CHAPTER 53- A NEW LIFE ~ Ayesha💕

A Y E S H A :-

THREE MONTHS LATER.

Hajra moves back after giving Irhaa one last hug and wipes away the tears from her face.

"I will visit you soon, okay?" She says and Irhaa nods, her pale face had blotches of red from crying, "Take care."

Hajra smooths down her hairs and I blink back my tears, cursing my emotional trait.

Irhaa holds her hands and says, "I will miss you, don't stop visiting me."

Hajra breaks in another set of tears, "How could I?"

She envelopes Irhaa in another hug and I swallow the gravel in my throat.

It was the day Irhaa always wished for, her family. Few days ago she read an article in the newspaper about Farhan's new construction project with a client, who owned a well known constructing organisation. The name of the project struck to her first.

When she saw the name, she immediately asked Hajra to make a call to Farhan and said to him that the man he is making deal with is her father.

Who she thought was dead.

Atleast that what her evil relatives who left her said to her.

After hearing Irhaa so confident about the man being her father, Farhan sprang to action and asked his client Mr. Wazir usmani, for his daughter's whereabouts who he thought was dead.

As soon as he described it, Farhan brought him to Bilal and Hajra's house and stood him in front of Irhaa, his daughter.

And the meeting of a father and daughter who rekindled after years and thought each one of them was no more, still bring tears to my eyes.

After running an precautionary background check, Farhan confirmed Irhaa was indeed wazir usmani's daughter. Her evil relatives even changed her name from usmani to Irhaa Ansari.

Later the meet, Irhaa announced her wish to live with her father from now on and move out from Hajra and Bilal's house where she had been living for the past nine months.

One week later, it was time for her to leave, I hadn't met her so much but the idea of her living with her father and being happy after what she'd been through made me really happy for her.

On the other side, Hajra was really emotional from her exit. She got really attached to her, if not like a sister, she always looked after her like a mother.

"Why do they need to cry so much?" Yousuf sniffed from beside me.

"I don't know." I say frantically wiping away my tears watching Hajra walk out Irhaa to her father's awaiting car by the gate.

"I wish I was watching a drama, at least I could skip the emotional part." Yousuf says in a strained voice.

"Or watch it on a high speed." I whisper feeling my throat clog again, "Atleast they look funny while crying."

"I am happy for her." Yousuf says, "But I am also sad. She felt like one of us."

"You are right, but just look at her anticipation," I point her giving her father a biggest smile, which made the skin around her doe eyes crinkle. "And that smile, I have never seen her smile so big."

"She is going to get what she always wished for." Yousuf sighs in content. "Am I right nain?"

I look back at the brooding man beside him and raise my eyebrows seeing him, looking at Irhaa with hard eyes, for a second I think I saw a glimmer in his eyes, until it vanished again and his black eyes returned back to their icy form.

No wait. He is always an emotional stone, I might be misreading it.

Farhan who was standing by with Irhaa, said his goodbye, "Allahafiz Irhaa. All the best for your future, remember what I said to you. Whenever you feel to talk to your Lala, you have my number right?"

She nods and wipes her tears, "Yes, I-I will visit you too."

Farhan smiles, "You will?"

She nods and turn to look at me, I give her a smile and she returns one, she looks beside me at Yousuf and her smile doesn't deter, but when she looks beside him, it does.

"Should we leave now my daughter?" Mr. Wazir asks warmly,

Irhaa breaks her stare from us and gives her father a nod.

Bilal bhai opens the car door for her and she gives him a smile and promises to visit daniyal soon.

Before climbing in the car, her gaze sweeps back and it lingers more than five seconds on the brooding man beside Yousuf.

It might be my lack of sleep because when I look at him, his eyes had a hint of vulnerability. One moment, just one. And then he composed himself as Bilal closed the car door.

We all watch the black car driving off to the road until it appeared as a blob and then gone.

"Feels like I send off my daughter." Hajra sighs leaning towards her husband who wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

I walk towards Farhan who was looking at the road ahead, noticing my presence, he relaxes as I grab his arm and lean on his shoulder.

"Stop it you all." Yousuf says, snapping our attention to him, "First she went off, and now all of you are making me feel lonely. Who am I supposed lean on? This block of ice?" He points at Hasnain who in return glares him.

Hajra chuckles, wiping away last of her tears.

