epilogue

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aapki tareef mein kya kahe

aap hamari jaan ban gaye

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The morning came, daylight unwrapping the hues of the world in its wide open palms. It came as such intricately woven threads of gold so light that its creator can only be divine.

Anabiya sat propped up on the kitchen island, the heart of her palm resting against the curve of her cheek.  Her eyes fleeting towards Meezan, with a dreamy look to them as he methodically moved around the kitchen making lunch for them.

Oh, Man. Looking or just thinking about him made her haywire. She got obsessed with the smallest of things he did. Like, how everytime he made a small spill on the surface of the induction stove, his forehead would bunch up in tension. Or when he would grab some all purpose flour from the top shelf, his neck would cure. His spine stretching against the thin material of his grey t-shirt. Or the way his glasses turn all foggy if he oversaw the boiling liquid in the pot. Or..See she could continue on an eternity just talking about the man before her. That's how wonderful, enchanting, Meezan Zardari was. Perhaps not to the world, but definitely to Anabiya Ibrahim.

"It's rude." He voiced out, removing his now foggy glasses as he eyed them with brows raised in frustration.

"What is?" She questioned grabbing the glasses from his hand and started wiping them with the end of her discarded hijab.

"Staring. You keep staring at me."

Even though, she had a witty answer right at the tip of her tongue. She got wordless. All tangled heat and longing. In reality, if it were up to Anabiya, she would build a universe where it was just them within the confines of their sweet sweet home. He would make food for her and after a tiring day she would climb up into his arms like ivy, crack a silly joke or an inappropriate one, just to hear his precious laughter or have him blush. And all of that she would spin it into a blanket and hold it close to her chest, for the days when she missed him terribly or when he was far.

"It would be cruel not to stare at art in a museum, Meezan."  Anabiya whispered out motioning him to come towards her, her eyes shining with nothing but love and admiration for him.

"Are you objectifying me, Biya?" Meezan exclaimed, coming towards her and standing in between her legs, his ears turning bright red because of his bold wife.

Anabiya felt the pit of her stomach flutter up with what most would call butterflies, when she heard that nickname. It had been two weeks since the end of their trip to UAE and they had shifted to a house of their own. Even since then, everytime Meezan called her "Biya" she couldn't stop the boyish grin from spreading across her face.

"Tsk tsk, Zardari Sahab. Seekh rahe hain aap." She smirked placing his now fog free glasses on his nose.

(You are learning, Mister Zardari.)

"From the very best." Meezan smiled back, wounding his hands around her waist as her legs dangled beside his thighs.

Anabiya threw her head back and laughed against her husband's chest, pride brimming over her skin as a sense of surreal accomplishment took over her body.

"You are so precious, Meezan. You truly are. Just like your name, you bring balence to my existence."

(a/n, the name "meezan" itself means: balence, scales)

"Biya!" Meezan shrieked, not giving Anabiya the reaction she was hoping for. But, then again with him it was always the opposite. "Meri biryani, jal jayegi! Hato!"

(My biryani will burn.)

Anabiya scowled as she saw him scrambling towards his pots and pans hoping to salvage his biryani.

"Kahan phas gayi mein, ya Allah."

(Where did I get stuck? Oh god.)

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(A Year Later)

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"Congratulations, Anabiya Jaan. You are going to become a mother!"

Anabiya's eyes widened as her bones soaked in on the news. Her trembling hands that sat clutched together on the glass table froze. She couldn't believe it!

"A-are you sure, Hani?" Anabiya barely managed to whisper out to her friend who was a gynaecologist.

"Postive, Babe. Mubarak to you and Meezan Bhai." Hanan Shafiq, held onto her friend's wrists who was still shellshocked from the sudden revelation.

This wasn't planned. They hadn't planned for a baby just yet. Her periods had been delayed, but she had just figured it was hormonal imbalance.

"I-I am going to have a baby?" Anabiya mumbled her eyes clouding with tears, as she gazed down at her flat belly.

"Yes! And I am going to become a khala. Finally." Hanan quirked up getting from from behind the table and walking over to her, as she through her hands around her friend.

"This wasn't what we had planned, Hani. I don't know how Meezan is going to react." Anabiya whispered wrapping her own arms around herself as she closed her eyes that were brimming full with tears

"You hadn't planned. But Allah had. It's a blessing, Bee. Don't be scared or ungrateful towards it. I am sure, Meezan Bhai is going to be very happy. Stop stressing."

