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Rehan

My parents had arrived at my house before me, it seemed. And I also saw Saim's car in the driveway. I strode to the front door and unlocked it, taking a deep breath before pushing it open.

Dad was in the hallway and was speaking on the phone, a grim look on his face. "...I don't care what time of the day it is, but I need the photo of the scan removed, am I clear?" 

Down the hall, Mum was also on the phone to someone, running a hand through her hair, anxiously. "You've known me how long, two decades now? Pull some strings. This is about my son and his family. My daughter-in-law was tricked." 

Both my parents looked up at me with sombre expressions. I heard noises from the living room, and setting my laptop bag down by the front door, I headed towards the doorway.

"Bewakoof, kam-aqal, jazbati ladki!" Khadija Aunty was furiously talking to Anabia, who sat huddled on the sofa, sobbing. "Yeh kya kardiya hai tumne?!"

*"Foolish, stupid, emotional girl!"
"What have you done?"

"Anabia, you should have known better." Saim, who sat beside Anabia, shook his head in disappointment. "You know how he is, and you invited him in your home and showed him the scan?" 

"Main marnay waali maaon main se hoti na, to ek zor ka thapad lagati tumhe tumhari bewakoofi pe! Kyun apna ghar bighadne pe tulli hui ho tum, ladki?" Khadija Aunty raised her hand in the action of a slap, but it was more for show. 

*"If I was the type of mothers who hit, I would have slapped you hard for this foolishness of yours! Why are you hell-bent in destroying your home, girl?"

"Mama..." Saim said.

I cleared my throat and they all turned. Aunty suddenly looked pale and anxious; Saim stood up, looking like he was in trouble with a teacher and Anabia looked...terrified.

With a small sob, she got up and brushed past me, heading towards our room.

I strode after her, wordlessly.

"Rehan, remain calm!" Mum called out after me.

I didn't reply. Entering the bedroom, I closed the door. 

And suddenly it was just me and Anabia, and pin-drop silence.

*

Anabia

I am getting divorced after the twins' birth, I just know it. 

I almost whimpered as Rehan closed the door behind him. For a few second, he leaned an arm against it, keeping his back towards me. 

"What happened, Anabia?" He asked. "Tell me the full details, do not leave anything out."

I sank down on the bed, grabbing a pillow and holding it against my chest. "He came over- I don't know how he got our address. He said he was coming over to see me one last time..." I explained in detail everything that had occurred. How Zohaib Waleed had asked to see my scan because he wouldn't be able to meet my twins in person; how he had acted out that he was coughing and I had gone to get water. When I had returned, he might already have taken the photo of my twins' scan because he immediately got up to leave. Less than forty minutes after he had left, Mama had called me, practically screaming at me, asking me how I could do something as foolish as release my twins' scan on the media. 

By the time I had finished narrating the whole thing, Rehan was sitting at the foot of the bed, his back towards me, leaning his forearms on his knees.

I started sobbing hard, burying my face in the pillow, loud and painful cries escaping my mouth as tears endlessly rolled down my cheeks. My guilt and self-loathing for my argument with Rehan, and my heartbreak and shattered trust (once again) made me want to cry until my heart stopped beating. "Allah!" My pure stupidity had exposed such a personal scan of mine to the public eye. "Ya Allah!" I glanced up towards the ceiling, my heart silently begging my Creator for some relief from this pain, from this constant cycle of hurt that Zohaib Waleed had caused in my life. And then I felt a strong arm wrap around my shoulders, before I was pulled against him. "I'm sorry, I'm s-s-so, so sorry."

"Anya." With his other hand, he began to stroke the side of my head affectionately.

His use of my nickname made me cry harder. 

"Anya, it's okay." He kissed the top of my head. "Look at me."

"No." 

"Look at me, come on."

"No. I don't want to see the look of hatred in your eyes." I muttered, burying my face against his shirt.

To my surprise, he chuckled. "Anya, look at me." 

I looked up at him, frowning in confusion. He looked amused and his gaze was soft. There was not even a trace of irritation on his face, let alone hatred. "Why do you not look like you want to utter the 'Talaq' words?" 

*Talaq: divorce.