"Alright my teddy bear, let's go inside."

We all walk inside their house and a weird sense of missing presence was felt already. Irhaa always used to be in her room, whenever we used to come over, we never forced her to come down. But we knew she was there, taking care of daniyal, or making something and disappearing back. Like one time she made a milk cake for me when she heard me and Hajra talk and on our next visit, I found it with a name tag of mine in the fridge.

She only talked to hajra. But her presence was missed widely now.

Farhan, Bilal, Yousuf and Hasnain settled down in the living room and started their regular conversation of football, politics and what not.

I accompanied Hajra to the kitchen, as I promised I would teach her make my most loved caramel tres leches which I once made on our dinner with Bilal and Hajra.

"So how are you holding up?" I ask closing the door of the oven and setting the timer.

"To be honest," Hajra sighs leaning against the counter, "I am sad from her departure, but I am also really happy she got to meet her real family."

"Did you looked at her smile?" I say remembering the brightest smile on her face, "It was like she was gifted with the eighth miracle of the world."

"It wasn't any less from it." Hajra chuckles, and then sighs, "She deserves all of it. And that is all reassurance I want."

I kept the saucepan on the stove with sugar in it and simmered the flame, "You are very attached Irhaa, is it something about her...or the situation?"

Hajra's head jerked up, her face caught off guard, "What are you, a psychic?"

"No." I chuckle, "A silent observer."

Hajra shakes her head and looks down, her usual cheery smile wearing off, her eyes cascade down, with a hint of sadness.

"We were three sisters." She begins, her voice low now, "The youngest one, kulsum," a small smile touched her lips, "My precious little girl, she was seven years younger to me, and I always looked after her like a mother, and she wouldn't behave for anyone not also our mother, but only me."

I smile looking at her, the smile remained on her until it faltered down, "My father ruined it all, he was addicted to gambling. He lost everything in his bet, sold our house, we had to live in my grandmother's house, and he didn't stopped there, to get back some amount, he had a plan to kidnap me and sell me off."

I couldn't stop the gasp of horror.

Hajra chuckles bitterly, "Outrageous I know, but when he sneaked in to kidnap me, he mistaken kulsum for me and took her instead. My grandmother and my mom tried very hard to look for her, no police or authorities were ready to look at our case. We searched her everywhere until one day we heard the news of a young girl pushed out of a running train." Her voice falters, "It was her."

I couldn't control the sob and move forward to give Hajra a hug.

She tried silently on my shoulder, "It was long ago, but it still hurts. Unknowingly I started seeing her in Irhaa, it was like universe gave me a chance to relive the relationship once I had with kulsum. That's why it was hard for me to let her go."

"You are one of the most strongest woman I ever met, Hajra." I say moving away from the hug, "And the work you do for you organisation and everyone, truly remarkable. Don't let that deter you."

Hajra chuckles and wipes away her tears. "Thank you."

I wipe away my tears and look back at the caramel which I was making, seeing it already done, I added butter and fresh cream in it to make the caramel sauce.

"I am a mess since morning." I say feeling my nose burn from the crying.

"I can see that." Hajra chuckles and raises her eyebrows seeing me take a lick at the caramel sauce. "But why is that?"

I shrug, "It's really delicious," I say and take a spoon and let her taste the sauce, her eyes lit up and she hums.

"You are a magician." She says licking the sauce from the spoon.

"Who is a magician?" Yousuf asks taking a seat on the bar stool in front of the counter. Hajra makes him taste the sauce and his mouth falls open,

"Take me under your wing, master."

We both laugh and I scoop up some whipping cream and ask Yousuf to whip it for me.

He rounds the counter and plugs in the hand blender, "Better than hearing politics and sitting next to a glacier."

My eyes moved across to the said glacier, who sat there, his eyes unmoving from the football match playing on the television.

I nudge Hajra and point at him, "Is Hasnain always like this?"

Hajra nods, "Unfortunately yes, after a lot of trying and persuading, we learned to accept that this is his nature, he doesn't likes to talk much."

I think for a while before saying, "He looked...quite upset from Irhaa's leave."

The hand blender stopped and Yousuf turn to look at us, "You observed that too?"

"Wait," Hajra raises her hand, "It means it was just not in my head?"

We all three look at each other and frown looking back at Hasnain.

"Is it a possibility..?"

"Could he maybe..?"

