Daastan Khatam Hone Wali Hai
Tum Meri Aakhri Mohabbat Ho

***

Hanan sat in a chair beside the hospital bed, a wide smile on his face. The soft hum of medical equipment filled the room. In his arms, Shahnan lay bundled up in a cozy baby blanket. Hanan gently kissed Shahnan's tiny hands, eliciting delighted coos from the newborn.

"Who's my little Baloo? Yes, you are! You're Daddy's Baloo!" Hanan used a baby voice, making Shahnan respond with happy grunts.

Playfully, Hanan nuzzled his nose against Shahnan's tiny one, prompting the baby to erupt into even more coos. Shahnan's eyes sparkled with pure innocence.

As Hanan continued to bond with Shahnan, the hospital room door creaked open, and Ayat stepped in with Ayla. She watched the heartwarming scene before her, feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude. A soft smile graced her lips as she thanked her Almighty for this beautiful family.

Hanan looked up to them, giving them a huge smile. Putting Shahnan in the cot, Hanan walked to Ayat and wrapped his arm around her.

"Ho gaye test?" He asked, as they walked over the bed.

(You are done with the test?)

"Haan ho gaye, ab aap aram kariye." Ayla answered on Ayat's behalf, then she suggested Ayat. Ayla went to the cot and kissed Shahnan's face. "Ab hum chalein, round pe jana hai." And she left.

(Yes, now you rest.)

(I should go now,)

Hanan once more cradled Shahnan in his arms. Ever since Shahnan was born, Hanan couldn't bear to put him down; he always longed to hold his son. Their eyes locked, and Ayat detected a mischievous glint in Hanan's grey eyes.

"Ayat, yeh kitna pyara hai. Mera dil chah raha hai 2-3 aur kar lete hain," Hanan said, hugging Shahnan close to him and kissing his head.

(Ayat, he is so adorable. My heart is tempting me to have 2-3 more.)

Ayat's smile faded as she stared at Hanan. "2-3?" she asked in a throaty voice.

"2 nahi 3, 4 babies perfect," Hanan replied, and sat beside her.

(3 not 2, 4 babies would be perfect.)

"Kya kehti ho?" Excitedly, he asked.

(What do you say?)

"Nahi!" Ayat slowly shook her head, bursting his bubble.

(No!)

"Kyu?" Hanan's face fell.

(Why?)

"Yaar, dekho mujhe iklauta beta toh nahi chahiye. Sari zindagi ikloute ke chakkar mein bohot phasa hoon. Mujhe toh dherr sarey babies chahiye."

(Hey, I don't want just one son, you know. I've been stuck with being only one son all my life. I want lots of babies.)

"Aur dekho na yeh kitna pyara hai. Aise aur honge toh kitna achha lagega na." He turned to Shahnan, lifting his tiny hand and turned to Ayat with convincing eyes.

(And look how adorable he is. It would be nice to have more of these.)

Ayat couldn't help but chuckle at Hanan's enthusiasm. She placed her hand on Shahnan's chest. "Baby hai, Hanan, pancake nahi ki ek achha laga 2-3 aur bana lein. Abhi ke liye ek hi sahi hai."

(He is a baby, Hanan, not pancakes that you can make a few more. For now, one is just fine.)

Hanan's face fell as he looked at Shahnan, then back at Ayat. "Lekin mujhe ek baby nahi chahiye," he insisted.

(But I don't want one baby.)

"Hanan, inko aye hue abhi ek week hi hua hai. Abhi kya jaldi hai. Baad mein soch lenge. Aur zyada 3 4 ke khwab na dekhein, 2 kafi honge," Ayat said with a smile, touching his cheek. But then said in warning tone.

(Hanan, it's been only one week. What's the hurry? We will think of this later. And don't dream of 3 4 babies, we'll have only 2 kids.)

Now, Hanan understood her point, and he nodded.

"Woh baad mein dekhenge 2 karna hai ya 4, Lekin mujhe lagta hai close age ke siblings better rehte hain. Ek sath larhte hue bade ho jayenge," Hanan explained, picking Shahnan's hand and telling her.

(That we'll talk about later if we should 2 babies or 4! But I want the babies to be close of age, so they all grow up together while fighting.)

"La... larhte hue?" Ayat asked with furrowed brows.

(Fi.. fighting?)

"I mean khelte hue. Mere aur Kabir ki tarah," Hanan corrected himself, but Ayat gave him a sharp look, knowing very well that he meant 'fight.'

(I mean playing. Like Kabir and me.)

Just then, Shahnan, who had been observing this exchange with wide eyes, let out a gurgling giggle. His laughter filled the room, melting Ayat and Hanan's hearts. They both turned their attention to Shahnan, their faces breaking into matching smiles.

"Haina, Baloo, tumhe bhi chote bhai behen chahiye," Hanan said, touching Shahnan's lips.

(Right, Baloo, you also want younger siblings.)

"Baloo? Kaha se atey hain yeh sab naam apko, Hanan?" Ayat, who was patting Shahnan's chest, asked.

(From where you get such names?)

"Pyara haina," Hanan's eyes gleamed as he looked at Ayat.

(It's cute,)

"Bilkul bhi nahi. Bhalu sound kar raha hai. Inhe inke naam se hi bulaye," Ayat laughed, shaking her head.

(Absolutely not. Call him by his name.)

"Yaar, main nahi bula raha Shahnan. Shah aisa lagta hai jaise main papa ka naam le raha hoon, Shahnan toh mere naam jaisa lagta hai. Mere liye Baloo better hai. Mera chota baloo," Hanan announced, kissing Shahnan's forehead.

(I am not gonna call him Shahnan. Shah sounds like Papa's name, and Shahnan sounds like mine. Baloo is better for me. My little Baloo.)

Shahnan cooed in agreement, as if he understood the joy and happiness he had brought into their lives.

•••

The Khan haveli was adorned with an air of celebration that had been absent for months, ever since the passing of Naziya Khan. Family members had gathered together, both to welcome Ayat back home from the hospital and to celebrate the arrival of the new baby.

Outside, the gentlemen of the family exchanged stories and laughter, while inside, the ladies formed a tight-knit circle around Ayat. All showering her and the baby with love and attention.

"Laiye, hume dijiye, delivery ke baad se toh humne liya hi nahi apne bhanje ko." Ayla couldn't contain her excitement, and asked to hold the baby.

(Give him to me. I didn't get a chance a to hold my nephew after delivery.)

Ayat gently passed Shahnan into Ayla's waiting arms. However, as soon as Ayla held the baby, her own son, Kian, started crying, his little face contorted in discomfort, as he come to Ayla. "Mamma!"

It was clear he didn't like his mother holding someone else. Tears have streamed down on is face.

"Arey," Ayla got scared, quickly, but carefully, she passed Shahnan back to Ayat, and picked up Kian.

"Kya hua, Kian? Dekhiye, apka chota bhai haina, aap ro kyu rahe hain." She trying to comfort Kian with soothing words, explaining that the baby is his little brother and that they would all love and take care of him together. But Kian's cries persisted, and he clung to his mother. Even Ayat momentarily forgot about her son, and looked worried for Kian.

(What happened, Kian? Look, he is your little brother, why are you crying?)

"Hum abhi aye, inko zara Kaif ko de dein." Ayla got up and leaves the living room, knowing very well that Kian isn't going to calm down anytime soon.

(I'll just come, I'll give him to Kaif.)

"Kian ko thora waqt lagega samajhne mein ki ab woh sabse chota nahi raha." Hamna commented with a smile.

(It would take some time for Kian to understand he isn't the youngest one anymore.)

"Kaif bhi toh aisa hi tha." Rukhsar chuckled and added. "Rehnuma jab hui thi ussey bilkul nahi pasand tha mera Rehnuma ko lena, bohot rota tha."

(Kaif was same.)

(He never liked when I hold Rehnuma, he used to cry a lot.)

"Hairat ki baat hai, itni shorr mein bhi Shahnan itne aram se so raha hai." Rehnuma looked at the baby in Ayat's arms and said.

(It's surprising, Shahnan is sleeping so peacefully even with all this noise.)

Ayat, now remembered her son, and quickly looked down, and put her hand on Shahnan's cheek. Indeed, Shahnan was still sleeping, breathing peacefully. Which brought smile on Ayat's face.

"Arsalan aur Huda toh zara si ahat pe uth jate the." Rehnuma shared the story of her kids.

(Arsalan and Huda used to wake up even on slightest noise.)