He scoffed. "I'm not letting you go that easily, Anya." 

"Are you not mad at me? I'm bewakoof, kam-aqal and jazbati, as per my own mother." 

"I agree with jazbati..." He said. "You are emotional, but I don't consider it a negative trait...but Anya, there are people who take advantage of emotional people. And that is what happened with you."

"Does he not even have an ounce of love for me?" I felt fresh tears in my eyes. "The way he emotionally manipulated me, took photos of the scan I showed him because he is the twins' Nana, and then how he leaked it immediately?" I felt sick. My twins had been exposed to the world, in the most personal way possible, due to my own negligence, by my own father. "What are we going to do? How could I be so stupid?!" 

"Anya, there's no point in beating yourself up for this." He gently pulled back, keeping his hands on my upper arms. 

"It's my fault for being so damn stupid!" I snapped, standing up. "But he should not have done this! He messed with my twins and I will not spare him!" I angrily wiped away the tears using the back of my hand. I had no idea what I was going to do. What could I do? I was helpless, just one person against the power of media and social media. Within an hour, the photo Zohaib Waleed took had spread across the media like wild fire.

Rehan placed his hands on my hips, standing behind me. "Don't worry, Anya. He messed with the wrong family. You really think I am going to let him get away with this?" 

I turned and wrapped my arms around him. Resting my head on his chest, I started sobbing again. "I'm so sorry, Rehan."

He pulled away slightly and looked at me seriously, while still holding onto me. "Anya, I'm not going to pretend that you're completely faultless. You should have known better, jaan." 

"I know." I whispered, dropping my gaze.

"But I haven't been raised to make any already apologetic person feel worse. You feel genuinely guilty about everything, so don't expect me to start screaming at you." He said. "But, I will tell you to, please, learn to differentiate between who's genuinely on your side and who's not."

I nodded, snuggling deeper against him, seeking the comfort and safety that he always provided, no matter how idiotic I'd been.

****

It was almost one at night, but it might as well have been the middle of the day for our family.

Rehan, Saim and Uncle were in the formal living room, having coffee. Mama, Nina Aunty and I were in the family living room near the back of the house. I was sitting on the armchair in my reading corner, while our mothers sat on the sofa, quietly talking. Yasin was back at the Tariq family home as he had university in the morning, whereas Laila had already been visiting her parents and was still there.

I was dozing off but I could still hear the quiet conversation.

"You cannot completely blame here, Khadija. At the end of the day, he's her father, so she got manipulated by him." Nina Aunty was saying.

"I cannot even believe that this silly girl had fought with Rehan for that disgraceful man!" Mama was sounding annoyed.

"I am sure she has learnt now that there are times when even the most highest regarded of relationships don't come through for us." Nina Aunty said. "I can see that she feels bad. Let it be, Khadija." There was a slight pause. "Anabia, my darling, go to your room and sleep. It doesn't look very comfortable here."

I got up and slowly trudged past the two. I felt Mama glaring at me, but I didn't meet her gaze. 

I performed the night routine and changed into my flannel night-suit before getting into bed. As I glanced at my phone, I saw countless missed calls and messages from Hareem.

<Hareem: Are you okay?! I saw on the effing media!>

<Hareem: I'm gonna give you and your family space, but I will be there tomorrow to see you, In Sha Allah. I'm back in London, BTW!>

<Hareem: Please answer. Give me a middle-finger gesture if necessary, but I'm seriously stressed out.>

I glanced up at the ceiling, feeling my eyes fill up again.

<Anabia: 😭 I've messed up, Harry.>

<Hareem: What happened?>

<Anabia: We'll talk in the morning, but all I can tell you is: Zohaib Waleed:>

<Hareem: 🤬🤬🤬 I swear, that man is giving the Shaitan a run for his money when it comes to evilness.>

The door opened and Rehan stood in the doorway. "Anya, I'm gonna set up the rooms upstairs for everyone, so I'll be a while. You okay?" 

"Everyone's staying?"

He nodded. "I'd rather they not go home at this time of the night, so they'll stay." 

I smiled weakly. For some reason, I felt a safe bubble around me knowing that all my family was around. "That's good. Shall I come and help?"