"Totally." Yousuf completes.

"Or.." I began, "We are just reading too much into it?"

"And he could be a normal human too sometimes?" Hajra asks,

"Ah," Yousuf nods, "Could be." He shrugs and resumes his task.

The timer goes off and I take out the sponge cake and cover it with a cloth to let it cool.

"So Yousuf what's your plan on specialisation?" I ask taking out the oven mitts from my hands.

Yousuf keeps the whipped cream in the refrigerator and faces us, uncertainty on his face.

"I got a offer from Birmingham." He says and we both stare at him with open mouth,

"Why didn't you told us about it?" Hajra asks in shock.

"Because..," Yousuf leans against the refrigerator, "I am not sure about it."

"About the work?" I ask,

"No. It's great, wonderful even. Four years of residency, with flexibility of free health care and me and my family already possess a uk passport, they could come with me."

"I sense a but." Hajra says noticing his reluctant tone.

"But." Yousuf sighs, "There-there is something holding me back."

"Is it your family related?" Hajra asks and he shakes his head.

Realisation hits me and I fight back a grin, "Who is she?"

Yousuf snapped his head at me, his face giving away that he has been caught off guard.

Hajra gasps and points at him, "Oh my god, yes. You are one of the most career driven person I met, and other than family issues I don't think there is a other reason for your reluctance."

"W-what N-no?" Yousuf chuckles awkwardly, noticing our determined expressions, his shoulders slump down and he sighs, "Fine you both are right."

We both give each other an high five and Yousuf shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips, a shade of red evident on his face as he nervously tucks his glasses up.

"The name, Yousuf." I say excitedly, "How does she looks?"

"Do we know who her? How long had you been in love?" Hajra asks excitedly.

"Woah, woah!" He holds his hands up, "Calm down. Let me break a few things to you both. I don't have an affair with her, heck I barely talked to her."

"What?" I frown.

"So you have a crush?" Hajra asks, "That's cute."

"It sounds like a crush, but.." he takes a deep breath, "But feels more like it."

I sigh, holding my hand to chest, "Are we witnessing your first love?"

Yousuf shrugs, "Yes."

"Oh my little pumpkin boy." Hajra pinches his cheeks, "Look at you all grown up and in love. Mama is so proud."

"I don't accept you as my mama." Yousuf shudders.

"Can we get a name? And do we know her?" I ask excitedly.

"I don't want to give you both a hope, but for the record yes you know her." He smiles.

"When will you make it official then?" Hajra asks jumping on her toes.

"Hold on, wild bear." Yousuf says, "Let me start talking to her, see if she's interested in me, blind her with my charm, and I promise, when that happens, you both would be the first one's to know."

"Done." I grin.

"Deal." Hajra claps her hands, "Now it's your story to deal and fill us on your epilogue."

Yousuf laughs, his smile bigger than ever. Aw love really suits him.

"Done."

I am sure whoever she is, she's the luckiest to have a guy like Yousuf.

"Now ladies," Yousuf says taking out the milk portion to pour it over the cake and whipping cream from the refrigerator, "Let's serve some très leches par Ayesha to the political lions."

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Bilal bhai groans pushing away his empty plate, "I feel like I ate thousands of carbs. But so worth it."

"I swear I could inhale those tres leches all my life." Yousuf groans patting his stomach.

"I don't like sweets, but this is my sin breaker." Hajra says taking the last bite.

"Thank you everyone." I smile warmly, my eyes drifts back to my husband, who reaches out to take his third serving.

"I don't care if I get fat," Farhan sighs taking a bite of the tres leches, "Atleast I will grow fat with tasty foods like these."

"Don't exaggerate, now." I smack his shoulder and he shrugs continuing to eat the dessert.

The lunch was now over, and my dessert was yet again a hit. We enjoyed the lunch with our conversations and Yousuf's jokes. Hasnain left before lunch saying he had something to attend to. Hajra insisted him to have lunch but he denied and left.

Saying it was normal of Hasnain to close off like that, Bilal bhai assured us he is fine.

Hajra gets up from her chair and starts collecting the dishes from the table, when I stood up to help her, she immediately made me sit down saying I'd already done so much work by making the dessert, my protests fell on deaf ears as Hajra glared at me.

Bilal bhai and Yousuf stood up to help while Farhan kept eating his dessert.