"I am scared, yes. But, not ungrateful. Never. I have seen far too many people cry and pray for a child. I would never be ungrateful." Anabiya said, finalty coming across her senses, but her mind still clouded with the underlying fear for their future.

"Good. Start this new chapter of your life with no regrets. By the way, You can always give the baby to me if you don't want it after birth. I'll raise it as my own." Hanan mused as she unwounded her arms from around her shoulders.

"Chal Hatt! Lalchi aurat. Pehle shaadi kar aur phir jitne chahe bacche payda kar. Mere bacche pe kyu nazar lagae behti ho?"

(Get lost! Greedy Woman. First get married and then make as many babies as you want. Why are you putting an eye on my child?)

"Possessiveness check karo, madam ki." She giggled eyeing her friend's belly who immediately turned to the other side as if sheilding it from her prying eyes. "Hum to aas lagaye behte hai, Anabiya Jaan. Bus kab aayenge humare shehzade hume ghodhi pe le jaane?"

(See the possessiveness) (I have put up all my hopes waiting for my prince charming to come on a horse and take me with him.)

"Aaj kal kon ghodi par aata hai, yaar? Agar tera shehzada ghodi par aane waala hai to, pakka kahi keechad mein gir gaya hai. Isliye time lag raha hai lagta hai." Anabiya snickered, as she imagined a heavily dressed groom falling into a pit of quicksand.

(Who comes on horse now a days? If your prince charming is coming on a horse then he has definitely fallen into a pothole. That's why he's taking so much time.)

"Dhat! Apne hone waala jeeja ke baare mein kaise baat kar rahi hai. Thu Thu. Thodi to sharam kar."

(How are you talking like this about your future brother in-law? Thu thu. Have some shame.)

"Ek kaam kar tu hi mere liye sharam karle. Mujhe apni sharmeeli dulhan ko jaake ye news deni hai." Saying this Anabiya got up. Her hand cupping her belly as huge smile across her face.

(Do one thing, you itself learn some shame for me. I have to go and tell my blushing bride about this new news.)

"Bus wo aapki bechari sharmeeli dulhan hi hai jo aap jaisi toofan ko sambhal sakti hai. Unke charano mein girna chahiye sabko. Daat deti hoon unke sabr ko." Hanan sighed as she got back to sit in her chair.

(That blushing bride of yours is the only person who can handle a tornado like you. Everyone should fall at his feet. What patience the man has)

"Wo to hai. My sharmeeli dulhan is the best!"

The drive back home was both a breeze and a bundle of nerves for Anabiya. Every step she took had a bounce to it, yet her face controted in a nervous smile. It was Meezan, who was all jittery and anxious when it came to their relationship, she was the cool, laidback one. What had times come to?

It wasn't like Meezan was going to act furiously to the news, he was too good to do any of that. Infact his reaction if she could imagine, would be quite the contrary. He would be shocked for sure, but he would definitely handle it a lot maturely than she did. What she was nervous for, was to reveal the news to him.

She had seen loads of videos on Instagram where pregnancy revealations take place. The pregnant wives usually give their husbands the pregnancy stick wrapped in a box or write it down on cakes or give them baby socks. She didn't want to do any of that, she wanted it to be raw. She didn't want to give her innocent husband a heartattack, since this news was very uncalled for.

Planning up something in her brain, she went up after stocking up on groceries and started cooking the only  dishes she had learnt after marriage, Garlic Naan, Chicken Karahi, Kabuli Pulao and Malai Kebab.

They'll have a nice dinner and then she'll force him to go get icecream and after that they'll go to the beach where she'll announce the big news. It was perfectly planned! Now all she had to do was wait for her husband to get back from work.

Taking a quick bath and putting on a nice blue velvet maxi, Anabiya decided to text him asking if he could come home early today. But the reply never came.

She waited until ten o'clock which was a lot later than when he usually got home. On regular days he would be home by eight-fortyfive being the latest. He claimed to not like the idea of her being all alone later than that. But, today was odd, neither did he pick up her calls nor did he reply to her texts. Soon she found herself drifting off to sleep, exhausted and worried.