"No, it's okay. You got to sleep, okay?" 

I nodded, and snuggled deeper under the duvet, turning on my side. I heard the sound of the door closed, but instead of leaving, he had come in and I heard him approach the bed. Leaning down, he ran a hand over my head. 

"Our twins have so many people to fight for any misdeed against them, Ma Sha Allah." He whispered.

I turned on my back and looked up at him. 

"Stop looking so sad, okay?" He leaned further down and kissed my forehead. "I'm gonna take care of this. Trust me." 

"You should hate me, Rehan."

"I hate the man who broke the trust of his innocent daughter without thinking twice. You gave him a chance, and he acted like a snake."

"I'll never forgive him." I tear ran down the side of my face. 

He glanced over his shoulder. "I better go before our mothers start doing all the work." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Go to sleep. Don't wait up." 

I didn't because I couldn't. 

I dozed off a few seconds after the door closed behind him.

*

I woke up again at around three feeling thirsty. Rehan was now asleep beside me, his back to me. I grabbed my phone and used its torch to make my way out of the room and down the narrow hall to the kitchen. This was one benefit of having a bedroom downstairs, albeit temporary. 

When I was making my way back to the bedroom, I saw the light of the formal living room on at the front of the house. Frowning, I made my way there and as I entered the room, my heart sank. Saim was dozing off while sitting on the sofa, his phone almost slipping from his hand.

"Saim?" I tapped his shoulder lightly, and he woke up with a start. "What are you doing here? Didn't Rehan sort out a room for Salay Sahab?" I smiled weakly, sitting down beside him.

He also smiled, just as weakly. "He did, of course. I just couldn't sleep."

"Clearly." I narrowed my eyes at him. "What's going on?" 

"I just can't absorb everything that has happened, Ana. I can't believe that our own father did that to you! I mean, I shouldn't be surprised, but..." He frowned deeply. "We can't curse him because it's a sin, and yet I can't even pray for him because the dua won't be genuine." 

"He fooled me, Saim. I'm weak. You would never have fallen for it."

"You're not weak, Ana. You have a big, caring, loving heart. You tried to give him a chance for the sake of the blood that binds us to him, but he took advantage of you. People who cannot be loyal to their own blood are the worst kinds of humans, in my opinion." He yawned. "Hey, do you have snacks?" 

I grinned. "Is that even a question? You really think there won't be snacks in the house of Anabia Rehan?" 

He laughed. "What do you have?"

"Come on. Let's raid the cupboards!" 

I led the way into the kitchen, my misery briefly forgotten. I was with my Terror Twin, one of my happiest places. The people I was with were included in the list of the most important people in my life. I had everyone with me. Alhumdulillah.

"Bloody hell, Ana, that's a lot of snackery!" He whistled lowly as he stared into the cupboard.

"What in the world is snackery?" I wrinkled my nose at him.

"The stocking up of snacks should be called 'snackery', in my opinion." He reached out to grab a bag of Doritos Chilli Heatwave. "You want one?" 

"No, thanks. I'll have a banana." I walked over to the kitchen isle and grabbed a banana from the fruit basket. "Juice?" 

"Sure."

I poured out two glasses of orange juice, and we sat on the stools by the isle, munching our snacks and sipping our drinks. "I really thought Rehan was going to divorce me."

Saim scoffed. "I'd eat a live frog if that happens."

"You're gross."

"You're silly for even thinking that." He shook his head. 

"Poor frog."

He laughed. "Why? You and I both know that's not going to happen." 

I reached out and sneaked a chip from him.

"Hey!" He lightly smacked my hand. "Get your own!"

"I can't be bothered." I managed to take two and smiled angelically.

"You chudail." 

I giggled. 

"Ana, no matter what, I'll always have your back, okay?" He suddenly turned serious.

"I know, Saim. And I'll always have yours." I glanced down at my baby bump. "You're right: being a twin is also one of the best things to happen to me. And I feel so happy that my kids will have the same blessing in their lives. In Sha Allah and Alhumdulillah."

"When are you going to find out the gender or genders of this set of Terror Twins?" 