"Eifa aur Ehan bhi toh, khaskar Kabir ki awaz pe. Abhi bhi so rahe hote hain, aur Kabir office se atey hain, unke ek Salam pe uth jate hain dono." Shyra added.

(Eifa and Ehan too, especially when they hear Kabir's voice. They used to sleep but when Kabir comes home and says Salan, both of them wake up instantly.)

Ayat was listening attentively, wanting to learn from their experiences.

"Ayat, bura na manna par sab theek haina." Rehnuma's voice startled her, as Ayat looked at her with confusion. "Mera matlab itne shorr mein Shahnan kaise so raha..."

(Ayat, please don't mind but is everything okay?)

(I mean even after so much noise, Shahnan is sleeping...)

"Rehnuma!" Before she could complete her sentence, Rukhsar stopped her.

"Sab bachhe alag hote hain." Rukhsar gave her daughter a tight look, and told her.

(Ever child is different.)

Everyone in the living room were offended by Rehnuma's words. Khushnuma and Rubab specially.

"Waise bhi ammi batati thi Azlan bhai bhi aise hi the, woh bachpan mein zyada nahi rote the." Khushnuma added. She put her hand over Shahnan's chest protectively.

(Ammi used to tell that Azlan bhai was same.)

Everyone in the room were slightly offended. But Ayat was confused, as she had missed the meaning behind Rehnuma's words. She was waiting for someone to explain her everything.

"Ayat, mujhe toh do Shahnan ko." Shyra decided to lighten up the mood, as she gave Ayat a warm smile, and extended her arms out.

(Ayat, give Shahnan to me.)

"Yeh lijiye," Ayat, always happy to share the joy of her baby, gently passed her son into Shyra's welcoming arms.

(Here,)

"Eifa, Ehan!" Shyra called her twins over. With twinkles in their eyes, they were eager to meet their new cousin, unlike Kian. With them, Rehnuma's daughter, Huda also came.

"Yeh dekho, Ayat chachi ka baby." Shyra introduced the baby with pride.

(Look, Ayat chachi's baby.)

Ehan, ever curious, looked closely at the baby and commented, "White hai."

(He is white,)

Eifa, who had her own unique perspective, chimed in, "chuhe jaisa!"

(Like rat!)

"Stuart!" Huda commented.

They've recently watched Stuart Little, now they were comparing Shahnan to Stuart.

The room erupted in laughter at the innocent and amusing observations of the children.

"Hanan Ayat ko bohot Chuhiya bulata tha na. Ab uske bete ko bula rahe hain yeh log chuha." Hamna commented.

(Hanan used to tease Ayat a lot by calling her mouse, now they are calling his son mouse.)

Ayat, though still puzzled by Rehnuma's words, couldn't help but join in the laughter.

"Woh khud hi Shah ko chuha bula rahe the." Ayat told them, which make everyone laugh harder.

(Even he called Shah mouse.)

Eifa's big hazel eyes were fixated on Shahnan, with a mischievous glint in her eye, Eifa slowly extended her little finger and poked Shahnan's fluffy cheeks.

Instantly, Shahnan Azlan Khan's eyelids fluttered open, and he blinked in surprise at this sudden intrusion into his peaceful slumber.

"Eifa," Shyra, caught off guard by her daughter's boldness, was about to scold Eifa. But when she met Shahnan's gaze, her words got stuck in her throat. His eyes were captivating.

"Masha'Allah, iski ankhein kitni pyari hain," Shyra whispered, her voice filled with awe. She leaned down to get a closer look at those mesmerizing eyes, and put her hand on Shahnan's cheek.

(Masha'Allah, his eyes are so beautiful.)

Rehnuma and Hamna, who hadn't saw Shahnan's eyes either, leaned closer.

"Masha'Allah," Hamna whisperers.

Shahnan's eyes were a unique blend of his parents' features. He had inherited his father's roguish grey eyes, but there was a hint of blue in them, just like his mother's. The combination created a captivating and utterly unique shade. And Shyra was still in awe.

Azrin had been observing the captivating scene, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer and, with a timid voice, asked, "Khala, kya hum le lein inhe?"

(Khala, can I hold him?)

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone hesitated, "Azrin, tum toh khud abhi itni choti ho, tum rehne do." Rukhsar told her, worried that Azrin might not be able to hold Shahnan. And this made Azrin's face downcasted.

(Azrin, you are a kid, you shouldn't hold him.)

"Azrin, humare paas aiye." But Ayat smiled at her and called her.

(Azrin, come to me.)

Azrin eagerly scurried over to Ayat and sat beside her.

Ayat exchanged a meaningful look with Shyra, silently asking her to pass Shahnan into Azrin's waiting arms. At first, Shyra hesitated but trusted Ayat's judgment and carefully placed Shahnan in Azrin's embrace.

Ayat gently supported Azrin as she held Shahnan, and as the baby rested in Azrin's arms, her eyes sparkled with wonder.

"Yeh toh bohot pyara hai!" Azrin exclaimed, her heart melting.

(He is so cute.)

"Haan, bilkul," Ayat chuckled, "Kisiko toh pyara lage."

(Yes, he is.)

(At least someone find him cute.)

Huda and Ehan, eager to escape the adults' attention, made a swift exit to play outside. Meanwhile, Eifa remained seated, her hazel eyes intently fixed on Shahnan,

"Khala, yeh rota nahi hai?" Azrin asked, genuinely curious. As she have heard Rehnuma commenting how Shahnan isn't crying.

(Khala, he doesn't cry?)

"Nahi, abhi toh nahi ro rahe," Ayat reassured her, fully aware of Azrin's aversion to crying. Despite Azrin's love for babies, she was thrilled when Eifa and Ehan were born, and her happiness knew no bounds when Kian arrived. She would spend hours playing with Kian by the bed. However, she couldn't stand it when any of the babies cried; she would promptly leave the room.

(No, he isn't crying now.)

Azrin, lost in thought, suddenly had a sweet idea. "Khala, yeh hume de dijiye, aap Kian le lijiye," she offered, making everyone in the room burst into laughter.

(Khala, give him to me, you can have Kian.)

"Babies ka exchange offer chal raha?" Ayla, who overheard Azrin's comment, asked as she joined them. She had gave Kian to Kaif.

(Is there a baby exchange offer going on?)

"Kian bohot rote hain," Azrin replied innocently.

(Kian cries a lot.)

Ayla smiled and gently reminded her daughter, "Kian apka bhai haina, aur Shahnan bhi. Apko dono mein partiality nahi karni chahiye. Apko dono ka khayal rakhna hai." She then took Shahnan from Azrin's arms, leaving Azrin with a pout.

(Kian is your brother, so is Shahnan. You shouldn't do partiality between them. You'll have to take care of both of them.)

"Jab mann kare, tab aap Shah ke sath khelne ajana," Ayat wrapped her arms around Azrin lovingly and assured her. This made Azrin happy.

(You can come here to play with Shah whenever you want you.)

As moments passed, Shahnan began to fuss, his cries growing louder and more insistent. Ayla gently rocked him, trying to soothe him. But he kept on crying, now, Azrin made faces and quickly left.

"Shayad inhe bhook lagi hai," Rubab looked at Ayat and told her.

(Maybe he is hungry.)

"Apko kaise pata?" Ayat's eyebrows furrowed, her eagerness to understand evident in her voice. She was still learning to distinguish his cries, often getting confused about what he needed when he cried, whether it was hunger or discomfort. She was determined to quickly grasp everything so she could be a better mother to her son.

(How do you know?)

"Apko itna bada aise hi nahi kar diya. Fikar na karein dheere dheere aap bhi seekh jayengi."

(I've experienced of raising you. Don't worry, you'll learn too.)

"Ayat, Shahnan ko andar le jao, feed kardo." Khushnuma couldn't see her grandson crying so much, and told Ayat. Which made Ayat realised that Shahnan is still crying.

(Ayat, take Shahnan inside and feed him.)

She quickly stood up, while Ayla followed her, still holding Shahnan, as they made their way towards Ayat's room for privacy.

Eifa, who had been watching the entire exchange with intense interest, decided to follow them. She got up and trailed behind Ayla and Ayat.

However, she was stopped by Shyra's hand on her shoulder. "Kaha ja rahi ho?"

(Where are you going?)

"Baby ke paas." Eifa replied.

(To the baby.)

"Abhi nahi, baby se ab baad mein milna." But Shyra told her, and lead her to where Ehan and Huda were playing.

(Not now, you can meet him later.)

