ishq se ishq karne ki khata ishq mein hi hoti hai,

ke ishq se ishq karne ki khata ishq mein hi hoti hai,

or jis khata mein ishq na ho,

Kya vo khata ishq hoti hai?

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"Haya?" Yazan caressed her hair as she slept through the deep slumber, clearly exhausted by their last night's activities

"Umph" she moaned in disapproval and moved towards the side her head now in his lap

He caressed her chestnut hair overflowing like a sink, sprawled on their majestic wood carved circular bed, the satin sheets covering her half

"Begum? Uth jao kuch khalo dawai lelo phir so jana? Hmm?" Yazan pleaded

"2 minutes" she mumbled enough for him to hear

"Tumhara 10 baar 2 minute hogya hai begum" he laughed placing a kiss on her shy pink cheeks

"Nahi chalo utho pehle khao or advil lo" he said picking her up in his robust arms

"Y..Yazan!" Haya shrieked opening her eyes, hazy amber eyes red from sleep but still managed to look beautiful as ever

With her magnificent chestnut hair dangling in the air, pouty cherry lips pulled out as if asking for a kiss already, clad in a black button up shirt of her husband's that could fit 3 of her size but sad- she's the one and only!

Hands draped around his neck and head nuzzling in the crook of his throat

She looked like a porcelain doll ready to be ravished

"Ji kahein" Yazan smirked as he looked at his wife's crimson face

"K..kya ka..kar rahe ha..in utare hume" Haya stuttered which was oh-so-lovely-ley enjoyed by her husband

He took her cherry lips in a toe-curling kiss as he sat her down on the basin, hands resting beside her hips, parted legs with him standing in between

"siktir!" He cursed and cupped her face with his hands taking her into another kiss, plunging his tounge in his small cave as he ravished the sweetness of cherry and masale together, faded.

Her hands roaming around in his thick raven locks pulling on them due to the unending pleasure

Moaning in his mouth as he left her lips with a tug on her lower lip

"Nahi..Abhi mai or meri begum jayenge and we'll save water by bathing together"

He smirked taking her flush lips in a kiss, again

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Yazan was working on his laptop while Haya was making up his messed up wardrobe when a shrill scream took their attention

They looked at each other and then towards the door and rushed downstairs

They were sure it was Gul.

"Chachi?!" Yazan shouted entering her room and saw her lying a pool of her own blood and it looked as though she had slipped from somewhere

Rushing towards Gul he shouted for the driver to take out the car and went to the backseat of the car settling Gul down with Haya and sat on the driving seat rushing towards the hospital

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It was after two hours Gul was taken into emergency ward with Haya weeping and Yazan almost controlling his tears, he couldn't lose the only mother figure in his life now

After almost another 1 hour they heard a baby crying voice looked at each other with wide eyes, they couldn't believe their family was going to have a little angel for real with them now

The surgeon came out and asked for Yazan

"How's sh-"

"She only has a few moments left probably, I had already warned you that pregnancy at this stage will be very risky and seems like she was taking too much stress"

Yazan's eyes shuddered with numerous unshed tears which he wasn't going to shed at any cost

Taking Haya's hands in his he walked through the door and the first thing he saw was a small pinkish purple cot beside the bed where laid a cute babygirl and beside her Gul

Gul's eyes were almost closed but opened as she heard some sniffs and saw Haya sniffing looking back and forth at the little baby and her

She smiled lazily as she saw Haya taking steps towards her and finally crashing down on her chest, her covered head now uncovered, hair all over her face making it sticky due to the salty tears

She did not cry though, she knew this was bound to happen.