"Soon, In Sha Allah."

He grinned. "They're lucky to have a Mamu like me."

"They're lucky to have all of you. Alhumdulillah." 

"But mainly me." He burst out laughing, making me roll my eyes.

*

It was Fajr by the time I got back. Rehan had already performed wudhu and was now going to the formal living room to pray with Uncle and Saim.

I sat on a chair and prayed, unable to sit on the floor and pray. As I made dua, I couldn't stop my tears. "Oh Allah, Oh Lord of the Worlds, you know that my intentions were pure. I didn't even think that he would leak the scan..." I sobbed. "Oh Allah, always protect my children, my family. Allah, forgive me for hurting Rehan without meaning to. I was in a difficult place, Ya Rabb, having to choose between him and my father. I fell for his act, believed that he really wanted forgiveness, and I was willing to forgive him for Your Sake, Allah. But I can't deal with this anymore. It hurts too much! Zohaib Waleed has caused way too many wounds in my heart, and it just doesn't stop hurting." I was sobbing so much that I felt like my heart would stop from the pain of betrayal. How did a father do this to his own biological daughter?!  Placing my hands on my face, I cried endlessly.

My heart felt a little at ease after the prayer. It'll be dawn soon, In Sha Allah. All the darkness will melt away, leaving only light in its wake. That's how our lives are, like day and night; sometimes light, sometimes dark. But neither day or night remains permanently. If good times don't last, bad times don't either. Zohaib Waleed had done the worst that he could do to me. Now, the darkness that he represents in my life will fade away, leaving behind nothing but light. In Sha Allah.

*

Third Person POV

"Who is she?" Sharmeen glared at Zohaib as he walked inside the home he shared with her and their daughters.

"Who?" He asked casually, hanging his coat up on the coat rack by the front door.

"The one who has been gifting you expensive gifts and the one you've been with during the nights." Sharmeen pursed her lips together.

"Quit nagging me, woman." He muttered. 

"You think I'm stupid? You think I don't remember how we ended up together, Zohaib Waleed?" She frowned. 

"You should have thought about that before going after a married man." He chuckled, walking into the kitchen.

She followed him. "Did you leak the scan of Anabia's babies?" 

"Sometimes desperate measures must be taken for survival. I had to do things to keep a roof over our heads. Be grateful for that."

Sharmeen remembered a dream she had last night. A vaguely familiar elderly woman had been talking to her in that dream, a distant relative. She had mentioned Makafaat-e-Amal, the concept of what goes around comes around. 

"Get on the straight path before you start a downhill journey, Sharmeen. The straight path takes you up a hill and the walk is strenuous, but the reward is worth it. The downhill walk is easier, but the result is worse than your worst nightmare."

"You got money for leaking her scan?" Her voice trembled.

"Of course." Zohaib shrugged. "And it's not like it's going to do any harm. I didn't leak a photo of her children after they were born!"

"You got the money, but it came with a very heavy price, Zohaib." She whispered.

"Anabia will get over it."

"I'm not talking about that. I am talking about her badua. Hamare baday bazurg kehte aaye hain ke baaz aukaat hum jab kisi ko takleef dain, to anjaane main his sahi, laikin uske dil se badua nikalti hai aur seedha arsh pe pohanchti hai. Us badua se darna chahiye. Allah ke kehar se darna chahiye."

*"Our elders said that sometimes when we cause someone pain, then albeit unknowingly, their hurt curses you, and the curse goes straight to the Heavens. We should fear that curse. We should fear Allah's wrath."

He scoffed, before roughly grabbing her arm. "Were you scared? Did you fear Allah when you went after someone's husband? Mujhe darane se behtar hai tum apne gireban main jhank kar dekhlo, Sharmeen."

*"Rather than scaring me, have a look in the mirror yourself, Sharmeen."

"These deeds of ours will come back to us, Zohaib. To our daughters."

"Allah na kare meri Mariyam aur Fiza pe koi bhi takleef aaye." Zohaib snapped at her for even thinking such a thing.

*"God forbid that any trouble/pain befalls Mariyam and Fiza."

Sharmeen's eyes filled up. "What did Anabia do to you?" Her eyes filled with tears of shame. 