It was around, twelve o'clock when she woke up from the front door being unlocked. Jerking up from the couch she was seated on, Anabiya eyed the door expectantly. Her husband entered, shoulders dropped tired, his white dress shirt a crinkled mess. His blazer was hanging off his arm, and his tired eyes from behind the glasses eyed looked puzzled.

"Where were you?" Anabiya glared, shooting up from the couch, ready to storm down his being.

"Stuck at work. Sorry." He tiredly murmured removing his shoes and walking towards their room, not sparing a glance at her.

"Stuck at work?! So stuck at work that you couldn't even text me once to let me know you were going to come late?!" Him not giving her a second glance only infuriated her already frustrated self as she lashed out on him.

"Sorry.." Was his short worded answer as he removed his watch and placed it on the bedside after his wallet.

"Stop answering like that, Dammit. How could you be so irresponsible y--" Anabiya was one again screaming  up and down, but this time around Meezan cut her off.

"I said, I am sorry, Anabiya. I was really stuck at work. I have a terrible headache, Please leave me alone for a while." Meezan calmly replied as he removed his glasses and lay down on the bed, covering his arm over his eyes.

Tears started gathering in Anabiya's eyes at his aloofness. He hadn't called her "Anabiya" in months. It was always "Biya". It stung so hard.

She gave him one last long look as she stormed to their wardrobe and grabbed her travel bag and dumped a few of her clothes into it. She walked out, angry tears flowing down her face and grabbed her basic necessities and when she came to remove her charger that was plugged in near Meezan's side of the bed, he removed his arm from his eyes and looked her her, seeing her condition he sat up straight, alerted.

"What are you doing?"

Not looking at him, she continued adding items to her travel bag.

"Leaving you alone for a while."

"You know I didn't mean it like that." He sighed rubbing his throbbing head.

"You couldn't have been clearer, Meezan." She murmured now, softly. Finally meeting her husband's eyes. Meezan felt his whole world come to a halt, when he saw the look in them. The mocha was swirled in with hurt, deception and underlying somewhere amongst it was disappointment. He hated that look in her eyes. He had hurt her.

"Biya--" He walked out behind her as she headed for the main door, but she abruptly turned around stopping him in his tracks.

"No. Stop." She sternly voiced out, her lips wobbling."You wanted your space, and I am giving you exactly that. And I think we both could use it. Don't try stopping me because I will not. I am going over to Zavi Bhai's house for a few day. I respect you too much to not inform you about my whereabouts."

Meezan winced at the jab in the end, as he eyed her with pain filled eyes. His head throbbing like hundreds of pins were stabbing it from inside.

She slowly leaned towards him her bright red tear flooded eyes not leaving his own.

"I think you have changed, Meezan." She murmured softly, put her hand around the nape of his neck and pulling him down so her forehead touched his.

"Please, prove your Biya wrong. Please do." Saying these last words, she left, leaving him eyeing how the distance between them grew before she disappeared completely. The only remanance of her actually being there in the first place was the slight lavender perfume of hers that lingered around him, and the warm sensation her forehead had casted on his throbbing one.

Turning around Meezan's eyes finally fell on the interior of his house. It was  very minimalistically decorated, cutlery was placed on the dining table, with plates filled with all his favorites delicacies. Now that he recollected, Anabiya was all fancily dressed. Just for him. He had ruined all of it. He had royally screwed up.

Keeping all the food in the refrigerator without eating it, he tossed a painkiller in his mouth and walked back to their empty bedroom.

He couldn't even bring it in himself to lay down on their empty bed without her. It hadn't even been a few minutes since she had left, but the house already seemed abandoned and unfamiliar. The regret and guilt had already started seeping deep down his blood, the poison slowing down his entire system.

His phone suddenly pinged, getting a message from Anabiya; I have reached.

Seeing the message only doubled down on the emotions that floated across his body, getting overwhelmed as they freely started flowing down his cheeks. His whole body shook, his head still throbbing, but he continued crying into the dark night. His whole existence felt incomplete without her. He was lost without her.

How could he do something like this to someone who he loved with his whole heart? How could he hurt the one thing that was the most dearest to him?

And just like that he cried himself to sleep.

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The next morning came with sadness like a painful cleanse. It came as a chance to detox and reassess what is helping and what is hurting, a chance to make new choices. Anabiya was lost in her own thoughts as she sat in the gazebo of her brother's house. Knees hugging her chest and a cup of warm coffee in hand.

