The Art Of Love ✓

4.15|Ishqa • Zahram|

SURPRISE!

Sun had not risen yet. The sky was in dark shades of blue. Stars were nowhere to be seen. While Moon was playing hide and seek with the clouds.

A beautiful white horse was running across an estate. It was evident that he was enjoying his master's company. His master, Nawab Aram Ali Khan.

Aram was drenched in sweat, his white shirt clinging to his body. After leaving his horse, Badal, in the stable, he headed to his bungalow.

He no more lived in the Nawab Mansion. That place reminded him of the tragedies and agonies he suffered. But he didn't want to sell it, after all, it was a heritage. So he converted it into a museum. A museum that represented the Nawab family's glorious history. No one knows how this glory declined. There are many rumours among commoners. Like Aram's grandmother killed her both sons for the property. Hamza Ali Khan had multiple affairs. Hanzal Ali Khan's mysterious car accident was planned by his brother. Aram Ali Khan is not the true heir of Nawabs. And there will be many more. Aram couldn't stop people from making false assumptions, neither he could reveal the truth. So he let it go, at least he tried to do so.

Entering a grand mahogany double-door, walking across a large golden-themed living hall, walking upstairs producing a sound when his shoes weighed on the stairs made up of glass, ambling through the corridor which showcased Ahsan's beautiful paintings, he reached his suite.

Opening the door as quietly as he could, he entered. His steps were calculated and careful, to not produce any kind of sound. Walking into the closet he pulled out a t-shirt and sweatpants and with the same silence made his way to the bathroom.

He came out, with damp hair and headed to his bed. Looking at the scene in front of his eyes he was feeling like the luckiest person in this universe.

Zahra's sleeping face was so tempting. He reached to her ear and bit it slowly and sweetly.

Making a whining sound she opened her eyes.

"Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty." He said while kissing her forehead.

"Good Morning." She gave a lazy reply.

"Goo Mum!" They heard an over-excited greeting from their side.

"Good Morning, Ayan!" Aram chirped back and picked Ayan in his arms.

While Zahra kissed Ayan's twin Zayan, who was asleep oblivious to the outer world.

It's been five years since Zahra's proposal. Three years since their marriage. And a year since they welcome their twin boys. Ayan and Zayan.

Ayan was elder from Zayan by five minutes. Their bond was quite similar to that of Aram and Ahsan. Ayan was very protective of Zayan while Zayan was very innocent. Ayan acted like he was the king of the whole world while Zayan would be happy living in a tiny corner of this huge world. They were polar opposite yet inseparable.

Zahra winced when a little Angel growing inside her baby bump kicked her, trying to get the attention of its parents.

Aram chuckled and gave Ayan in Zahra's arms. He bent down and pulled her loose t-shirt a little up. Zahra was in her seventh month of pregnancy, with a huge baby bump making it difficult for her to do any activity. Aram peppered soft kisses all around her belly. When he guessed his Angel was satisfied with his attention he covered his wife properly.

"Aram, I want Gol Gappey."

"But Zahra, you don't like street food."

"I want to eat it now." Her tone a little higher, a clear indication to not mess with her.

"Okay, okay. I'll bring it."

Zahra was never demanding. But during her pregnancy her mood was unpredictable. One moment she wants sweets, the next moment she wants snacks. She had became choosy about everything, ranging from clothes to cars.

Maybe it's because of the child growing inside her. Aram has a feeling that it's a girl. And he guesses, his daughter will have tantrums about everything on this earth. But he won't mind, till the time she is on the right path. He will make sure that his princess will have a compassionate personality. Who use her power to help others. Who spends his money to give good food, clothes and education to poor kids. Who destroy his expensive cars to give a wonderful ride to the kids selling kinds of stuff on traffic signals. Who will treat servants like family. And who one day bring a Prince to meet him.

Azeen... will be her name.

Aram came back with a cylindrical steel box that had mouth-watering Gol Gappey with tangy, spicy Chutney.

Zahra attacked the Gol Gappey immediately. Chutney filled Ball exploded in her mouth making her moan in pleasure. It was a heavenly feeling. The person who invented this delicious delicacy should be given the Noble Prize.

Aram wasn't fond of street food, he was deep in love with his tasteless salad. He kept feeding crunches of Gol Gappey to Ayan, who was a bigger foodie than his mother. While Zayan was lying beside Zahra. His hands doing Bye-Bye in the air. His eyes looking into the infinity.

Such a beautiful family moment it was.

But suddenly a shriek escaped Zahra's lips.

"Aaah! Aram, it's paining. I think my water broke."

Aram quickly called Dai-ma, who was his nanny and now his kids' nanny as well.

Assured that Dai-ma will take care of Ayan and Zayan, Aram rushed to the hospital with Zahra.

That morning was a memorable one.

The morning when Azeen Ali Khan was born.

Finally, their family was complete with Azeen's birth.

This was their life together. Filled with enormous and endless love.

Zahra and Aram

#Zahram

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So Ishqa has finally ended.