@AainaZaydaan : breast cancer awareness day at the Aaina Zaydaan Foundation, Islamabad.

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When she's pregnant and Zaydaan is well, Zaydaan.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" She asked in excitement. Was he home already?

"In a meeting. Why?" He seemed to be in such a hurry.

He hardly picked up her calls during meetings but with everything that had been going on lately, he had made it a habit to keep his phone with him.

"Uh nothing. Come home early tonight? I have to tell you something." Aaina replied, trying hard to contain her sudden glee.

She heard her husband say something over the phone, then he talked to her again.

"The results are positive?" She heard him question, Aaina rolled her eyes.

Leave it to him to ruin all the surprises.

"How did you even know that?" Aaina ashes, exasperated.

"Because I know everything." He mumbled, voice relatively low.

"Well?" She waited for his response.

"Congratulations." His voice was clipped and tight.

Again? He was giving such a reaction? Again?!

"Are you in a meeting so you can't express yourself or is that the only reaction you can give to me, just like the last time?" She enquired. Because she was going to yell her ass off this time if he actually reacted like that.

She heard him sigh over the phone.

"I am in a meeting, Miss." Miss? Aaina laughed.

"Okay. I'll wait for you at home."

"That would be perfect. We can negotiate then."

He ended the phone call. She just groaned.

Aaina was about to put her phone away in simple annoyance when her phone vibrated, indicating a message. She swiped across the screen, seeing a message from her husband.

Zaydaan. ❤️

To the woman who has my heart and my soul, once again, you have given me the happiness that can not be contained into words. I can just say that my feelings for you exceed day by day. I am glad you're mine, Aaina. And I'm glad Zayla will have another sister. You are no doubt my jaan. I will see you at home. All my love.

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@AlJazeera : Prime Minister Pakistan Zaydaan Ziagil sent over to National Accountability Bureau. The Prime Minister will remain under custody for two weeks. The news comes as a shock to the people.

@ARYNewsOfficial : Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil declared clean by the supreme Court, retaining his Prime Minister status. Sent to NAB for further inquiry. The PM will stay under NAB's custody for two weeks. The Prime Minister was snapped going to the National Accountability Bureau this morning.

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When the Prime Minister is falsely detained and Aaina needs to see her husband.

"Bura waqt aaya hai, Aaina. Guzaarna parega."

(Our time is tough right now, Aaina. We have to get through it.)

"Acha waqt a jayega na?"

(But good times will be back, yes?)

She asked back, Zaydaan nodded. In his heart, he believed that once he got out of this mess, the next game would be his and his only. He would not let Awan pull any other shit.

But for that, he needed to get out of here, he needed that clearance.

"Yes. Only if you buckle up and fight my war for me. I'll be forever in your debt." Zaydaan told her.

She could do that. Her tears weren't worth anything if she didn't fight for him. She had to help him in every way that she could. She could cry all she wanted, she could break down as much as she wanted to, she could worry but at the same time, she had to fight.

"I love you. I'll fight for you. " She replied, without any hesitancy, tears streaming down her face.

"No more tears." He wiped her tears away, she nodded smiling.

"Say it back then." She murmured, he let out a laugh.

"I love you more than you know, meri jaan."

The way he said it, eyes looking at her with all the love in the world, mouth turned into a smile, face relaxed, all his attention on her, that pride on his face. She just, she couldn't.

She let out a deep sigh.

"Ab aise kyun bola? Mera jaana mushkil kar diya yahan se." (Now why did you say it like that. You made it difficult for me to leave this place.)

She complained. He frowned.

"You told me to say it back." He stated. Aaina nodded, pulling at his hand.

"You'll be fine, hmm?" Zaydaan Ziagil could survive anything.

"As long as you're brave." He replied, continuing.

"I want you to leave this place with a smile, not with tears." He said it like an order, she feigned a smile.

"Now go." He ushered her to leave, Aaina didn't have the heart to.

She put her hands on his chest, looking at him. Her head moved forward as she neared her lips to his, breathing out.

"Just, please." She whispered, he gulped.

"There are cameras watching." He reminded her.

"I don't care."

She didn't exactly kiss him, he didn't exactly kiss her but for the next few moments, their lips touched like feathers, their hands were squeezed together and all they could hear was the sound of their own heart beats.

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@PakistanPublicParty :  First lady Aaina Zaydaan will give exclusive details about Zaydaan Ziagil's sudden arrest, political rivalry and injustice against the Ziagil family. Watch live on ARY News tonight at eight.

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When the Prime Minister is back home with his wife and daughter.

After meeting up with the other members of his family, Zaydaan bent down holding his daughter in his arms. The utter relief on his face when he hugged his daughter was enough to lighten everyone's heart, Zayla wrapped her arms around her father's neck as he scooped her up, feeling how heavy she had actually got. She was growing up so fast.

"Baba!" She squealed at him, Zaydaan put his cheek in front of her as she placed a kiss on his scruffy beard.

"Hello, My Princess. How is my perfect girl?" He asked, pinching her cheek.

"I'm good, baba."

"Very nice. And how's mama?" His eyes moved towards her this time as he held out an arm for her. Aaina hesitated, pointing at the cameras.

Zaydaan only shrugged. He put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his chest.

The feeling came back, that heavy feeling of not having him around all for the past two weeks, of knowing that he won't arrive home late at night and be by her side as she slept, of waking up to an empty bed side, all that heaviness came back and she couldn't help as the tears pooled around her eyes once again.

She figured that she was just being hormonal right now, there was no way in hell that a person could cry so much.

Zaydaan clicked his tongue as he felt her sniffle.

"I'm here now. Haven't you cried enough already?" He questioned, making her look up.

"I'm emotional, okay." She defended herself, causing him to chuckle.

The family started to go back inside, Zaydaan and Aaina following them as the Prime Minister released Zayla from his arms.

"You took care of yourself, hmm?" He asked his wife, admiring the way she looked.

He knew she had dressed fancy for him. He appreciated that.

"I did." She softly replied.

"Good, I'm glad." He whispered in the very same tone, his tenderness reserved only for her.

@AainaZaydaan : that happy face because baba's coming home.