"You are acting like I don't make desserts for you at home." I say once they went out of earshot.

He shrugs, "I like, no love everything my wife makes or does." He gives a lazy grin, "Quite a fan of you ma'am."

I smack his knee and hastily get up from the chair and walk towards the living room, taking a seat on the couch.

Farhan follows me and sits beside me, after a while Bilal bhai and Hajra joins us, Yousuf was loading the dishes into the dishwasher, Bilal asked him not to, but he is even more stubborn than Hajra.

"Yousuf come over here, we need to say something important." Farhan calls him,

"I can hear clearly over here FB, keep talking." Yousuf answers.

Farhan shakes his head and looks at Bilal and Hajra, who adjusted the baby monitor on the centre table and then looked ahead at us,

"So as you both know, we all were talking for a month for this alliance which came for Mina, and finally last week it was finalised that Mina's nikkah will be in next month." Farhan says happily.

A month ago, one of the relatives of mama's friend reached out to her and asked for Mina's hand in marriage for her son, saying he got quite smitten by her seeing her in a wedding.

Baba and Farhan were reluctant at first, seeing Mina had just turned nineteen, she was still very young. But our dear Mina couldn't keep her feet on the ground and immediately jumped to say yes. She talked to the guy on Skype with a looming Farhan behind the screen, and after two days she gave her approval saying she is ready and understood the guy.

The guy, Maaz, lived in Australia and couldn't come back for another two years because of his visa issues, so his family suggested that we do a nikkah first and later we could do the rukhsati until then mina could finish her graduation and maaz would be here for the rukhsati.

Hajra claps excitedly, "Congratulations to you both." She gives me a hug and Bilal bhai hugs Farhan.

We all were chatting excitedly about Mina's nikkah until we fell silent hearing the shattering sound of a glass.

"Yousuf?" Hajra runs to the worriedly and we all follow her,

Upon reaching, I gasp seeing blood oozing out from Yousuf's palm, and the broken shards of glass laying beneath his feet. I couldn't see his face, because he was looking blankly at his hand.

"Yousuf?" Bilal bhai says in a rushed voice, he takes out the first aid from the drawer as Hajra inspects his wound.

"I am sorry," Yousuf says in a strained voice, "It slipped."

"It's okay Yousuf," Hajra assures running his hand under the water, "Allah, this cut looks nasty. We should get it checked by a doctor."

"Yousuf are you alright?" I ask stepping away from the glass shrads on the floor, which Bilal bhai sweep it away to a corner. "Let's go to the doctor." I wince looking at the blood flowing down his palm.

"Yes, I am taking out my car." Farhan says stepping away from the kitchen when Yousuf called out,

"No," his voice gruff from pain, "I can do it. I have been patching you all for so long, I could do it for myself too." He chuckles, but it didn't looked like he enjoyed it.

"Don't be a baby." Farhan scolds him, "There could be an infection."

"No it's not." Yousuf says looking at the wound, "It's just the initial state, if I do something it will pain more. It's better to leave it as it is."

Weather from the pain or something else, there was an unknown roughness to his voice.

Yousuf opens the first aid box and takes out an alcohol swab, he roughly wipes it on his wound, making me and Hajra wince simultaneously.

"Ah I um remembered." Yousuf says deftly wrapping a bandage on his hand, "I need to be somewhere."

"Fine you can go but your wound—" Yousuf cuts Hajra off,

"Hajra," he calms her down, "Relax, it will recover."

He walks out of the kitchen and we all follow him out, "Oh and FB," he says wearing his coat.

"Congratulations on your sister's...wedding."

"Thank you, I'll send you the invites." Farhan nods giving his shoulder a pat, "And have someone take a look on it." He points at his hand.

Yousuf cracks half a smile looking at his hand, "I will try to."

"If you don't I will drag you from your house to a doctor." Hajra huffs.

"And no one could stop her." Bilal bhai says and we all chuckle.

Yousuf chuckles and heads towards the door, he gives one last smile before closing the door behind him.

*****

I wrap my arms around myself, feeling the early autumn winds breeze past me.

I smile looking up, the full moon on the dark sky, giving a contrast to the colourful blobs of the city lights ahead.

I will never get tired of the view from our balcony.

My favourite place.

My smile widened when I felt two arms snake around my waist and I was tugged back to a warm embrace.

