Another Hate Love Story

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Don't know from where to start, ending was a faraway thing. On one hand, Sara was angry with me because of whatever happened between us, on the other hand, my family was against me. I don't know how to work on them? But I knew one thing if Sara will forgive me then my family will also forgive me. So my first target is Sara's forgiveness.

Lifting the tray filled with food I walked upstairs, kid's room was dimly lit as Sara along with both kids were restful and sleeping.

"Danish, Bisma... Wake up... See what I have for you" I said loudly. I knew before both of them Sara would wake up. And yes, I was correct with my assumption. I showed as if I didn't even notice her and wake up Bisma and Danish.

"Chamuuuu... What's wrong?" Danish complaint and I sat down on the bed, just beside Sara.

"Come on, have it." I serve a small amount of rice for both of them then serve for Sara, without even glancing at her I place that plate in front of her.

"Chamu you do know, Mami was saying that she will..." I didn't let them complete.

"If I'm your Chamu, then call her Chami..." I kissed Danish's cheek and they both started laughing.

"Chami... It's so funny" Bisma chirped and I looked towards Sara, she was throwing daggers at me but I saw the hint of a smile on her lips, which she was hiding behind the curtain of her anger.

"Now open your mouth" I lift a spoonful of rice for Danish and he liked that but I was unable to feed Sara with my own hands.

"Chami when Chhota baby will come? I want to play with him" Danish and Bisma both asked in unison and I burst out laughing. They both called her Chami.

"Hey...don't call me chami it's so annoying" Sara exclaimed,

I saw my Sara, same childish act with full of joy and all.

"Chami is sounding good" Danish teased Sara, it's true they both kids resemble their parents in teasing and playful nature.

"If you'll call me Chami, I'll call you chashmish" Sara argue with Danish while adjusting his specs on his little which slips down now and then. Finding a chance I whispered in Bisma's ear to give a morsel to Sara.

"Sara Mami" Bisma lift a half spoonful of rice for Sara, and she looked at me.

"Beta you eat this... I'll.."

"Mami pleaseeee" I smiled, this little girl is such a sweetheart. My lovely little princess. That was difficult for Sara to refuse Bisma's demand. I pushed the plate of rice in front of Sara and she glared at me but open she started eating.

"I'm sorry" I mouthed and she looked away. I kissed Bisma's cheek for the innocent help.

"Who wanna come with me for ice cream tonight?" I asked and both kids became excited but Sara was unaffected.

"Chamu we'll buy toys too."

"Okay! anything else?" I asked Bisma, I wanted Sara to talk to me but she was completely ignoring my presence.

"Chamu I'll buy toys and clothes for Chhota baby too, just like Mami was buying a few days back" I looked at Sara after Bisma's words. Sara was doing shopping for our child and I was unaware of that.

I've been missing many beautiful moments...

"What do you think, it's a boy or girl?" I asked Sara and she ignored me, but Bisma shouted happily.

"I want a sister"

"No... I want a brother to play football with him" Danish exclaimed and I smiled. Sara was silently having the same rice dish I had cooked for her. I know she was very hungry.