"She led me to my destruction by refusing Adam's marriage proposal! All my current problems in my life are caused by her!" 

"You supported her with her choice to marry Rehan!" 

"I didn't know that this decision would destroy me, Sharmeen! If I had, I would have made her marry Adam, even if I had to point a gun at her head!" 

Realisation crashed down on Sharmeen and she backed away slightly. "If Mariyam causes you such a loss, you'll do the same with her as well? And Fiza? You will do everything to punish anyone who causes you monetary loss, regardless of who it is!"

"I do it for us!" He yelled.

"If you do it for us, why are you cheating on me?!" She screamed in his face.

Zohaib breathed rapidly, nostrils flaring as he glared at her. 

"Mum?" 

They turned and saw Mariyam standing in the doorway, frowning. Zohaib growled with rage as he saw her outfit: a tight black knee-length skirt with black translucent tights and a cropped turtle-neck plum sweater. 

"What the f**k are you wearing?" He yelled.

"Do not use that language with my daughter!" Sharmeen snapped at him.

"You are not stepping out of this house dressed like that." Zohaib warned Mariyam, stepping threateningly towards her.

"Zohaib!" Sharmeen stepped between him and their older daughter.

"Since when are you such a Father of the Year?" Mariyam sneered. "After leaking Anabia's personal scans, you have no right to pretend to be a father to anyone, certainly not to daughters."

"Since when are you two showing sympathy for her?" Zohaib glanced between Sharmeen and Mariyam.

"She's your biological daughter to, and look at everything that you've done to her! It's not about sympathy for her, it's about what to expect from you when you need money again!" Mariyam was arguing back in full volume, completely disregarding the fact that she was speaking to her father.

"Mariyam, you go..." Sharmeen told her, gently. 

"She's not going anywhere like that!" Zohaib shouted.

"What kind of a disgusting prick sells his pregnant daughter's scans?" Mariyam continued her tirade. "Oh right, the same man who would sell off the same daughter for half a million quid."

"With all the financial burdens you brats are going to be, the least you can do is be financially beneficial for your father!" He roared.

A deadly silence fell over the kitchen. 

"I don't know who you are banging these days, but it's best if you stay with her." Mariyam spat out bitterly.

The sound of a slap radiated in the kitchen as Zohaib took his frustration out on Mariyam.

"Zohaib!" Sharmeen shoved him backwards. "Leave! Get out of here and never come back. I will be filing for Khula. For the sake of the years we spent together, I will not take any action now, but if you ever raise your hand on me or my daughters in the future, I will call the police." 

But it was too late. Sobbing, Mariyam had already dialled 999. "I would like the police please. My father is physically abusing me."

With one hateful glance at Sharmeen, Zohaib rushed out. 

*

Anabia

"ANA!" 

Hareem's shout made me head into the foyer, and the next thing I knew, she was throwing her arms around me. Saim had opened the door for her and she had sped in like Flash or something.

"That filthy, manipulative rotten egg!" Hareem muttered in my shoulder. "I can't believe he did that to you!" 

I smiled at her choice of words. "You didn't have to come by so early, Harry. You must be jet lagged."

She rolled her eyes. "Cut the formalities. Where can we talk in peace?" 

I took her upstairs to the room which was going to be my future bedroom, the actual Master bedroom of the house. My parents-in-law had already left for work, while still contacting their various contacts regarding the leaking of my scan.

It was the most spacious room in the house, probably almost the size of our entire upper floor at Mama's house. Bright and airy, it had large floor-to-ceiling windows on the wall across from where the entrance to the room was, with a white chaise lounge chair set up just in front of it, behind which were bookshelves that were ready to be stocked with all our favourite books. The floors were dark wood laminated with a large white rug underneath the huge double bed, that was just to the right of the entrance. Besides the bed were two beautiful bedside tables with gorgeous sconce lights as bedside table lamps. Just by the bed was the door that led to the walk-in-wardrobe and the en-suite. The wall to the far right consisted of doors that led out onto the balcony. The huge open space in front of the balcony doors was like a mini sitting room, with a huge plasma TV, and beautiful white sofas with multicoloured throw cushions and a coffee table. At one end of this 'sitting room', just besides the bookshelves was the desk.