I rest my hands on top of husband's as he nestled his face on my neck, making a shiver pass through my spine.

Ever so slowly and sensuously, he dragged the tip of his nose from my cheek to my neck and plants an agonising airy kiss on my neck.

"Happy anniversary, wife." He whispers in my ear, and kisses the spot below it, making me coil back in his arms.

"Happy anniversary, husband." I whisper as he continued peppering kisses along my jaw.

It's been one year since we got married. One whole year with Farhan, one beautiful year with him. There were our ups and downs, and somehow we always made through it, there were tears, but after that there were also so many laughs that awaited us. So many memories made, lessons learned.

And most of all, our bond grew more stronger. And I couldn't thank Allah for more.

Being our first anniversary, my mom decided to throw us a celebratory dinner at her house, so all day we would be roped over there, we couldn't postpone it, because from next week, Murat and safa's wedding activities would start. And we were too tired to celebrate early, seeing we only landed from Istanbul five days ago after attending Mina's nikkah ceremony.

So to get some time to ourselves, we decided to celebrate it midnight, in our little way, just us.

"One year together huh?" Farhan chuckles, intwining his fingers to mine.

"Yes," I sigh, "Alhumdulliah."

"Alhumdulliah." He repeats.

We stay silent and look at the sky ahead, the moon shining on the dark sky more than ever, and for once it didn't looked like the dark sky was alone, the moon completed it in a way no other things could be compared.

Today there were few stars twinkling around the moon, contrasting perfectly with the dark sky and moon, like a perfect little family.

I turn around, feeling Farhan stepping away from me, a smile touched my lips when he extended his hand forward,

"Can I steal you for a dance Mrs. Siddque?" He grins.

I place my hand in his, "You may."

He steps forward and grabs my waist and I place my hands on his shoulders, swaying around to no music in particular, except the faraway sounds of car honks from the road, the rustling of leaves of my potted plants, the chilly winds and our heart beats.

Perfect music to ever exist.

"On our wedding day, you said something to me," I say and he frowns, "You said something about my interest in leaving hands, why did you said that?"

Realisation crosses his face and he chuckles, "You remember huh? Well, after Fahad's bhai's engagement remember the family picnics we used to meet?" I nod, "During one of them, you grabbed my hand mistaking me for Murat, when you saw it was me, you went red like a tomato and snatched your hand away, and ran away like I was a mercury ball."

I groan hiding my face on his shoulder as a laugh rumbles out of his chest.

"Of course I would be embarrassed." I admit defeatedly, "But now I could confess at that time I might have had a tiny crush on you."

He raises his eyebrows, impressed. "I mean who could resist this face."

"There he is." I roll my eyes and he laughs, spinning me around so my back hit his chest.

We fell silent for a while, absorbing each other's warmth in our safe cocoon, "Do you know what your mom said to me on our wedding day?" He asks.

I shrug, "Tell me."

"She told me, we are giving you a diamond, take care of her, do not take her shine from her, instead shine with her. I didn't understand it until it hit me." He says resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Wow." I chuckle, "Mother's really knows a way to heart don't they?" My heart beating loudly in my chest.

"And they are always right." Farhan says and I felt the chill air hitting my neck as he move aside my hairs to one side.

Goosebumps arose on my arms as I felt a cold metal sliding up against my neck. I look down and smile looking at the diamond pendant resting on my collarbone.

"Happy anniversary to my beautiful wife." Farhan says clasping the hook and wraps his arms around me again.

"Thank you, it's beautiful." I whisper holding the pendant in my hand, I turn around to face him and move forward to place a kiss on the corner of lips. "Now it's my turn for the gift."

"Gladly." Farhan whispers in a daze but frowns when I step aside and pick up the envelope resting on the cushion of the swing.

"I am getting a gift too?" He chuckles as I hand him the envelope. "What is it?"

I watch as he opens the envelope and his grin widens as he takes out the paper folded under it, "A letter?"

Letters. It became a major part of our relationship. Ever since Farhan read my letter of my confession —which he keeps in his wallet— six months ago in Istanbul, unknowingly it started playing a major role in our lives.

He wrote a letter to me on my birthday as a gift along with diamond bracelet he brought— but I loved the letter the most.

Something about letters are so beautiful, so intimate, sharing your feelings with someone who you love, and only you both have a right to understand and confess through words. It's a different kind of affection.