•••

The room was cast in a soft, tranquil ambiance as Ayat had just managed to put Shahnan to sleep. The gentle rise and fall of his tiny chest marked the peacefulness of his slumber. Exhausted from the demands of motherhood, Ayat had drifted into a deep sleep herself, nestled beside her baby, her hand on Shahnan's chest.

Hanan entered the room, he was with Shahzain, who was suggesting Hanan to rest for few weeks, and not to come to office, as Ayat and Shahnan needs him more these days. Specially Ayat.

Hanan steps cautious so as not to disturb the peaceful scene before him. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at his wife and newborn son, both lost in the world of dreams.

However, what caught Hanan's attention was Berry, standing on the floor beside the bed. Berry's sharp blue eyes were fixed on Shahnan, and there was an unmistakable curiosity in the way Berry observed the new addition to their family.

As Berry spotted Hanan entering the room, he meowed softly, as if trying to convey something to him. Hanan nodded, understanding the unspoken message. "Haan, Berry," he whispered in response, "woh Shahnan hai, humara beta." Sitting on his knees, Hanan taps Berry's head.

(Yes, Berry,)

(He is Shahnan, our son.)

Berry meowed once more, as if eager to share his discovery, but Hanan gently hushed him. "Shh, Berry," he cautioned, "Ayat aur baby jag jayenge."

(You'll wake Ayat and baby.)

With a final, understanding meow, Berry settled down, his blue eyes still fixed on the baby.

Hanan settled into his bed, feeling a deep sense of contentment as he lay beside Shahnan. However, it wasn't long before he sensed that something was amiss. Hanan raised his head and looked at Ayat, who was sleeping peacefully, then he looked at Shahnan, who had stirred in his sleep, and his restless movements were a clear sign of discomfort. Shahnan seemed to be searching for something.

Hanan's eyes flicked towards Ayat, who lay seemingly far away in her slumber. The baby's distress tugged at Hanan's heartstrings.

With a soft sigh, Hanan carefully scooped up Shahnan into his arms. In hushed tones, he whispered to his son, "Baloo ko neend nahi arahi?"

(Baloo isn't sleepy?)

Getting down from the bed, Hanan starts roaming around the room, with Shahnan in his arms. Berry also got down from his basket, and starts following after Hanan.

Shahnan slept again after few moments.

"Baloo, papa apko apke crib mein rakh rahe hain." Walking toward Shahnan's cot, Hanan informed him. "Tum toh din bhar mamma ke sath rahe ho na, papa ko bhi mamma ke paas rehna hai... Woh meri biwi pehle hai."

(Baloo, papa is going to put you in your crib.)

(You were with Mamma all day, papa also wants to be with mamma... she is my wife first.)

He placed a tender kiss on Shahnan's forehead, Hanan whispers. "Papa loves you a lot."

His love for his son as immense as his love for Ayat. Then, with great care, he gently placed the baby back into his cot, ensuring that Shahnan was comfortable and secure.

With Shahnan settled, Hanan returned to his own bed, where Ayat lay, still lost in peaceful slumber. Hanan cuddled up with Ayat, feeling the warmth of her presence beside him.

•••

3 years later*

Khushnuma stood amidst the gleaming appliances, instructing the maids as they bustled about, preparing a feast as Rubab and Azlan would come today. The aroma of spices filled the air.

Khushnuma's cellphone, resting on the granite countertop, suddenly rang. She glanced at the caller ID and picked up the call.

"Assalam-Alaikum, bhabhi, kaisi hain aap?" It was Hamna,

(How are you?)

"Walekum-Assalam, main theek hoon, tum batao." Holding the cellphone between her ear and shoulder, Khushnuma whisk kheer.

(I am fine, you tell me.)

"Theek hoon, Shahzain ko kabse call kar rahi but unki call nahi lag rahi thi, fir dhyan aya woh airport gaye honge na?"

(I'm fine. I've been trying to call Shahzain for a while, but he's not answering. Then it occurred to me that he might have gone to the airport, right?)

"Haan, woh toh airport gaye hain. Tum batao, kya chal raha?"

(Yes, he has gone to the airport. What's going on over there?)

"Masha'Allah se Shyra ke beti hui hai, yahi good news deni thi." Hamna's voice was full of happiness.

(Shyra is blessed with daughter, Masha'Allah! That's the good news I wanted to share.)

"Kya wakai? Masha'Allah! Mubarak ho, Shyra kaisi hai?" This made Khushnuma hold the cellphone, instructing the maids to look after kheer, Khushnuma left the kitchen.

(Really? Congratulations! How is Shyra?)

"Shyra aur baby dono theek hain,"

(Both baby and Shyra are doing fine.)

"Photos bhejna baby ke." Smiling, Khushnuma sat on the sofa, and told her.

(Send me the baby's photograph.)

"Zaroor. Waise aap log kab India ayenge? Last time toh ammi ki barsi pe aye the." Hamna counted the last time when they went to India, and asked.

(Sure. By the way, when are you all planning to visit India? Last time, you came for Ammi's death anniversary.)

"Jaldi ayenge, abhi ki mashrufiyat toh tum janti ho." Khushnuma's smile faltered,

(We will come soon, you know how the situation is right now.)

"Ji, lekin sab khairiyat se ho jaye toh ayega. Insha'Allah fir dono bachho ke aqeeqah sath mein kar lenge." Hamna suggested.

(Yes, but when everything will be fine, then we can do the aqeeqah of both babies together.)

"Insha'Allah," Khushnuma mumbles.

"Achha, bhabhi, main rakhti hoon, Shahzain ko bhi good news de dijiyega." Kazim called Hamna, so Hamna excused and disconnected the call.

(Bhabhi, I'll have to go, you tell this news to Shahzain too.)

Khushnuma sighs, as her thoughts drifted back to the events that had led her to this moment.

Naziya Khan's death had left a void in everyone's life, but Khushnuma's primary concern had always been her father's well-being. Khurram Haider lived in America alone, and despite her worry, she couldn't leave India at that moment. Ayat was pregnant, and family responsibilities held her back.

After Shahnan's aqeeqah, Khushnuma approaches Shahzain with a request. She wanted to move to America, where her father resided. Shahzain, understanding the depth of her worry and knowing that her father was the only paternal figure left in their lives, agreed without hesitation. His concern for her father's health matched hers.

Khushnuma and Shahzain had made the leap, settling in America. Their lives had shifted drastically, but their worries were not in vain. A year after their move, Khurram Haider passed away, leaving behind a vast business empire.

Khushnuma, being the only daughter, faced the daunting task of handling her father's legacy. She entrusted the responsibility to Shahzain and Hanan. Together, they navigated the challenges of managing the business while mourning her father's loss.

She looked out the window at the serene landscape, feeling the weight of her new life. The past three years had been a whirlwind of change.

Khushnuma's cellphone rings brought her back from the past. It was Hanan's call.

"Hello,"

"Mummy, Ayat kidhar hai? Kabse call kar raha hoon usko." Hanan's voice came.

(Mummy, where is Ayat? I am calling her but she is not answering.)

"Maa se salam dua hi karlo." Khushnuma scolded Hanan.

"Assalam-Alaikum," Sheepishly, Hanan mumbles.

"Ayat bahar lawn mein hai, ruko phone deti hoon usko." Khushnuma smiles, and walked out of the house.

(Ayat is in lawn, wait, I'll put her on the call.)

Ayat sat in the lawn, the chill of early November settling in the air. She wrapped her shawl tightly around her shoulders, a sense of contentment washing over her as she watched her two mischievous cats, Mr. and Mrs. Berry, frolic in the fallen leaves.

As she admired the playful antics of theirs, Khushnuma called out to her. "Ayat, Hanan ki call hai."

(Ayat, it's Hanan's call.)

A warm smile graced Ayat's face at the mention of Hanan's name, but she didn't immediately rise from her spot. At nine months pregnant, Ayat had grown accustomed to moving at a slower pace,

"Ji, chachi," Ayat replied, her voice filled with a serene happiness.

"Lo, baat karo, aur khabardar jo koi bhi plan banaya toh." Khushnuma told her,

(Here, talk to him, and don't you dare to make any plan.)

"Chachi, hum koi plan nahi banate, Hanan karte hain." Instantly, Ayat told her.

(Chachi, I don't make any plan, Hanan is the one who does it.)

"Haan toh ussey bhi samjha do." Khushnuma intentionally said it aloud, which would reach Hanan on the other side, and she left.

(Yeah so make him understand this too.)

"Tumhe toh shokh hai mummy se mujhe daat parhwane ka." As soon as Ayat put the phone on her ear, Hanan complained from the other side.

