Love Is Rarely A Choice!

Tragedy's Grip.

"Mmm." Azeem nodded, he swiftly grabbed her by her hips and kissed her.

"Mmm...stop..." She felt pleasure and pain on her lips at the same time. Reacting, she covered her mouth and pulled away. "Why did you bite me?"
Azeem pointed his fingertips at her lower lip. "This is your punishment."
Layla was speechless.

The calamity eventually happened anyway...
Layla squinted her eyes as she pulled Azeem closer by his neck and kissed him, surprising him immensely. She murmured, "If this is the punishment, are you trying to make me do it again?"
Azeem felt heat enveloping his body and he grabbed Layla even harder, growling,
"Don't tempt me."

Layla backed away, acting innocently as if she had not done anything to tempt him. "I'm just kidding! I won't do it again. Go now! Let's go home.!"
"Yeah let's go " Azeem told her before getting up to help her too.
Layla watched the man at her sight as he dragged her out the library and she thought about the mafia's words, she felt like something...something was wrong.
As if she would get eaten up once they got home.

Four Months Later.

In the grand tapestry of life, time dances like a fleeting wisp of smoke, swirling and twirling through the chapters of their existence. It slips through their fingers, leaving behind only echoes of memories and whispers of moments gone by. With each passing day, they find themselves caught in its relentless current, carried away on the wings of change.

The hands of the clock spin ceaselessly, ticking away the seconds, minutes, and hours, as if in a hurry to unravel the mysteries of the universe. Yet, as they look back upon the tapestry of their lives, they marvel at how swiftly the threads of time have woven together, creating a masterpiece of experiences, emotions, and growth. It is a reminder that life is a delicate balance between cherishing the present and embracing the unknown of the future, for in the blink of an eye, the chapters turn, and a new story begins.

So, they savor each passing moment, for time, like a bird in flight, waits for no one.

Layla's already in her nine months of pregnancy and her edd,estimated due date is very close. Those months Azeem did everything in his domain to survive through her mood swings,daily stress and manipulations. He rather became a very better man,working with Layla's advice about the Mafia world, for he wanted to be a good father to his baby boy.
But that passion for revenge hadn't faded yet.

Layla had already scheduled how her day would go.
First to meet up with Abdallah who was out of the coma and to clear things away about Aisha.
More baby clothes shopping. But the thing is,how is she going to persuade Azeem to let her go out. He has been exercising caution with how heavy she has gotten.

Getting to the living room she saw Azeem busy going through some paperwork.

She quickly grabbed the opportunity to cozy up to Azeem and massage his shoulders and legs. On the sofa, Azeem did not look at her and seemed to be focused on the document in his hands, but in actual fact..

Layla gently knelt beside him and massaged his legs with just the right amount of force. As she massaged upwards, she would occasionally touch a few sensitive spots.

Even if he used the restraint of the world, there was no way he could focus...
Finally, Azeem  pinched his brows and put the document in his hands aside.

His large hand held Layla's wrist and pulled her up, instantly making her sit on his lap.
"Enough, tell me, what is it."
Layla sat on Azeem's lap and blinked, then weakly said while looking at her fingers as though they were the most interesting thing in the world, "Um.Hubby, how did you know that something's up?"