this house, and the little girl came along with them, silently.

Mawra can tolerate silent kids. Silent kids mean no tantrums. She hates the ones who throw unnecessary tantrums. Which according to her was the character possessed by every kid.

"Hida jaani, go and play with your phopho. Mama is going to make tea for your papa." Hidaya nodded her head excitedly as she ran away from there, eager to meet her favourite phopho.

Mawra smiled at that sight. Obedient kids are very rare to find these days, according to her.

"Where are the rest of your family?" she asked Hayat, with a curious look on her face.

"In their rooms or in the TV room upstairs, I guess. Its time for their favourite daily soap. My mother in law loves watching daily soaps." Hayat chuckled as she entered the kitchen, Mawra was only half listening as she too busy gawking at the interiors. It wasn't as stylish or modern as Qureshi's house. But the ancient designs added more to its beauty. The house no doubt was a very old one but still looked beautiful nevertheless.

"Your house is very beautiful, Mrs Shah," Mawra muttered in awe, as Hayat switched on the stove.

"Call me Haya, please. Mrs Shah makes me sound too old." they both laughed at that.

"But I know right. The Nawab of this village had a very good taste in construction. Yes, Abrar's ancestors were Nawabs once upon a time, they ruled this village and the family still continues to rule. Only this time, my husband is the president." Hayat chuckled at the surprised look on Mawra's face.

"So, basically you're the queen of this village then?"

"I don't know about the village, but my husband's queen for sure. He always treats me like one." Hayat blushed the deepest shade of red as she said those words.

Mawra could only smile in return. The couple, no doubt was so in love with each other. She could only hope that one day she'd be able to love Ibrahim to this extent. Or maybe, she was already falling in love but has no clue about it.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she asked, "Can I use the other stove?" Hayat raised her brows in confusion.

"Ibrahim likes coffee only and loves it especially if I make it." Mawra blushed furiously as she tucked the hair strands behind her ears.

"You guys are so cute. Of course, you can use the stove. Let me get the coffee powder. Abrar is obsessed with tea too." walking to the shelf, she picked the coffee box and handed it to Mawra with a grin, who was already boiling the milk.

"Begham Sahiba, Chote Nawab informed me to say that Ibrahim Saab is in the guest room and we should send his tea there, he has also called you upstairs." a maid came to inform them, "can you tell him, I'll be there in a few minutes. We are already done." Hayat replied whilst adding the sugar.

The maid nodded and left, not before giving a weird look to Mawra, who raised her brows in confusion at her retreating back.

"Don't mind her, its just your dress." a nervous chuckle left her mouth and suddenly, Mawra felt so out of place. All the ladies in this household wore a dupatta on their head and dressed very traditionally. While she, on the other hand, wore black jeans and a purple shirt. The contrasting dressing styles differentiated both the city and village lifestyle, a lot.

"Its fine, you dress modestly even in western clothes," Hayat assured her with a smile, but Mawra wasn't very sure about that. She nodded her head distractedly and concentrated on making coffee instead.

A few minutes later, both of them were done and Hayat guided Mawra to the guest room, she smiled gratefully at her and walked into the room and turned to lock the door from inside. Once again, she was in awe of the interiors.

"Finally!" Ibrahim sighed in exasperation, as he threw the phone on the bed and smiled at his wife, very glad to have her back. He was getting bored out of his mind in few minutes and was missing her so much.

It's been two days since she came back to his home, after a week-long stay at her place. Ibrahim has made sure she never leaves his eyesight after that beautiful night, he was so whipped.

The fact that they work together has helped him a lot. He can see her and be around her for as long as he wants and he was enjoying it way too much, that even her absence of twenty minutes or something began to bother him a lot.

"Your coffee." Mawra smiled half heartily, as she joined him on the bed, who took the saucer with surprise-filled eyes.

"I made it." she added which made him grin widely, "you're the best, biwi." Ibrahim smelled the aroma of the hot coffee before sipping it slowly. It smelled so damn good making it mouth-watering for him every single time.

Mawra was lost and distracted in her thoughts while he enjoyed the coffee, Ibrahim thought it would be an impossible task to survive without his favourite coffee for one long day, but thanks to his wife, who made it easy for him.

Ibrahim, who noticed her changed behaviour asked, "Why the long face?"

"Nothing." she shrugged.

"I know when you lie, so quit bothering and tell me the truth." with one of his hand, he held her chin and made her face him, her gorgeous brown eyes held so much worry as he looked in them.