Had she overreacted? Meezan did look very stressed out and tired. It wasn't like he had done this before. He didn't do it intentionally.

She had acted so immaturely.

The only sound was of the rain drop thundering from the dark sky adding to her melancholic self, coming with a confident wind, rousing the trees into a vortex of dance.

It felt oddy destructive that she wasn't just drowning in her unresolved thoughts, the rain was coming down to drown her too.

"Anabiya?" Came her brother's comforting voice, causing her to turn back and shoot him a weak smile.

Taking a seat down beside her on the adjacent lawn chair, he leaned back stretching his elbows behind his neck.

"Will you tell me why you came over at midnight and slept in your car or should I go and start kicking Meezan?"

Anabiya's eyes widened, as she eyed her elder brother shocked. She had driven her car over and had slept in the parking space of his house, yesterday night. It was late and she didn't want to worry her brother and sister in law. Later in the morning she got out before they could wake up and asked the maid to let her in.

"Ho-ow-" She stuttered out, but he cut her off, "I am not an idiot, Bee. I have eyes everywhere."

Anabiya couldn't help but snort at that, as she rolled her eyes.

"More like security cameras."

"Tum bolne waali ho ya mein jaake Meezan ke pichwaade mein do stump ghusa aaoon." He calmly questioned as he glared at her.

(Are you going to tell me or should I go and insert two stumps in Meezan's butt?)

"Kuch nahi hua hai. Bhai. Ye mera ghar nahi hai kya? I was missing Bhabhi and Isru Jaan." Anabiya sighed slumping in her seat.

(It's nothing, brother. Isn't this my house too?)

"Aaj to maine nahi chodna hai us chashmish ko." Gritting his teeth he got up from the chair, but Anabiya grabbed him by the arm.

(Today i am not going to leave that spectacle man.)

"I fought with him over a small issue and came here in anger." Anabiya exclaimed her lips wobbling.

"Wahi to mein kahoon, Masoom Meezan ne kuch Kiya hi nahi hoga." Zaviyar Ibrahim snickered to himself and he sat down back into the chair.

(That's what I thought, innocent Meezan must not have done anything itself.)

"Zavi Bhai!" She groaned hiding her face in her palms as tears started flowing down her cheeks once again.

Why are you such an idiot, Anabiya?

"See, this is mian-biwi ke aapas ka maamla so I know better to not meddle amongst it. But, if he ever hurts you, which I doubt he will. And if you aren't able to kick his ass then I am always going to be ready with my stumps, okay?" He mumbled ruffling her hair and giving her a half hug to which she nodded her head.

"Get some sleep, kiddo. And stay for as long you like. Even though chances are that pathetic husband of yours is going to come crawling back to you till evening."

"Hey! He isn't pathetic!" Anabiya screamed as she eyed her brother's smirking face.

"Sure sure." Saying this he left while Anabiya looked at his retreating back as she wiped her drooping red nose.

Her husband was anything but pathetic, he was the best thing that could've ever been dawned on her existence. And, she would hate to lose him because of her pettiness. She was going to go back home and apologise. Yes, that was what she was going to do. She didn't want to start a new chapter of her life after being upset with her beloved husband.

Caressing her belly with tear filled eyes she got up and walked inside the house, heading straight where her room was. She was so exhausted, why did she have to be such a drama queen?! If she hadn't overreacted, they would be happily asleep on a Sunday afternoon.

Sighing she entered her room with a her nephew, Israar tumbling with her as he grabbed onto the ends of her shawl.

"Bee Pho, you crying?" The little boy, mumbled, pulling his favorite person's face in his tiny pudgy palms.

"No, Isru Jaani. Bee Phupho is tired." Anabiya mumbled blinking back her tears as she kissed her nephews forehead lovingly.

Israar was three and was learning to speak proper sentences and it was the  cutest thing Anabiya had witnessed in her entire life.

"Where Zaan? He make you cry?" The boy, frowned not liking her answer.

Anabiya shook her head sighing as she gathered him in her arms.

"Noo, Bee Phupho hurt Zaan."

"Zaan crying?" Israar's curiosity peeked up and he angled his face in her arms to look up at her.

"May-be." Her voice cracked as she said those words out loud.

"Don't cry, Bee Pho. I protect you." Her nephew out on a defensive facade as he stood up from her arms and wiped the tears falling down her cheeks.

Anabiya smiled through the tears as she shook her head at his adorable gesture.