(You seem to enjoy getting me scolded by mummy.)

"Ji nahi, apko daat apki harkat se parhti hai." Ayat giggles on his complain.

(No, you get scolded because of you antics.)

"Jaana, zara yeh bhi bataiye main harkat kiski wajah se karta hoon."

(Dear, tell me for whom I do these things?)

Hanan had dropped hints about last week when, in the middle of the night, Ayat had expressed her desire for a long drive and ice cream. As always, Hanan had fulfilled her wish. However, upon their return, they found Khushnuma in the living room. She had been awakened by Shahnan, who needed to use the restroom. Khushnuma was surprised that Shahnan hadn't woken Ayat and, as she inquired, she discovered that Hanan and Ayat weren't at home. Under normal circumstances, Khushnuma wouldn't have minded, but Ayat's due date was approaching. Her anger was directed solely at Hanan, as he should have been more considerate of the situation.

"Achha yeh batao Baloo kaisa hai?" Hanan asked.

(Tell me how's Baloo?)

"Apse kitni baar kaha hai Shah ko Baloo na bulaya karein, bhalu jaisa lagta hai." Instead of telling him where their son is, Ayat scolded him.

(How many times, I've told you not to call him Baloo,)

"Woh toh main pyar se bulata hoon, jaise tumhe Chuhiya bulata hoon." Ayat rolled her eyes at his reply.

(I call him Baloo with love, like I call you Mouse.)

"Woh chachu ke sath airport gaye hain. Mamma baba ko lene." She informed him, as she traces the pattern of her dress.

(He has went to the airport with Chachu to receive Mamma and baba.)

"Aur tum kaisi ho?"

(And how are you?)

"Hanan, aap subah humse milke gaye the," Smiling at his concern, Ayat told him.

(Hanan, you've met me in the morning.)

"Haan toh subah dekha tha na, ab toh kitna time ho gaya. Achha ek kaam karo, bahar aao, main khud hi dekh leta hoon kaisi ho tum."

(Yes, but that was in the morning. It's been a while now. Alright, come out, I'll see for myself how you're doing.)

"What? Don't tell me... aap andar ajaye na." Ayat got surprise by his demand, as she looks at the black gate.

(You come inside.)

"Tum bahar aao na." But Hanan insisted, his voice filled with a hint of excitement.

(You come outside.)

Ayat furrowed her brows, wondering what could be so urgent that he had to call her out. She draped a shawl around her shoulders and made her way to the gate, then down the steps to outside where Hanan was waiting.

Her steps were slow and measured, for Ayat was heavily pregnant, but Hanan, with a warm smile on his face, hurried over to her and gently kissed her cheek. "Bohot pyari lag rahi ho," he told her, with a smile, then he presented her one single red rose.

(You look beautiful,)

"Apne hume yeh dene ke liye bulaya?" Ayat smiled seeing the rose, then she looked at Hanan and asked.

(You called me here to give me this?)

"Nahi, tumhe kuch dikhana tha." Hanan shook his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

(No, I wanted to show you something.)

"Kya?" Ayat looked at Hanan, then behind him, expecting to see the surprise there.

(What?)

"Uske liye tumhe mere sath chalna hoga."

(For that you have to come with me.)

"Kaha? Nahi. Mamma baba aney wale hain." Ayat's expression turned to one of mild irritation. She was going to meet her parents after so many months, she didn't want to go anywhere.

(Where? No. Mamma and baba are coming.)

"My dear wife, fikar na karo uncle aunty ke aney se pehle ajayenge. Zaroori na hota toh tumhe aise leke na jata." Cupping her face, Hanan told her.

(My dear wife, don't worry, we'll come before uncle and aunty arrive. If it wasn't necessary, I wouldn't have taken you like this.)

"Abhi chachi ne kaha koi plan nahi..."

(Chachi just told you not to make any plan...)

"Main sunn lunga unki daat, mujhe adat hai. Ab tum chal rahi ho ya main utha ke le chalu?" When Hanan extended his arms forward, Ayat agreed to go with him.

(I can handle her scolding, I'm used to it. Now, are you coming with me, or should I pick you up?)

Hanan took her hand and led her to the car. Ayat's gaze followed his every move, expecting to see a cat or a surprise hidden in the bushes. Just like the last time, when he brought Strawberry for Blueberry.

•••

As Hanan drove Ayat along the winding roads, Ayat gazed out the window, watching the scenery change from the familiar cityscape to rolling hills and open fields. She couldn't help but wonder where they were heading.

Eventually, they arrived at a charming farmhouse surrounded by acres of lush greenery. Ayat's eyes widened in surprise as she recognized the place. "Hum yaha apni anniversary pe aye the na."

(We came here for our anniversary.)

Hanan nodded, a warm smile on his face. "Haan, aur tumhe yaha achha laga tha na."

(Yes, and you liked here.)

Ayat looked around the beautiful wooden house. "Lekin aaj aap hume yaha kyu leke aye?"

(But why are we here?)

"Kyuki...." Hanan dragged his words; as he come to stand in front of her, and takes her hands in his.

(Because...)

"Maine yeh tumhare liya hai." With a soft smile, he told her.

(I bought this for you.)

Ayat's eyes widened, as she again looked at the house, then at Hanan. "Par... kyu." Her voice tinged with disbelief, she didn't know what to say.

(But... why?)

"Kyuki tumhe achha laga tha." He kissed her forehead and told her.

(Because you liked it.)

"Aap, Hanan... kamal karte hai."

(Hanan, you are impossible.)

Ayat never expected that the place they had celebrated their love and happiness would become a permanent part of their lives.

•••

Ayat and Hanan settled into the cozy lounge of the farmhouse, surrounded by the rustic charm of the countryside. Ayat, visibly tired from the long drive and her advancing pregnancy, sighed as she sank into the soft cushions of the sofa.

Hanan wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her close. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with adoration. "Baby kaisa hai?" He asked her, as he gently rested his hand her her baby bump.

(How's baby?)

Ayat leaned her head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace. She let out a weary chuckle. "Baby troublemaker hai, hum bata rahe hain. Shah ke time toh hume koi bhi takleef nahi hui, par ab toh hamesha hi takleef rehti hai, aur beemar rehte hain hum."

(Baby is a troublemaker, I'm telling you. I didn't have any trouble during Shah's time, but now there's always trouble, and I'm always sick.)

Hanan frowned, concern etching his features. He hated to see Ayat going through any discomfort, but he also knew there wasn't much he could do to change it. Instead, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

"Abhi ka toh theek hai, lekin hume darr hai ki jaise Shah ke reaction se, woh..." Ayat told him in a low voice. Her fear visible in her voice.

(The current situation is fine, but I'm afraid of Shah's reaction.)

"Ayat, fikar mat karo, sab theek hoga, aur fir main hoon na, tum teeno ko sambhal lunga." Hanan brushes her hair and assured her.

(Don't worry, everything will be fine, and I'll handle you three.)

Hanan's phone suddenly rang, jolting them both. He quickly reached for it, a hint of concern flickering across his face as he saw the incoming call was from home.

"Chachi ko pata chal gaya hum ghar pe nahi." Ayat read the caller id and told him with amused smile.

(Seems like chachi got to know that I am not at home.)

"Lag toh raha hai," Saying this, Hanan received the call.

(It seems so.)

But it wasn't Khushnuma's angry voice which greeted him, it was Rubab's calm and amused voice.

"Aap log agaye." Hanan's eyes widened in surprise, and he exchanged a worried glance with Ayat.

(You guys have arrived.)

"Ji, ab aap zara yeh bataye Ayat ko kaha leke gaye hain aap? Khushnuma toh yaha bohot gusse mein hain." Rubab inquired, her tone was full of curiosity and concern.

(Yes, now tell me where you've taken Ayat to? Khushnuma is very angry.)

Not only Khushnuma, Ayat also become angry as she got to know her parents have come and she is here, and she hit Hanan on his arm.

"Hum bas abhi arahe hain. Aap mummy ko thora calm kar dein." His request earned him a hearty laugh from Rubab.

(We'll just come. Can you please calm mummy.)

"Khushnuma ki fikar na karein, hum samjha denge, par aap toh aye."

(Don't worry about Khushnuma, I'll handle her. But you two come home quickly.)

"Ji, bas abhi aye, aap log fresh ho, tab tak ajayenge." Hanan disconnected the call.

(Sure, we'll be home before you get freshen up.)