"Whoa, what a room, Ma Sha Allah." Hareem breathed out. "Are you going to move in here after the babies?" 

I nodded. "Yeah, the twins' nursery will be right next to our room. But obviously, the first years, they'll be here in their cots, In Sha Allah." I led her to the sitting area and we sat down. I didn't waste time; I started telling her everything, including how Zohaib Waleed had called me and manipulated me, which led me to fight with Rehan. I ended with how Mama had called me and screamed at me about leaking my scans.

"I thought my dad was bad. Yours is a whole new level of psychopathic." She said quietly, once I was done.

"I feel calm now. My family is with me. Before leaving, Tariq Uncle reassured me that he and Nina Aunty will take care of it. Rehan is with me. My Mama, Saim and Laila are with me.  You are there for me. I'm surrounded by loved ones, Alhumdulillah, but most of all, I have Allah with me."

"Watch...he's gonna end up alone one day and all his deeds will come back to him." 

"I am going to leave this matter to Allah. I don't want to think negatively anymore. I have a beautiful future to look forward to, In Sha Allah." I ran a hand over my baby bump.

"In Sha Allah." Hareem whispered softly.

"So, you tell me...how was the US trip?" I grinned cheekily.

"It's a very unique and fun way to get to know someone in a place where they've grown up. Places where we grow up are often a reflection of us, I feel." She pulled her knees up against her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "Emaad grew up just outside the side, in a quiet little community. Some of his neighbours still recognised him and waved to him. There were so many kind, caring and helpful people. I'm not surprised that he grew up in a place like that."

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I called out.

I heard footsteps and Mama came in, carrying a tray of snacks and glasses of juice.

"Aunty, seriously?!" Hareem jumped up to her feet immediately and rushed over to take the tray from her. "What's with the formality?" 

"You know me, beta. If there are guests, I have to show hospitality. Since Anabia is pregnant, I stepped up to take the responsibility." Mama ran a hand over Hareem's head, as my best friend set the tray down onto the coffee table. "How was your trip, Hareem?" 

"Mujhe to abhi bhi nahin yakeen hota ke hamari choti si Hareem ab shaadi shuda hai, Ma Sha Allah." Mama smiled warmly at her.

*"I still don't believe that our little Hareem is married now, Ma Sha Allah."

Hareem laughed. "Mamma still can't believe that Faiz Bhai is married, and he's been married for ten years Ma Sha Allah!" 

"I can understand." Mama sighed. "Our children grow up too quickly..."

After a while, as the two chatted, I stood up. "I'm going to lie in bed for a bit, but carry on talking. I'm listening." I yawned and trudged to the bed that had not yet been slept in. My eyes started to drift shut as my head hit the pillow, even as Mama and Hareem talked quietly.

*

I woke up in the darkness, gasping. I felt disorientated, not knowing where I was. Looking around, I saw the streetlight pouring in through the window directly opposite the bed, as he curtains were still pushed aside. Now I remembered that I was in my future bedroom.

I lay on my back for a few moments, closing my eyes again. I was at peace. And then I realised something. My twins...

I glanced down at my flat stomach. Where are my twins? What the hell?

A creak to my left made me turn and I saw a dark silhouette of a man, and through the dim light, I saw him holding two babies in his arms. He stepped into the light and I saw the demonic smirk on Zohaib Waleed's face. "They're mine now. They belong to their beloved Nana." 

*

I woke up with a scream. I was sweating profusely. Immediately as I woke up again, I started sobbing. 

The room was lit up by one bedside lamp on the other side of the bed, and the curtains were pulled to cover the windows and the balcony doors. I sat up, breathing hard, my eyes scanning the entirety of the room. 

I got up and headed out of the room and then downstairs. The house was empty and quiet. Where is everyone? Where is Rehan? I found my phone in the reading corner and picked it up to call him. I felt nervous as the phone kept on ringing on the other side. 

"Assalam Alaikum. Anabia?" Rehan answered. 

"Walaikum Assalam." I could hear some background noise behind him. "Where are you?"