"Promise?"

"Promise." And with that the boy fled out from the room to gather his weapons and an army of toys to protect his beloved Bee Pho.

As soon as he left, Anabiya broke down into full-fledged crying as she fell back on her bed, curling into a foetus postion.

Time passed like it was no one's ally, and just like that she woke up when the shadows of the world had began to set welcoming the nightfall. This time Anabiya knew she wasn't alone because her cheek lay against the familiar warmth of that of her husband. His arms curled around her waist, inclosing her stomach.

Her never ending crying session once again resumed as his familiar perfume filled her senses. The familiar scent giving her homesickness.

As soon as her cries grew louder and her tears began to wet Meezan's shirt, he jerked awake in alarm.

"Biya--" he mumbled out pained as he tried removing her from his chest to look at her but she shook her head and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

"S-tay" she cried buring her face in his neck, her tearing soaking his entire shirt.

"Itni aziyat kyu deti ho khud ko?" His starved, suffering voice mumbled into her hair as he rubbed circles around her waist, trying to calm her hysterical frame.

(Why do you inflict such pain on yourself?)

"Aap m-eri dawa ho, Meezan. Jab aapse mein door jaati hoon to bas aziyat hi yaad aati hai." She whispered finally, breathing out restless from all the tears that she had shed.

(You are my medicine. Whenever I go away from you, inflicting pain becomes my only refugee.)

"Pagal aurat." Meezan barely breathed out kissing the top of her head.

(Crazy woman.)

"I make our relationship so toxic sometimes, don't I?" She chuckled bitterly resting her cheek against his chest.

Meezan slowly hummed as he pulled her up by her waist and tangled one hand in her hair, as the enclosed around her neck. He pulled her close and he rested his forehead against her, just close enough to feel her pulse.

She had her eyes closed as she breathed heavily, the tear drops sticking to her eyelids like diamonds and her sunken cheeks against them made her look no less than an eternal marble statue.

He brought his fingers to her lips and carressed them ever so softly, causing a sigh to leave from within them as she sagged further against his body.

"Biya.." he called out and just when her eyes met his, he clashed his lips against her own.

Kissing her with bruising force and she replied back with just as much, the fierce kiss disclosing all their concerns, problems, apologies and unspoken promises.

Anabiya tangled her fingers in his lucious curls before pecking his lips a last time as she moved away sitting down on his lap.

"I am sorry." She quitely whispered as she rested her head on his shoulder, the crimson tint coming back to her cheeks.

"I love you." He simply replied back kissing the crown of her head as he pulled away the scrunchie securing her hair, and put it on his wrist as her lovely brown curls leveled down bouncing.

"I know you had planned so much, I am sor--" Meezan began his part of the apology but, Anabiya cut him off.

"No! You were absolutely right in your place. I overreacted and we end this conversation here." She asserted, but Meezan opened his mouth again to protest, but she didn't let him.

"When did you come?"

"A few hours back." He mumbled spreading his lips in a thin line as he eased out his palms resting them against her stomach. This caused Anabiya to gulp in anticipation. The news bubbling within her.

"Israar was firing away at me with his Nerf gun because I wasn't crying but I had made you cry. I had to bribe him with chocolates to let me see you."

Normally Anabiya would have squealed at her adorable nephew but today she was nervous for the secret that she was going to reveal on him.

"Meezan?"

"Hmm"

Anabiya turned around, cupping his face within her palms as she bit her lower lip nervously.

"I have to tell you something."

Meezan squinted at her from behind his glasses as he felt her squirming wth some sort of pressure. So her started rubbing circles on her wrists, hoping it would calm her down.

"What do think about babies?"

Meezan sighed as he pulled her closer to his body, he was finally at peace with her in his arms, the exhaustion he had felt in the past twenty four hours weighing down on his existence.

"I don't know, they are fine. I guess."

"What do you think about having babies of our own someday?" Anabiya bit down hot her lip nervously, shivering in his arms, just as these words left her mouth, his body went stone cold frozen.

Anabiya's eyes welled up sensing the change in his demeanor. Her body pressing against his, hoping to restore back the warmth that had left his body.

"A-anabiya?" Meezan's meek voice came from above her as she buried her head under his chin, her palms clutching his shirt in anticipation.

"Are-are you p-regnant?"

"N-no, you are."