"Jhoote, humse kaha tha mamma baba ke aney se pehle wapas chale jayenge." Ayat teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She couldn't help but find the situation amusing, considering how Hanan had assured her they'd return before her parents' arrival.

(Liar, you told me that we'll return home before their arrival.)

"Achha ab toh chalo, love." But Hanan, feeling bad, couldn't hide his regret as he sighed. "Pakka unke fresh hone se pehle pohoch jayenge hum."

(Now come, my Love.)

(We'll definitely reach before they get freshen up.)

He extended his arm to help her up, but Ayat had just risen when a sharp pain coursed through her abdomen, causing her to gasp. Her eyes widened in alarm, and she clutched her belly. "Allah!"

"Kya hua?" Hanan asked, as he holds her hand tightly. Ayat once again sat down.

(What's wrong?)

"Baby..." Due the panic, and the sharp pain in her womb, Ayat couldn't say anything,

"Par abhi ek hafta tha..." Hanan's heart raced, as he looked at Ayat clutching her belly in pain.

(But there is still one week...)

"Apki aulad haina, surprise dene ka shokh hoga." Ayat yelled.

(It's your baby, of course he'll want to surprise everyone.)

Hanan helped Ayat to put her feet up on the sofa, and dialed their doctor's number, all the while reassuring Ayat that everything would be okay. Deep down thinking does his kids really inherited his habit of surprising people. Just like how Shahnan was born two weeks before the due date, and now this.

•••

Hanan made a call to his PA and asked him to book an appointment hurriedly in nearest hospital for Ayat.

In panic state, Hanan helped Ayat into their car and sped down the winding country roads toward the hospital. Ayat winced with every contraction, her face contorted in pain.

"Ayat, meri jaan, bas thori derr mein pohoch jayenge." Hanan tried to keep her and himself calm.

(Ayat, my love, we'll reach there soon.)

•••

Once at the hospital, the nurses rushed Ayat into the labor and delivery unit, leaving Hanan pacing nervously in the waiting room. He called Shahzain, informing him about Ayat's condition, in half an hour, Shahzain, Khushnuma, Rubab and Azlan were at hospital.

"Hanan, kaha tha na koi plan na banana, tum sunte kyu nahi ho..." Khushnuma scolds Hanan as soon they come there, her voice full of concern.

(Hanan, I told you not to make any plan. Why don'y you listen to me...)

"Mummy, main toh bas..." Hanan's eyes welled up with tears, regretting that he should've waited for the delivery to gift Ayat that farmhouse.

(Mummy, I was just...)

"Khushnuma, bas karo, Hanan bhi pareshaan hai, bas dua karo Ayat theek ho." Shahzain tried to calm his wife, putting his hand on her shoulders, and guide her to sit on the bench.

(Khushnuma, enough, Hanan is also worried. Pray for Ayat's health.)

"Fikar na karo, Ayat theek hogi." Azlan pats Hanan's back and console him, while his own face was full of worry.

(Don't worry, Ayat will be fine.)

"Baloo kaha hai?" Hanan realised, as he turned to Khushnuma and asked.

(Where is Baloo?)

"Ghar pe hai, fikar mat karo sab hain uska dhyan rakhne ke liye." Khushnuma told him.

(He is at home, don't worry, there's everyone to look after him.)

Nodding his head, Hanan went to stand aside, praying for Ayat and his child. His heart heavy with guilt and fear

Ya Allah, please, protect Ayat and our unborn child. I can't bear the thought of losing her again. I've lost Ayat once, and it nearly destroyed me. I know it was my mistake that brought us here, away from our home, but she doesn't deserve this suffering.

Please, grant her strength, guide the hands of the doctors, and ensure the safe arrival of our child. I would give my own life for hers, Ya Allah.

As Hanan's prayers filled the silent corridor, the distant sound of medical equipment and hushed voices served as a constant reminder of Ayat's struggle inside the delivery room. His faith was unwavering, but the weight of uncertainty pressed upon him like a heavy stone.

•••

Hours felt like eternity as they waited anxiously. Finally, the doctor emerged from the delivery room, her face conveyed nothing. Hanan's heart leaped into his throat as he approached the doctor.

"How's Ayat? Is the baby okay?" Hanan stammered.

The doctor gave a warm smile. "Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl, and your wife is doing well. The baby's a little early, but both mother and baby are strong."

Relief washed over Hanan, and he couldn't help but smile through tears. "Ya Allah tera shukar."

Others there let out a collective sigh of relief.

Khushnuma hugged Hanan, grateful for the happy outcome.

•••

With Ayat and their newborn daughter now stabilized at the local hospital, Hanan had Ayat transferred to the best hospital in the city.

As Ayat settled into her new room, Hanan feels relieved now, as if now he was breathing again. He sat by her side, holding her hand, while their baby girl lay peacefully in her crib nearby.

"Meri toh jaan hi nikal gayi thi, achanak se yeh sab hua..." Hanan started saying, while his voice become heavy.

(I was scared to death, everything happened so fast...)

Ayat squeezes his hand, passing him a smile. "Humne toh kaha tha, apki aulad hai, dramatic entry karni thi inhe."

(Like I've said before, it's your child, she wanted to make an entrance.)

This made Hanan smile. "Wakai mein isne toh pehle din mein hi itna dara diya."

(Seriously, she scared us on first day.)

Just then, Khushnuma and Shahzain entered, their hearts filled with relief upon seeing Ayat and the newborn baby. Khushnuma rushed to Ayat and embraced her tightly, tears of joy glistening in her eyes, while Shahzain held Shahnan. Here, the hospital's rules were different from what they were used to in India - only one person was allowed to stay with the patient at night.

"Mama," Shahnan's eyes lit up as he spotted his mother, extending his little arms toward her.

Hanan, getting up, took Shahnan from Shahzain and gently placed him beside Ayat.

"How are you?" Ayat embraced her son and inquired, concern etching her face.

"Am fine," Shahnan replied, resting his head on Ayat's stomach. After so many days apart, he simply wanted to be by her side.

"Baloo," Hanan appeared concerned for Ayat and moved to pick up Shahnan, but Ayat shook her head, assuring him that she was okay.

Khushnuma approached the baby and asked, "How is the baby?"

"Koi naam socha tum log ne?" Shahzain asked, joining Khushnuma by the baby's side, softly caressing the baby's cheek.

(Have you two thought of any name?)

Khushnuma has picked the baby in her arms, while Shahzain stood beside her, softly caresses the baby's cheek.

Hanan looked at Ayat, who nodded in agreement. Then, he turned to Shahzain and Khushnuma.

"Humne socha hai ki aap log baby ka naam rakhe."

(We wanted you two to name her.)

"Hum?" Khushnuma was taken aback by the suggestion, looking at Ayat for confirmation.

(We?)

"Ji, chachi, hume achha lagega agar aap log naam rakhenge." Ayat expressed her opinion. Shahnan had raised his head to look at the side where Khushnuma was, knowing his baby sister was here, though he wasn't particularly excited to meet her yet. He wanted to be by his mother's side.

(Yes, chachi, we would love it if you two name her.)

"Theek hai, toh ek baar bhai aur bhabhi se discuss kar lete hain, I am sure woh log ne bhi kuch na kuch socha hai, fir dekh lete hain konsa naam suit karta hai humari poti ko." Shahzain announced, softly touching the baby's nose.

(Alright, let's discuss it with bhai and bhabhi first, I am sure they would have think of names too. Then we can decide which name suits our granddaughter the best.)

"Arey, main toh bhool gayi. Shahzain, chalein," Khushnuma's gaze fell on the clock in the room as she recalled something.

(I almost forgot. Shahzain, let's go.)

"Kaha jana hai?" Hanan inquired.

(Where you two are going?)

"Isra bhi issi hospital mein hai. Masha'Allah se usko kal beta hua hai, bas ussey milne jana hai." Khushnuma informed them, and about to place the baby down.

(Isra is in this Hospital too, she had a boy yesterday. We were going to meet her.)

"Chachi, hume dijiye." But Ayat removes her hands off from Shahnan, and asked Khushnuma.

(Chachi, give her to me.)

Gently, Khushnuma placed the baby in Ayat's arms.

Together, Shahzain and Khushnuma left to visit Isra.

"Shah!" Ayat looked at her son, who was silently observing the little baby in Ayat's arms.

Then Ayat looked at Hanan, nervousness was visible in her eyes. Hanan nods his head, assuring her.

Shah, look, your sister." Ayat called out to Shahnan.

Shahnan's eyes widened with curiosity as he gazed at his baby sister in Ayat's arms, he extended a tiny hand toward the baby, his fingers gently brushing against her tiny fingers.

