*4 years later*
"Mama," the little voice whined.
"Jee, mama ki jaan?"
(Yes, mamas life)
"I want Baba," The three year old said, her lips formed in a pout.
"Baba, ahray hai." Layla replied.
(He's coming)
The little girl pouted harder and crossed her arms. She wanted her baba now. Layla just smiled at her daughters pout. Truth is, she was jealous of how much importance her daughter gave to Zayn. Them two could not live without each other.
A lot had happened in these past 4 years. Layla and Zayn were the happiest couple. Sure they had their fights and arguments but they still loved each other with all their hearts.
They also decided to buy their own house instead of living in Zayns parents house.
Layla watched as Maya got up from the couch and placed herself on her mothers lap. She buried her face in the crook of her mothers neck, just like Zayn does. Another thing they both love to do.
"Are you sleepy, baby?" Layla asked in a soft voice. Maya nodded her head and closed her eyes.
Layla was so happy that Allah had blessed them with this angel. She was the cutest thing ever and she made their day brighter. She thought back to the day when she found out she was pregnant.
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Layla was to scared to look at the stick. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest. These last few days, she was continuously throwing up. She was talking to her bhabi and she suggested that Layla should take a pregnancy test. The signs were pretty clear. Her period was late, she was emotional and she threw up every time she smelt food.
The timer on her phone buzzed, indicating 5 minutes had been over. She shakily reached her hand out to grab the stick.
Pregnant.
The tears that had been threatening to fall earlier flew down her cheeks. "Ya Allah," she thought to herself, "What if Zayn doesn't want this child? What will I do then? Will he be happy?" All the negative thoughts started rushing in. "No, stop Layla, think positive." She encouraged herself.
Drawing out a shaky breath, she washed her face and tried to calm herself down. She had to tell Zayn the news. She grasped the pregnancy stick in her hand and started walking towards his office. Since Layla wasn't feeling well, Zayn decided to work from home. Layla told him that she was fine but he was not having it. She then threatened him that if he doesn't at least work from home, she'll make him sleep on the couch. He immediately rushed to his office at home and started working.
Upon reaching the door, she let out a shaky breath. "I can do this," she encouraged herself.
Zayn looked up from his work to see his wife entering. He gave her a warm smile before it was wiped off when he got a good look at her face.
He immediately got up and rushed to her side, the frown evident on his face. "Jaan, are you okay? Why are you so pale? Has something happened? Are you hu-," he started spewing out questions and examined her to see if she was injured.
Her heart still skipped a beat to this day when he called her jaan.
"Zayn, I'm okay," she said. "I actually have to tell you something. It's really important."
"Go ahead, I'm listening,"
"Well, umm you see..." How do I tell him?
"Layla, your worrying me. Are you sure your o-,"
"I'm pregnant." She blurted out.
Silence.
"What?" He finally said.
Layla gulped before continuing, "I'm pregnant, Zayn." She brought out the pregnancy stick in front of her to show it to him.
Impulsively, he took a step back. "Pregnant?" He once again asked. They only time she had seen him this vulnerable was when he apologized to her after the drunken incident a few months ago.
Layla's expression couldn't help but drop. "He doesn't want it," she told herself. She looked down at the floor before she was enveloped in a hug.
Zayn placed kisses all over her face and she giggled at his actions.
"You've made me the happiest man alive, Jaan. I love you so much," he whispered in her ear.
"I love you too,"
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Layla smiled at the memory. She would never forget that day. From that day on, he was so careful with her and didn't mind her mood swings one bit. He was there with her all along the way.
She looked down to see her daughter fast asleep. Layla smiled softly and before she knew it, she was fast asleep with her daughter in her arms.
Zayn walked in the house to silence. Usually his eager daughter would be rushing to meet him but that wasn't the case today. He walked in the living room and the sight melted his heart. His jaan and his daughter were cuddled up on the couch fast asleep. He chuckled at their cuteness. It was already 10 pm. He had returned late from work because of an important meeting he and his employees were preparing for.
Zayn leaned down and pressed a light kiss to both their foreheads. He gently untangled Maya from her mother and carried her up the stairs. He opened his door and placed her on her bed that was shaped like Cinderellas carriage.
He went back downstairs and carefully grabbed Layla bridal style. Instinctively, Layla cuddled closer to her husband while he smiled at her. He placed on her their bed and went into the closet to change.
When he walked out the closet, he saw his wife awake and caressing her 6-month bump. He smiled to himself and walked towards her. He got in bed and pulled his wife closer.
"Aap nay khana kaya?" She asked, running her fingers through his hair. He loved when she did that.