"H-huh? I-I am not pregnant, Biya. That's i-impossible"

'Meezan, y-you idiot. I-I am pregnant. W-w are pregnant." Anabiya replied back quivering, almost tormented.

"We are?" His voice came out in absolute doubt, causing Anabiya to giggle as the residual hot tears finally spilled out from the corner of her eyes.

"Yes, Meezan Zardari. Your wife is pregnant and you, my beautiful husband are going to become a very masoom father."

The next second a mouthful of alhamdulillahs, were echoed as she was showered with kisses and affection like never before.

Kissing both her eyes, while he held her close to her chest, he whispered. "I am sorry you had to deal with this all alone. You must have been so stressed out. I promise to never let you go through all this again."

"So we'll not have more kids?" Anabiya teased, still awed in the man's ability to know her unspoken pain.

"If that's what you want. But, this is our blessing and if even for a second did I make you feel like I was unhappy with this blessing then I have to do a lot of work as a husband." He mumbled kissing the crown of her head.

"Everyday my love for you increases tenfolds, the admiration and respect i hold for you knows no bounds, Meezan." Anabiya whispered leaning her head against his shoulder and she settled comfortably in his lap once again.

"Aesi baatein mujhe tum bus sharmane ke liye kehti ho na?" Meezan complained as his hand stroked closer to her stomach.

(You say things like this just to make me shy right?)

"Arey, humaari muhabbat ko aap faraib keh rahe hai? Khair chodein Aaj aapke sab gunah maaf, waise bhi mere siwah aapko koi chane nahi daalne waala." Anabiya smiled closing her eyes, sleep slowing dawning upon her tired self.

(You are calling my love for you decietful? whatever leave, today all your mistakes are forgiven, no other girl will entertain your tantrums anyways.)

"Aapki muhabbat hai isi liye sharam bhi aati hai, warna mein koi aesa waise ladka nahi jo yoon hi sharmajaye." Came back the reply, causing her smile to widen.

(It's your love that's why I become shy, otherwise I am not some random guy who will become shy at everything)

"Haye Mera Dil. God has finally answered my prayers. Kuch to akal aayi hai aap mein. Banda thoda romantic hi hojata hai."

"Sleep, Biya. It's been a long day for you." Meezan answered pulling her closer, even though very much beaming with pride.

And just like that Anabiya drifted off to sleep in the arms of her husband and before she did, she saw him cupping her stomach and whispering to it in the most tender voice.

"How could I not love you the moment I got to know you existed?" Anabiya couldn't make out the rest as she drifted back to slumber but just one thing remained on her mind.

Save yourself for people who always treat you in a way that makes you love yourself. It's okay to not be perfect, because their is always going to be someone out there who will love you for all your imperfections.

There is someone out there whose name is strung in the twine of your destiny, of whose stars align with yours. There is hope, there is always hope. And maybe the Meezan Zardari to your story is late on schedule, but trust me, there is always one out there made exclusively for you. So, please cling onto that tiny hope.

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a/n

Sup, my bezaar bindis!

Yes, it's me. I am alive, lol.

I am not back permanently, but i am alive, if that helps. (◠‿◕)

Did you enjoy this super long epilogue? (5000+ words)

Ik, Ik it was overdue months back, but your gurl, was facing impostor syndrome and frankly was busy with tons and tons of exams.

But, alas today, i was like chuck it! I am going to publish the damn chapter, it's better to receive feedback than mourn over lack of creativity or the sheer amount of overthinking i do on a daily basis.

I hope you enjoyed it, even if you didn't just lemme know. I always appreciate constructive feedback, be respectful though, ily guys. ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

Anabiya and Meezan will forever be close to my heart, because even though this story has close to no drama (apart from Anabiya's backstory) it still is very dear to my heart. It's a very simplistic story and I wanted to keep it real (I don't think I succeeded tho)

I was hoping to write more about them. Insha'Allah maybe I will in the future. But, rn i just wanted to get done with their hanging epilogue, which was literally giving me nightmares.

Enough of my rant sess now, I'll try replying to most of the comments within this week, because I'll be active on the app till then.

Istg I am really looking forward to update the next story in this book, but i am very busy! I hope you guys understand. I'll definitely try writing something but no promises.

Anyways love youu!

Ramadan Mubarak (only less than 10 days left for Eid, lol.)

Stay Safe

~flawfully