"Yazan?" She called out for him who was still in daze looking at the little baby lying the cot with her wide brown eyes staring up at him as he was the most amazing thing to watch

"Ji" he came and sat by her side of her bed face towards her, back of his head towards Haya and took her hand placing a kiss on her bare fingers

"Khayal rakhoge na meri betiyon ka?" Her voice came out wobbly and he tried not to look at her

"Ji" he replied in an inaudible voice almost ready to cry

"Haya? Tum or Mehrish mere bete ka khayal rakhogi na?" She looked down at her mother and nodded a tear slipping out and dissolving in the valley of her tears

She smiled sadly and bought their foreheads closer kissing each one of them once and then asked for Mehrish which Haya did

With utmost care and concentration she looked at her babygirl, drinking in her every delicate feature

With pouty pink lips, big brown doe eyes, scarlet cheeks and a ruffle of slightly curly hair

Mehrish stared at her mother like she was an antique piece and smiled at her, Gul felt her own lips curling upwards she took her daughter to her chest and closed her eyes peacefully

this time,

forever.

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It five months after Gul's demise, five months after silence had fallen over the Alif Haveli, five months since a blessing named as Mehrish entered their lives filling the void of her mother

Mehrish was the carbon copy of her mother, Haya had noticed

Yazan was taking care of both them like they were small little babies with Haya doing the same in his case

Their room now smelt like Johnson's baby with the three of them mourning over the loss of their loved one every day but with smiley faces

They had legally adopted Mehrish after Gul's demise, but it was Mehrish Gul Noor and not Mehrish Jafer

They had made sure Jafer never even gets to know he even has a daughter with someone he cheated on, with someone so pure

Currently Haya was in the kitchen preparing Yazan's chocolate milk and her chai with Mehrish's milk

Since it was very difficult to find a feeder not like they even trusted anyone outside, Haya had started taking the hormone mimicking drugs with doctors prescription to produce milk for six months

Yazan was very angry with it since it could make a her health worse as she was already suffering from mild headaches after Gul's demise because of the nightmares but eventually agreed as it was about Mehrish

Opening the door to their room Haya entered with a tray in her hand and saw Yazan laying on the arm-rest couch in their balcony with Mehrish on his chest, both of their mouths slightly ajar

Like father like daughter

She chuckled to herself taking a seat beside their sleeping forms and ran a hand through Yazan's hair, her poor husband was working really hard, 8 to 6 office and then Mehrish

It was surely a difficult task but they loved doing this, together.

"Kya dekh rahi hain?" Yazan spoke with his eyes still closed

"Apne shohar or apni Mehr ko dekh rahi thi, aapko koi dikkat?" She spoke, her tone teasing

"Nahi, dekhein hum to hain hi aapke, saare ke saare" he winked at her biting her lower lip and went back to his original position

And all this time little Mehr was just staring at the aimless star-filled sky as if trying to look for her someone and wiggled her hands squealing as she saw a shooting star catching her parent's attention

They chuckled looking at her all excited

Haya took Mehr from Yazan and handed him his chocolate milk and opened the buttons of her shirt to feed her

Resting her forehead on his shoulder as they gazed at Gul from afar with content smiles on their faces with Yazan dropping occasional forehead kissed on their foreheads and pecks over their faces

Mehr had slept through their star gazing session and Haya tucked her in the blanket and came back to Yazan

"Haya?"

"Ji" She spoke sipping on her tea

"mujhe tumse mohabbat hai Haya, Abhi se nahi, 5 saal pehle se, jabse meine tumhe pehli baar dekha tha, jab hum pehli baar mile the, aaj ke din mile the hum Haya, I love you" he spoke- less words but his actions proved everything

"Mujhe bhi apse mohabbat hai Zaan, Abhi se nahi 5 saal pehle se, jab hum pehle din mile the, aaj ke din, I love you more" she kissed where his heart laid

He pulled her onto his lap and tucked the unruly strands sneaking out from her lose braid staring into her amber eyes

"Thank you so much begum"

He took her lips in sensual kiss with his hands sneaking into the think material of her cloth feeling her soft skin against his callous hands

At last, it didn't matter what circumstances got them together, it didn't matter what was in their past, they were to focus on their present and future now, all mattered was-

they loved each other back to life

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Always repeat- 💗