Both Hanan and Ayat held their breath. Afraid of Shahnan's reaction.

"Mama, this is my sister?" Shahnan asked, his voice filled with wonder.

"Yes, Shah," Ayat replied, managing a warm smile. "This is your baby sister. She's a part of our family now."

Shahnan's face lit up with joy. He leaned in closer, studying his sister's tiny face with fascination. "She's small," he exclaimed,

Hanan sat down beside Shahnan, his reassuring presence comforting the young boy. He put his arm around Shahnan's shoulder and said, "Baloo, you're now a big brother. It's your special job to take care of your baby sister."

Shahnan looked up at his father with wide eyes, taking in the weight of this newfound responsibility. "Take care of her?" he echoed, still trying to grasp the concept.

Hanan nodded and explained, "Yes. You'll need to protect her, play with her, and be a good example for her. You see, being a big brother means you get to show her how wonderful our family is and help her when she needs it."

Shahnan's young face transformed with determination as he processed his father's words. He gave a determined nod and said, "I'll be the best big brother."

Hanan smiled proudly at his son's eagerness to embrace his new role, ruffing Shahnan's hair, Hanan said. "That's right, You're the best big brother, and we're so proud of you."

Ayat kissed Shahnan's forehead and whispered, "We love you, Shah, and we know you'll be an amazing big brother."

Shahnan beamed, as he gently touched his sister's tiny hand again. This time, the baby clutches his finger, making him gasp in astonishment.

Hanan and Ayat exchanged a loving glance. When Ayat became pregnant again. She was apprehensive about Shahnan's reaction, remembering how Kian had responded when he was no longer the youngest. Shahnan had been growing up without cousins or kids his age, and he was a rather shy child who didn't readily share his toys. Ayat worried that Shahnan might not welcome a younger sibling and confided this fear in Hanan, who reassured her that Shahnan would eventually come around. Now, as they witnessed Shahnan's happiness, both of them finally relaxed.

•••

The soft glow of a nightlight bathes the room in a gentle, comforting light. Ayla enters the room, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion after a long, tiring shift at the hospital. Her heart is heavy with the worry that her absence might have kept her children awake.

She tiptoes to Azrin's room, her steps nearly silent on the carpeted floor. Pushing the door open slowly, she peeks inside and a sigh of relief escapes her lips. There, on the bed, she finds Azrin, her little princess, sprawled out in slumber, her long dark hair fanned out on her pillow.

Ayla can't help but smile at the sight. Azrin, who was known for her stubbornness and late-night antics, is sleeping soundly, clutching a stuffed animal.

Then, her eyes fall on Kian's bed, where her son is curled up under his blankets, his tiny hands clutching his favorite toy. Kian, who always had trouble falling asleep without his mother, looks peaceful.

But what warms her heart even more is seeing Kaif sitting on Kian's bed. He has a children's storybook open on his chest, his chin resting against it, lost in slumber himself. His deep voice had obviously been soothing for Kian and Azrin earlier. Ayla can't help but feel grateful for the man she chose to share her life with. He may spoil Azrin and Kian, but he's also a wonderful father.

Ayla tiptoes over to Kaif and gently closes the storybook. Kaif blinked in surprise as Ayla took the book from his chest, gently waking him from his slumber.

"Ayla..." He was about to ask her when she had come home, but when she placed her finger on her lips and pointed at Kian, Kaif understood immediately. He nodded silently, careful not to disturb their son.

Together, they tiptoed out of Kian's room, closing the door softly behind them. In the dim hallway, Kaif whispered to Ayla, "tum thakk gayi hogi na, fresh ho jao, I'll get dinner for you."

(You must be tired, get freshen up,)

Ayla hesitated, a hint of guilt in her eyes. "Kaif, aap khud din bhar office mein hote hain fir, yeh... aap rehne dein, aap so jaiye, hum le lenge dinner."

(Kaif, you must be tired too... you should rest, I'll get dinner for myself.)

Kaif smiled warmly and touched her cheek. "I'm fine. Tumhara aur bachho ka khayal rakhna mera farz hai. Tum fresh ho, main dinner leke ata hoon."

(It's my duty to take care of you and the kids. You get freshen up, I'll get dinner for you.)

Reluctantly, Ayla nodded, grateful for his understanding. She knew that Kaif was always willing to go the extra mile to take care of their family, but she also wanted to make sure he took care of himself. As she headed to the bathroom to wash off the day's fatigue, she couldn't help but feel lucky to have such a loving and devoted partner.

•••

As Ayla and Kaif sat down for dinner, Kaif felt Ayla seem disturbed. "Kya hua, Ayla?"

(What's wrong, Ayla?)

"Kuch nahi bas... I feel like I being a bad mother. Humara kaam hamesha hi humari family time mein ajata hai." Ayla couldn't help but voice her concerns, her brow furrowing with worry.

(Nothing, I just... My duty always seems to come between us and the kids.)

"Ayla, tum zyada soch rahi ho." Kaif told her.

(Ayla, you are overthinking.)

"Nahi, lekin... Haan, Azrin ke time bhi hum hote the busy, lekin Azrin mamma ya tayi jaan ke sath khushi khushi rehti thi, but Kian... apko yaad haina Kian ka birthday, emergency ki wajah se hume Hospital jana parha, woh kitna upset hue the. Hume bilkul achha nahi lagta yeh."

(No, but... Yeah, I was busy at Azrin's time too, but she was happy with mamma and tayi jaan, but Kian... Remember Kian's last birthday? I had to leave in the middle of the party because of that emergency at the hospital. He was so upset. I don't like it.)

Kaif reached across the table to hold her hand, his eyes filled with understanding and reassurance. "Ayla, tum bohot achhi mother ho, aur tumhara kaam hai logo ko zindagi bachana. Janta hoon kabhi kabhi aisi situations ajati hain, lekin jab bachhe bade ho jayenge aur janege tum kya karti ho, they'll be proud of you."

(Ayla, you're an incredible mother, and your work saves lives. I know it's tough sometimes, but once the kids grow up, they'll understand and be proud of what you do.)

"Thank you," Kaif words warmed her heart, as she mumbles.

Before they could delve deeper into their conversation, Ayla's phone beeped, and she saw Ayat's name on the screen, along with a video call request. With a warm smile, she accepted the call, and on the screen appeared her sister, holding a bundle of joy in her arms.

"Assalam-Alaikum, api!" Ayat greeted with joy, her eyes shining.

Ayla's face lit up, and she couldn't contain her excitement. "Walekum-Assalam, baby kitni pyari hai," Ayla's eyes were fixed on the baby in Ayat's arms.

(Baby is so adorable.)

Kaif also rose from his chair and joined them on the call.

"Assalam-Alaikum, bhai," Ayat greeted him.

"Walekum-Assalam, yeh toh bilkul tumhari tarah dikh rahi hai," Kaif remarked as he looked at the baby in Ayat's arms.

(She looks just like you.)

"Haan, par inki ankhein bhi Hanan pe gayi hain," Ayat sighed. Mentioning Hanan's name, he came to sit with her.

(Yes, but she have Hanan's eyes.)

"Meri ankhein zyada pyari hain waise bhi," Hanan teased Ayat.

(My eyes are more beautiful.)

"Ab aap dono shuru mat ho jana," Ayla quickly intervened, anticipating an argument between them. "Ab toh sudhar jaiye, 2 bachhe ho gaye hain apke," she scolded them playfully.

(You two don't start again.)

(Now, you two should behave, you have two kids.)

"Api, main sudhra hua hoon, bas yahi bolti rehti hai bewajah, apko maloom haina yeh thori si pagal hai," Hanan quipped, making Ayla and Kaif laugh, but Ayat didn't find it funny.

(Api, I always behave, she is the one who starts it. You know she is little crazy.)

"Hanan, Ayat ko kuch mat kaiye, aap maar khayenge," Ayla had to scold him because Ayat seemed about to hit him.

(Hanan, don't say anything about Ayat, I'll beat you.)

"Shah kaha hai?" Kaif inquired about their son.

(Where is Shah?)

"Woh ghar pe hai," Hanan replied.

(He is at home,)

"Ab kaise hain woh?" A concerned Ayla asked.

(How is he now?)

"Abhi toh theek hain, haan par..." Ayat's tone grew somber as she spoke.

(He is fine now, but...)

"Waha sab kaisa hai?" Hanan inquired.

(How's everything there?)

"Same hai, hume toh wakai kuch samajh nahi ata, Shayad aap dono yaha hote toh yeh sab na hota..." Ayla trailed off, unable to find the right words to describe the situation.