"I'm just at the supermarket, picking up some groceries. You okay? You need anything?" 

"Have Mama and Saim left?"

"Yeah, you were asleep so they didn't disturb you." He replied. "Mama made dinner before she left, so why don't you have something? I'll be there soon."

"When you come, come straight to our future bedroom upstairs. I really like that room, Rehan." 

"I'll be there." 

*

Rehan

When I got home, I put the groceries away and washed my hands. Walking to the stairs, I called out. "Anya, did you have dinner?" Hearing no reply, I headed upstairs. "Anya?" I pushed the door of our future bedroom open and stepped inside.

My eyebrows rose in surprise as I saw the view in front of me. Only the bedside table lamps were on, and Anya was resting on the chaise lounge, wearing a bathrobe and scrolling on her phone. She looked up as I entered and sat up, her hair loose around her face and cascading down her back. "This is such a beautiful room." She whispered, standing up. " I like it more than the downstairs bedroom." 

I walked towards her, as if under an enchantment of some sort. "What are your intentions, Mrs Rehan?"

She tilted her head, smiling. "We had a serious argument...and I suggest that we make up properly." She reached for the hem of my long-sleeved navy blue shirt, her gaze locked with mine. "Don't you agree?" 

A slow smile appeared on my face and I took another step closer to her.

"Since I made some mistakes, I think I'll take charge tonight." She whispered. "You okay with that?" A teasing glint appeared in her eyes.

"Lead the way."

She put both her hands on my chest and slowly started to push me backwards. Just as I felt the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed, she reached down and pulled at the hem of my shirt again, pulling it off now. Then she untied the knot of her robe, sliding it off her shoulders until she wore nothing but her undergarments. With a soft giggle, she pushed me onto the bed, before straddling me. 

And for the first time ever, we made love in our future bedroom...commencing the start of many happy, loving and intimate moments that we should share in this room for years to come, In Sha Allah.

*

We were just falling asleep after praying Fajr, and I was spooning her when I felt something underneath my hand.

"Is that the movement of the babies?" I muttered, sleepily propping up on my elbow.

"Yep. I wanted to tell you this, but all the drama happened. I've started to feel our babies' movements, Rehan." Her voice was groggy, but I heard a hint of a smile.

"Ma Sha Allah." I couldn't keep the grin off my face. "And later today, we'll find out what we're having, In Sha Allah."

"Will you still love me unconditionally when our babies are born?" She placed a hand on my cheek in the darkness. 

I kissed the palm of her hand. "I'll love you till the day I die, and even after that because In Sha Allah, I hope to reunite with you in Jannah. So, I will technically love you for all eternity."

"Rehan, no matter what happens, prioritise our twins." She suddenly sounded like she was about to cry. "I never, ever want them to feel unloved." 

I felt concerned about her words, but I pushed the thought away. "In Sha Allah, our twins will be loved unconditionally by both of us...along with any future kids."

She giggled. "Slow down, I'm already carrying two. Don't be greedy."

I laughed as well. "What can I do? I'm a family man." I kissed her shoulder. "I love you so much, Anya."

"I love you too." 

We kissed for a long time in the darkness, my heart feeling like it was overflowing with love for my wife and my unborn twins. 

May Allah always keep my family healthy and safe. May Allah erase all sadness, pain and sorrow from Anya's life and give her all the happiness in the world. Ameen.

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It was finally happening.

We were about to find out what we were having.

In the dimly lit room, Anabia was lying down with her trousers lowered and her shirt lifted up to her chest. The sonographer was running a probe over her belly, with all of us staring at the ultrasound screen. My wife was holding my hand, her fingers cold. She was very nervous and it was obvious in her facial expressions.

The sonographer smiled, before turning to look at Anabia, then me. "Mr and Mrs Rehan, you two are having..."

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I am sorry! I had to end this chapter here! I feel sadistic lol, but I planned this chapter ending a long time ago.

Let's have a final opinion. #TeamBoyGirl #TeamBoys #TeamGirls?

Did you expect Rehan to behave calmly, or did you expect another fight?

Well, it seems like Zohaib's deed are slowly starting to catch up to him...

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