The slow progress in their relationship has always left her in amusement. How he can tell little things about her speaks volume about his observations towards her and that made her smile inwardly.

"A maid was looking at me weirdly because of my dressing," Mawra replied in a whisper.

"Oh."

Ibrahim had no idea what to say to her, she dressed just fine. We cannot get affected by what others say because they always have something to say.

"That's why I was sceptical about staying here, these people are so different from us, not in a bad way though. But we are different. And I was worried that something like this would happen. Should we just leave?" Ibrahim sighed, taking Mawra by surprise. She was speechless by his thoughtfulness.

"I know, but we cannot go home now though. It'd be rude and impolite. Mr Shah was kind enough to let us stay here. And I'm also glad that Minal is gone, didn't you see... How openly she was hitting on you." Mawra frowned at the end, her thoughts easily got distracted by that woman, who took every other chance to make her presence aware.

Ibrahim threw his head back and laughed at her words, "are you jealous?"

Mawra scoffed at that, "I was not. Its called being possessive. You're mine, remember that right?" she interlocked their hands together and glared at him, who was grinning at her with mischief.

"Only yours," he replied huskily, and her classic blush made its appearance as she stared into his grey eyes shyly.

"Finish your coffee," Mawra mumbled with a shy smile, as she looked away. Her hands were still locked in his.

Ibrahim smiled teasingly at her as he replied, "Sure..."

"I am thinking that maybe we should tell everyone in the office about our marriage," Mawra mumbled incoherently, as she gazed down. She couldn't tolerate the fact that some random woman is trying to win her husband. If not for her foolish wish of hiding their relationship, it all could have been avoided.

"Finally! I'm glad that you want to announce it... But, If we do say about our marriage now, everyone is going to talk bad about you. I'm furious that they're already talking bad about you for saying no, if we say this news now, they'd be talking more. Like how you've ditched an employee for the boss. You'll be portrayed as a gold digger or something like that. I can't tolerate that, Mawra. Wait for some days, I'm happy that you agreed but let this Adnan thing fade away. I'll announce it in my own way."

There was a moment of silence, and she knows he was right and the guilt of suggesting this stupid idea was starting to eat her mind. The tension vanished slowly as he smiled at her softly, who then sighed inwardly.

Mawra cannot bear his silence. He has this weird way of showing his anger but the smile only meant they were okay and she was glad that they're okay.

***

After two hours of nap, Ibrahim and Mawra were up looking energetic and calm. It was the much-needed break after the tiring day.

"Ibrahim... I saw a fair which was half an hour away from here, can we go?" she asked with pleading eyes and he grinned in return. He was planning on taking her there anyway. It will be a different experience in a village, and they can spend some quality time as well.

"I was going to ask you that, actually." She smiled widely at that and got up excitedly to get ready.

"I'll dress up in a few minutes. Just wait." Ibrahim was lost in her smile, as he watched her shuffle their mini backpack and pick out a dress, which they packed in case of emergency. He was captivated by her like some possessed man. Without his realization, he was falling in love harder and harder. That was the magic of the bonding created by nikkah.

Mawra stared at her reflection in satisfaction. She paired up an orange colour long dupatta with a white palazzo and did her hair in a cute bun. A smile etched on her lips as she wore the matching jhumkas and bangles gifted by her husband. She absolutely loved her look and turned to face Ibrahim with an excited grin.

"Masha Allah! was the first word that left his mouth as soon as he saw her final look.

A huge blush appeared on her face as she checked out her husband, who wore a white shirt and black jeans. Looking dashing as ever. His hair was done neatly, making her want to drool.

"Shall we?" Ibrahim forwarded her his hands, who gave it to him shyly. Their hands were intertwined, as they walked out together.

"You look extra beautiful in these type of dresses. Not that you look bad in western. Uh, well never mind. You look beautiful in everything." Ibrahim mumbled nervously, cautious as to not hurt her feelings and she smiled at his words.

"Thank you, Ibrahim. You look very handsome too." She replied with a grin as they walked onto the porch.

"We are eating outside tonight, I informed Abrar about it, who's not very happy. He wanted us to eat here. But I convinced him anyway. You're okay with that, right?"

"Of course."

***

Mawra smiled at the lot of people nervously, her hands linked with her husband's. He glanced down at her as though understanding her nervousness. It was a new place, new people. They both were the odd ones out. But it should be fun nevertheless. He passed her a smile which calmed her down a bit.

"Which ride should we go first?" Ibrahim asked as they walked in between the rush. It was seriously packed with so many people.