(Same as there, I really don't understand anything, maybe if you two were here, none of this would have happened...)

"Waqt ke sath sath theek ho jayega sab," Hanan assured them, wrapping his arm around Ayat. Just then, the baby in Ayat's arms started crying.

(Everything will be fine.)

As the baby's cries pierced through the somber atmosphere, all conversation halted, and the Ayat and Hanan's attention turned to the little one. Ayat gently passed the crying baby to Hanan, who cradled her in his arms expertly, rocking her gently.

Ayla couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "Ayat, apko abhi bhi bachho ka rona bardasht nahi hota?"

(Ayat, you still can't handle kid's cries?)

Ayat gave a sheepish smile, "Nahi, par... Woh Hanan ke paas hi chup hoti hain aur soti hain."

(No, it's just... she only calms in Hanan's arms.)

Hanan smiled down at the baby, soothing her with soft words. "Ussey maloom hai woh kaha zyada comfortable hai."

(She knows where she's most comfortable.)

The baby's cries gradually subsided as Hanan's magic touch worked its charm, and a sense of relief washed over the room. Ayla couldn't contain her amusement. "Wakai, Hanan, yeh toh yun chup ho gayi."

(Seriously, Hanan, she is so calm with you.)

Hanan gave them an arrogant smile, being proud of it.

"Waise Azrin aur Kian kaise hain?" Ayat asked.

(How's Azrin and Kian?)

"Theek hain, par Azrin jaise jaise badi ho rahi unki shararatein bhi barh rahi. Kian bohot pyara hai, mana kardo toh kuch nahi karta..." Ayla's eyes lit up as she began sharing stories about her own children. The sisters settled into a comfortable conversation, catching up on each other's lives and sharing the joys and challenges of motherhood. The baby in Hanan's arms finally drifted off to sleep, bringing a sense of calm and unity back into the room as the family relished their time together.

(They are fine, but Azrin's mischief seems to grow with her. Kian on the other side listens to me...)

Family, after all, was the constant source of support and love in her life.

•••

Ayat had been discharged from the hospital, and now she was at home, trying to lull her newborn daughter to sleep. Shahnan was at her side, eagerly fetching whatever she needed for the baby - diapers, blankets, and more. After a bit of fuss, the baby had finally settled down, and Ayat gently placed her down.

"You're a really good brother, Shah." Kissing Shahnan's head, Ayat told him. Shahnan's chest puffed up in pride.

Just then, Hanan entered the room, holding a cellphone in his hand. A warm smile graced his face as he approached Ayat.

"Kabir," Hanan said softly, placing the phone near Ayat's ear so she could talk to Kabir.

"Put it on speaker," Ayat suggested, wanting the whole family to join in the conversation.

Hanan tapped the speakerphone button, and Kabir's voice filled the room. "Ayat, bohot bohot mubarak ho. Maaf karna pehle call nahi kar paya, Shyra bhi Hospitalised thi toh bas..."

(Ayat, congratulations. Sorry, I couldn't call earlier, Shyra was also Hospitalised...)

"Koi baat nahi, Kabir bhai. Shyra aur baby kaise hain?" Hanan have wrapped his arms around Ayat, as she talks to Kabir.

(It's okay, Kabir bhai. How's Shyra and baby?)

While Shahnan was keenly looking after his sister.

"Dono theek hain. Kal hi discharge hue hain. Tum log bhi yaha hote toh dono babies ke sath mein hi naam rakhte." Kabir informed them, "Waise tum log ne naam rakh liya?"

(Both are good. They got discharged yesterday. If you guys were here too, we would have celebrated our daughters birth together.)

(Did you guys name her anything yet?)

"Haan, aaj hi sabne rakha hai. Tumne?" Hanan told Kabir, as he gazes at his daughter with love, then asked.

(Yes, everyone have named her yesterday. You?)

"Haan, kal hi rakha hai. Achha suno..." Kabir, who was about to enter his room, stopped, and said in a low tone.

(We named her yesterday. Okay, listen...)

"Main Shyra ko bhi include karne ja raha hoon call pe, khabardar jo baby ka naam sunke kuch bhi ulte seedhe comment pass kiye tum dono ne. Khaskar tum, Hanan." Kabir warned them, his voice wasn't above a whisper, maybe he was scared Shyra would hear him.

(I am gonna include Shyra on the call too, and don't you dare to pass any comment on the name. Specially you Hanan.)

Hanan and Ayat shared a look, not understanding anything. Patiently, they waited to hear Shyra's voice on the other end of the call.

•

"Hanan aur Ayat," Opening the door of his room, Kabir entered his room, and informed Shyra, who was putting their daughter to sleep.

Smiling, Shyra called him to bed.

"Hello," Kabir put the call on speaker.

"Bohot mubarak ho, Shyra." Hanan and Ayat said in unison.

(Congratulations, Shyra.)

"Khair mubarak," Kabit has taken the baby from Shyra, and passed her the phone. "Ayat, tum baby ki photo toh bhejo." Shyra said.

(Ayat, you sent me the photo of your baby.)

"Aaj hi bhej denge. Waise kya naam rakha baby ka apne?" On Ayat's question, Shyra looked at Kabir, who instantly looked away.

(I'll send you today. What did you name your daughter?)

"Tum log ne kya naam rakha?" In return, Shyra asked.

(What did you guys name her?)

"Humne toh Sharfa rakha hai. Sharfa Hanna Khan." Ayat announces the name of her daughter.

(We named our daughter Sharfa. Sharfa Hanan Khan.)

"Masha'Allah, kafi pyara naam hai." Shyra said.

(It's a very pretty name.)

"Achha, mujhe ab meri niece ka naam batao, itna suspense kyu hai?" Hanna couldn't hide his curiosity anymore, and asked.

(Alright, now tell me the name of my niece, what's up with the suspense?)

Shyra looked at Kabir, then told him through her eyes to say the name.

"Oh well, mummy ne naam rakha hai..." Kabir started saying. Ayat and Hanan leaned down onto the phone, as if they could almost feel the tension on the other side of the phone.

(Actually, mummy named her...)

"Kulsoom Khan." Sheepishly, Kabir announces.

Hanan, who was looking at the phone with so much interest, looked up at Ayat, who had same expression as his, but Ayat put her finger on her lips, and shook her head.

Reminding him the promise they had made with Kabir about not passing any weird comments.

"Bohot pyara naam hai." Hanan manages to say.

(It's a very beautiful name.)

"Matlab bhi kitna pyara hai." Ayat added. Now they understood why Kabir warned them, Shyra was clearly unhappy with the name.

(And it have such a deep meaning too.)

"Hanan, khabardar," As soon as the call was disconnected, Ayat warned Hanan.

(Hanan, don't you dare,)

"Main kuch nahi keh raha bas... Tayi ammi ko kya ho gaya." Hanan, couldn't hide his true feelings, and said.

(I am not saying anything but... what's wrong with tayi ammi's choice?)

"Pyara toh hai naam, bas thora old fashion hai but..." Ayat was trying to find positive words.

(It is a beautiful name, just little old fashioned...)

"Thora? Pura old fashion hai. Dekho naam bura nahi hai, lekin har naam ka ek era hota hai. Yeh Kulsoom ka era nahi hai."

(Little? It's completely old fashioned. Look, name isn't bad, but every name belongs to an era, this isn't Kulsoom's era.)

"Hanan, bas karein, aap..." Ayat wanted to scold him, but his phone rang.

(Hanan, enough, you...)

"Main abhi aya," Pecking Ayat's forehead, he told her and left.

(I'll just come.)

•••

Putting Kulsoom down on the bed, Kabir moved toward Shyra, as he pulled her in side hug.

"Yaar, kyu upset ho rahi ho? Itna pyara naam toh hai," Kabir said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

(Why are you upset? It's a beautiful name.)

Shyra replied with a sigh, "Kabir, humari beti ka naam Kulsoom rakha hai mami ne, kitna old-fashioned hai." Her tone carried a hint of disappointment.

(Kabir, mami named our daughter Kulsoom, it's so old fashioned.)

"Unhone pyar se rakha hai, unhe yeh naam kafi pasand tha Azrin ke time unhone bataya tha..." Kabir explained, his words filled with understanding.

(She gave our daughter this name with love, she really liked the name, she wanted to name Azrin this but...)

"Matlab yeh naam rejected bhi hai. Azrin ka nahi rakha gaya toh humari beti ka rakh diya." Shyra's voice trembled with frustration.