And what would've been a better gift to Farhan than a letter?

"Read it." I encourage him, grabbing his arm as we both lean against the balcony railing.

"My dear husband," he begins with a grin, "Happy Anniversary my love. I always pray and wish we always celebrate our anniversaries together for the next hundred years." Farhan chuckles.

"It's been a tough ride. We didn't start of great, there were ups and downs, misunderstandings, fights, we both said and did something we didn't want to, we knowingly and unknowingly had upset each other, there were days which are too hurtful and difficult to even remember." He pauses and kisses my palm.

"But after that, after overcoming every storm, every hurricane, we faced our sunshine too, the one which always embraces us with positivity, warmth, we learned, we forgived, we communicated, and during that journey, our hearts along the way unknowingly started beating a new name, you mine's, and I yours. And after realising our love for each other, it was difficult for us to stay separate from each other. We were ready to cross any borders, fight any wars, just to be with each other." Farhan smiles and kisses my forehead.

"And just like that, after winning our wars, and dreams we came a long way. So long that now that I think, the Farhan who I married was an illusion, and the Farhan who I love is reality, my beautiful reality." Farhan pauses and turns to me, his eyes glistening.

I tap his nose and he chuckles, blinking back his tears and continues reading,

"Distances lead us to our dreams, our reality, and just like that we completed one year. Together. Our future will be beautiful, with you by my side and I by yours, inshallah." Farhan smiles and mutters, "Inshallah." He brings me closer to him as he reads the last paragraph,

"And to join this future journey, even Ahad is excited, he already says he can't wait to be with you. Love you always my Farhan."

He frowns looking at the last line, "Who is Ahad?"

My hearts started beating wildly as I fish out a a small picture from nightgown's pocket, which I had it hidden for so long,

I bring up the picture next to the letter and say in a trembling voice, "He is."

Farhan looks up from the letter and pauses looking at the black and white blob on the paper.

"What is—" he pauses, I watch his reaction with anticipation, realisation noticeably hits him and his eyes widen, his mouth hung open and his eyes fixated on the picture.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, he stares at the picture, his whole body frozen from shock. I chuckle giving him a nudge.

He finally blinks and his throat bobs as he move forward a shaky hand and takes the sonographic picture from my hand, "Is that-is that—"

"Our baby, yes." I complete it for him, tears gathering in my eyes.

Farhan looks at me with evident tears in his eyes, "O-our baby?"

"Yes." I nod, tears falling down from my eyes as I grab his free hand and place it on my belly, "I am going to be a mom, and you a dad."

A tear escapes from the corner of his eyes, "Dad?" He whispers looking at my belly.

"Yes." I nod happily, "We are going to be parents Farhan." I say excitedly.

Farhan chuckles incredulously, "We are going to be parents." He repeats, he laughs delightfully and pulls me in a tight hug.

We both laugh heartedly as he spins around and kisses my forehead.

"We are going to be parents." He repeats, tears shining in his eyes as he laughs excitedly holding me closer.

Farhan moves back and gives a teary smile, "I love you so much." He whispers before brushing his lips against mine.

He pours out all his love, his feelings, his happiness, excitement all in his kiss. Tears fall down our faces as we embrace each other, feeling our relationship getting stronger than ever.

Farhan moves back and looks down at my belly, my heart nearly busted out my chest when he kneels down and places a warm kiss on my belly.

He stares at my belly with so much love as if he could already see our child. "Mama and baba can't wait to meet you." He steals a look at me before saying, "Your mama says you are Ahad but I say you are my Falak."

He stands up again and wipes away my tears, "Falak?"

He nods, "Ahad?"

"I love it." We both say in unison and chuckle.

He pulled into another hug and I sigh in content placing my head on his chest.

"I am so nervous." I say wrapping my arms around his back. "I don't know what to do."

Farhan kisses on top of my head, "We'll figure it out." He grins, "We are a team, aren't we mama?"

I chuckle, "Of course, baba."

He places his forehead on mine, and holds me closer. Our hearts beating in sync, nervous, excited, nonetheless happy about the future.

But most of all, our hearts are beating with loves.

Nothing matters more than that, no extra celebration, fancy dinners, fireworks or expensive gifts matter to us.

Our little balcony, comforting silent night and our love.

It's enough for us.

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A/N:-

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