"The giant wheel," Mawra exclaimed excitedly. He grinned in response, as they walked towards the queue to join the ride. They had to wait for whole ten minutes before settling in the passenger carrier. She was smiling in excitement the whole time and Ibrahim had fun watching his wife.

Going in a giant wheel seems very childish to him. But anything to make his wife happy.

Seeing her happy is making him happy too. It feels so damn weird, yet so much comforting.

"Your dupatta." He carefully took it in his hands, which was about to be stuck on their carrier's door. The boy who was handling the ride nods at Ibrahim before closing the door. It was just them now, locked inside the passenger carrier. The loud noises of people talking and enjoying were still audible, yet it was exciting.

Mawra smiled sheepishly as he placed the dupatta on her lap, "I love this ride the most. The thrilling feeling when we will go to the top and look down the earth... It's an incredible feeling." She began to talk animatedly while he was getting lost in her.

The ride started to begin, making her widen her eyes in happiness and excitement. She intertwined their fingers again whilst gazing at the sky, while her husband was gazing at her without getting bored.

"Ibrahim..." She whispered his name, feeling shy of his intense gaze. She tried to ignore it but he wasn't just looking away. He still didn't avert his eyes. "What? I'm looking at my wife. Got any problem?" His voice was filled with mischief and teasing. She blushed furiously with a shake of her head and began to look outside. But it was not the same anymore.

The tension increased as they reached the top, it stopped every one minute letting them enjoy the view. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she looked at him again, who was staring at her fondly. Their hands were still tightly locked.

"Shall we take a selfie?" Mawra asked to distract herself, they were surrounded by so many people otherwise, she'd have kissed him long ago. With the way he was looking at her, it was hard not to. She opened her mouth to talk something, but was silenced with his surprise kiss.

It was an impulsive move, anyone can see them if they observed keenly, but he couldn't care less.

Ibrahim had a hard time controlling himself, she looked so freaking beautiful in desi dress and he couldn't take it any longer, which ended them in this situation. A loud wail of some baby from their adjacent passenger carrier disturbed them in the background irking Mawra a bit, but they were too involved in the kiss to care about that either.

Their lips moved in sync as he pulled her close to him, she tasted like strawberries and he, coffee. The sudden movement of the ride, makes them pull apart. Before he pecked her lips softly, again and again.

A huge blush formed on her cheeks, as she looked at his eyes, and turned away. Ibrahim made her sit on his lap, for the rest of the ride as they made out passionately. Her lips were swollen at this point. They sat back in the original positions when the ride was about to end whilst breathing heavily.

Ibrahim gave his hands for her to get down, and they walked silently for a while before bursting out laughing. That was such a thrilling ride.

The rest of the night was fun, they enjoyed the alone time a lot. Mawra's blush didn't leave her face the whole time, much to his amusement. They were now going back to the Shah Haveli. The day has been eventful yet filled with happiness and fun. It almost felt too good to be true.

The car ride back to the Haveli went smoothly with them talking about anything and everything. Over time, they've developed this habit of talking with each other about their day, both good and bad. They both will patiently listen when the other person would talk. The car rides were mostly filled with fun these days. It gave them a great chance to communicate more.

"You know... I don't like babies at all." Mawra mumbled in between their talks as she suddenly recollected the wailing baby's noise in between their intense kiss and he was silent for a second whilst staring at her.

"Don't tell that to my mom." Ibrahim joked thinking she was joking too. How can one not like babies, he wondered with a grin.

"Why so?" Something inside her got triggered and she snapped at him.

Ibrahim then explained to her about the whole deal of his marriage and how his mother wanted him to have a baby soon, as he was growing older.

"You never said this before." Mawra's voice was oddly cold.

"Was this the only reason you married me? To give birth to your babies?"

"Am I a baby producing machine or what? I'm not getting pregnant anytime soon, Ibrahim. I don't like babies."

Ibrahim stopped the car at once and glared at her.

"Watch your words, Mawra."

"What? I don't want any kids now. I swear, if your mom comes at me for not conceiving soon, I'll be very mad."

"No one is telling you to get pregnant now, Mawra." he snapped at her in frustration.

"You got married for that reason only know... How can I not worry about that, Ibrahim? I don't want any babies. I don't like them."

"Stop testing my patience, Mawra." Ibrahim shot her a furious glare as he began to drive the car, there was this utter silence for the rest of the ride.

The whole happy mood was spoiled now, and both of them were blaming each other for that.

Nobody said marriage life is going to be easy anyway.