(Which means this name is rejected too, she couldn't name Azrin this, so she gave this name to our daughter.)

Kabir couldn't tell her that not only Azrin, Rukhsar wanted to name Rehnuma Kulsoom too. He looked conflicted but chose to remain silent.

"Pata nahi unhe yeh naam kyu pasand hai. Kulsoom..." Shyra was saying.

(I don't know why she liked this name. Kulsoom...)

"Achha, bas karo, itna issue bhi nahi hai. Mummy ne bohot pyar se rakha hai." Kabir made his voice a little stern. It was true when Rukhsar suggested this name for Azrin, even he was shocked, but now that it's his daughter's name, he liked it. And his mother was so happy when Kulsoom's name was written in the chit which Kian picked.

(Okay, enough, it's not that big issue. Mummy gave this name to her with so much love.)

"Kabir, mujhe iss baat se koi problem nahi ki naam mami ne rakha hai, bas... ghar ke baki bachho ke naam dekhein. Azrin, Huda, Eifa... Sharfa... aur ab Kulsoom dekhein. Woh badi hogi toh humse puchegi ki uske time pe humne aisa naam kyu rakha." Shyra's concern was evident in her words.

(Kabir, I don't have a problem with the name Mami has chosen, but... let's consider the names of the other kids in the family. Azrin, Huda, Eifa... Sharfa... and now Kulsoom. When she grows up, she might ask us why we chose such a name for her.)

"Hum ussey batayenge ki uski dadi ne bohot pyar se uska naam rakha hai." Kabir's voice held a sense of conviction, as he caresses Shyra's head.

(Then we'll tell her that he grandmother had named her with so much love.)

"Kabir, bachhe bohot mean hote hain, school mein agar naam ki wajah se ussey bully kiya gaya toh?" Shyra's worry was palpable.

(Kabir, kids can be very mean, what if she will get picked up because of her name?)

"Ab dusre bachhe kaise hain hum yeh jante, lekin hum apni beti ko strong banayege, ussey uske naam ki value batayenge. Aur koi nahi bully karega Kulsoom ko. Eifa Ehan haina usko khayal rakhne ke liye." Kabir's determination shone through his words.

(True, we may not know about other kids, but we'll make sure to raise our daughter strong and teach her the value of her name. No one will bully Kulsoom. We have Eifa and Ehan to look out for her, right?)

Before they could discuss anything further, they heard the familiar pitter-patter of twins' footsteps approaching the bedroom. It was an afternoon, the twins must have returned from school. Shyra moves away from Kabir's arms.

Eifa and Ehan entered the room with a sense of urgency, their backpacks slung over one shoulder, both holding folded pieces of paper in their small hands.

"Mamma, papa," They called out to their parents simultaneously.

Kabir put his finger to his lips, signaling for them to lower their voices, as he pointed at Kulsoom, who was sleeping.

Eifa and Ehan, always quick to mimic their father's actions, complied and tiptoed closer to the bed.

With a proud smile, Eifa unfolded the piece of paper, revealing a colorful drawing. "Papa, maine banaya!" she whispered excitedly.

(Papa, I draw this!)

Kabir and Shyra examined the drawing; Eifa had drawn a family picture. Mamma, papa, Eifa, Ehan, and the baby.

"Bohot pyara hai," Kabir picked up Eifa and told her, kissing her head, his heart filled with pride.

(It's beautiful,)

"Ehan, tumne kya banaya?" Shyra asked her son, who was taking off his shoes.

(What did you draw?)

After his shoes were removed, Ehan climbed onto the bed and showed his drawing. "Kullu," Ehan proudly announced as he showed them the drawing of his baby sister. His innocent joy was evident.

"Kullu?" Kabir asked, his laughter bubbling up.

"Kulsoom bada haina." Innocently, Ehan explained, his eyes wide with wonder.

(Kulsoom is huge.)

Kabir laughed at his words but quickly realized that Kulsoom was sleeping when he received Shyra's glare and put his hand over his lips.

"Papa, yeh itna kyu soti hai?" Eifa asked, as she looked at her sister, a frown on her face, her concern for her baby sister evident.

(Papa, why does she sleep so much?)

"Abhi choti haina, iss liye, thori badi hogi toh tum khelna uske sath." Shyra explained to her, her voice filled with motherly tenderness, "chalo, tum dono chalo dress change karlo."

(Because she is a baby, when she'll grow up, then you can play with her.)

(Now go and change your uniforms.)

"Pehle hum yeh dadi ko dikhayenge." The twins announced and left the room, their excitement palpable.

(First we'll show this to dadi.)

Shyra's smile faded as soon as the twins left, and she turned to Kabir. "Kullu?"

Kabir chuckled softly, "bachhe hain,"

(They are just kids.)

"Apne kaha ki yeh log Kulsoom ko bullying se protect karenge. Yaha yeh khud ulte seedhe nickname de rahe hain.... Kullu? Really?"

(You said they will protect Kulsoom from bullying, but here they are giving her weird nickname.)

"Ab Itna toh chalta hai. Bade honge toh samajh jayenge." Chuckling, he pulled Shyra for a hug and told her. His love and understanding for their children shining through.

(They'll understand when they'll grow up.)

"Mujhe toh lagta hai nickname ke mamle mein Hanan ka asar hua hai Ehan pe. Kullu!" Shyra mumbles, as she repeated the nickname again, this time with an adoring smile. Despite any reservations about the name, she couldn't help but feel glad and content in this moment.

(I think they've taken after Hanan in nicknames.)

As they sat there, the room filled with the sounds of Kulsoom's gentle breaths and the knowledge that their family was complete. Shyra's heart swelled with gratitude, not just for her children but for the man beside her who had been her rock through it all.

•••

Soft moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in the room. Ayat was trying to put Sharfa to sleep. Shahnan watches intently, his young eyes filled with curiosity.

As Ayat tenderly hums a lullaby, Sharfa's eyelids grow heavy, and she succumbs to the embrace of slumber. With great care, Ayat places Sharfa down beside her on the bed, tucking her in snugly. Exhausted from the day's activities, Ayat lies down beside her daughter.

Shahnan furrows his brow, feeling a tinge of jealousy seeing his mother sleep beside Sharfa. His innocent heart yearns for her attention too. Gently, he reaches out and pulls Sharfa's blanket, dragging her away from his mother. Then, with deliberate determination, he scoots over and snuggles up beside Ayat.

Shahnan sits up once more, and looked at Sharfa, who is sleeping. Then he arranged the blanket around Sharfa, ensuring she's comfortable.

In a soft whisper, he told Sharfa, "She is my mother first." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on Sharfa's forehead, displaying his love for her, just like how Hanan and Ayat displays their love for him.

On the doorway, Hanan stand in silence, observing the scene with a warm smile. Hanan quietly walks over and joins them, lying down beside Sharfa.

Hanan stretched out his arm, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he gently puts his hand over Ayat's, who's hand was on Shahnan. Hanan whispered a silent prayer of gratitude to Allah for blessing him with this precious family.

As the minutes passed and Hanan's eyelids grew heavier, he was suddenly roused from the edge of sleep. The bed shifted at the foot, causing him to half-open his drowsy eyes. There, to his amazement and delight, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Berry, making their way onto the bed.

With graceful movements, the feline duo settled down at the foot of the bed, their purrs harmonizing with the soft sounds of their sleeping family.

Hanan closed his eyes once more, his heart full of love and gratitude for the wonderful family, including Mr. and Mrs. Berry, that surrounded him. In that peaceful moment, they all drifted into the embrace of a serene, shared dreamland.

•••

18 years later*

Oye soni kitti soni aaj tu lagdi ve
Bas mere saath yeh jodi teri sajdi ve
Roop aisa suhaana tera, chaand bhi hai deewana tera

On his laptop screen, a wedding video played—the one from his trip to India two years ago. Over that time span, he'd revisited this video countless times, not for the memories, but to catch glimpses of the girl at the center of it all. She was dressed in a vibrant green churidar with a colorful dupatta, her long hair elegantly braided. An aura of pure joy adorned her face.

Since it was a mehendi function, she had kept her makeup simple, with just kohl-rimmed eyes. But on the wedding day, when she got ready, it was as if Shahnan Azlan Khan's heart had skipped a beat. How could someone be so breathtaking?

As the video came to an end, he closed his laptop and lay down, gazing at the ceiling. Not a single day had passed in those two years without thoughts of her, and now, her memory felt even more intense, just like his love for her. It was as if he couldn't imagine another day without her by his side.

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