(Did you eat)
"Hmm," was all he replied with and snuggled closer to Layla.
"How was your day?" He asked.
"Well, Maya kept me busy and threw a tantrum every 2 hours because her baba wasn't home." Layla joked.
"Your just jealous she loves me more,"
"Yah, okay," she rolled her eyes.
Zayn looked up at his wife. The moon highlighting her innocent features. Pregnancy really suited her. Her cheeks were as rosy as ever and were slightly chubbier. A pout was prominent on her face and she had stopped running her hands through her his hair.
"I really love you Layla," he whispered in the darkness of the night. Layla blushed just like she did the day he admitted true his feelings for her.
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Today was the annual award ceremony held for all businesses around the world. The company owners would all meet up in Dubai this year. Zayn decided he wanted Layla to go with him so he could attend the ceremony and spend some time sightseeing with his Jaan. But yesterday they had a huge argument which ended up with the couple ignoring each other. The plane ride was uncomfortable for they were doing their own thing and not interacting.
Zayn introduced his wife to all his business partners and their families at the ceremony one by one. Soon enough, she was the only woman standing in between a group of men.
"If you want, you can go to that circle there." Zayn said and pointed at a circle of about 10 ladies. Layla nodded her head and walked towards the group, glad to be away from her infuriating husband. They recognized her immediately for they had been introduced before. They were all nice but two of the woman kept glaring at Layla, but she just ignored them. Of course they were jealous. Jealous of Layla's beauty and her husband who a lot of people wanted for themselves.
Layla was dressed in an elegant, conservative maroon colored gown that complimented her slightly tan skin and brown hair. Her hair was styled in a French braid.
The awards were all handed out and Zayn won one too. A close friend of his won the businessman/woman of the year award. They decided to stay a little longer to mingle more after the awards were passed out.
After a while of conversing with the kind ladies, she walked towards a table and took a seat. Her heels had worn her out.
Layla was looking around the room before she felt a presence beside her. She looked over and saw a man with blonde hair and dazzling green eyes staring at her.
He held out his hand for her to shake, "Hi, I'm Ryan," he said. Layla looked at his hand then back at him. She knew it was wrong to touch a Nah- Mehram. Instead she gave him a forced smile and looked away.
(Nah-Mehram= Someone that isn't your brother or father and isn't related to you. In Islam it's forbidden to touch a nah mehram)
"Playing hard to get, I see," he said, a smirk visible in his face. His smirk was nothing like the one Zayn wears. Zayns was teasing and breathing taking where as Ryan's made her feel uncomfortable. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes.
"Why would Allah waste such beautiful eyes on a guy like him?" She questioned herself before she caught on to her mistake. "Layla, don't think bad of people," she scolded herself.
Layla decided to just ignore him thinking he'd get the hint but this guy was relentless. He placed his hand in front of him and slightly bowed. "May I have this dance?"
"Look, your nice and all but I have a hu-," Layla was cut off by being pulled into a hard chest. She instinctively put her hand on the persons chest to steady herself while the person wrapped their arms around her waist.
The idiot had pulled her to his chest!
"Layla? What the hell his going on?" Zayn questioned, looking between the man that had his arms around his wife's waist.
Zayn immediately took action and pulled Layla gently, yet firmly towards him.
"Dude, chill. Me and this pretty lady were just about to dance. Do you mind?" Ryan said rudely.
Zayn could feel his jaw clenching, "This pretty lady is my wife. So back off, bastard." Zayn growled out.
"We can always share," Ryan suggested, a twisted smirk on his face.
And that's when hell broke loose.
Zayn pounced on Ryan and immediately started throwing punches. It was obvious that Zayn would win because of his strength. He was taller and broader then Ryan.
Layla stood there shocked after her husband landed punch after punch.
"ZAYN!" She shrieked. "Stop, you're going to kill him!" But Zayn ignored his wife and continued punching Ryan on the jaw. He was barely conscious and there was so much blood.
Layla stepped forward and placed her hand on Zayns shoulder. This could tarnish reputation!
"Zayn, please. Let him go," she didn't realize the tears started pouring until they landed on her hand and his shoulder. Zayn immediately froze as soon as the tears landed on his shoulder. He looked around the room to see everyone staring at them. He slowly got up before grabbing Layla's wrist and dragging her out of the ball room.
"Zayn, Zayn slow down. ZAYN!" She shouted as she fell on the hard concrete floor. He had been walking too fast and the heels made it hard for her to catch up to him.
"Sh*t, are you alright?"
"No! I'm not alright. What the hell was that back there?! Do you know how dangerous that is for you image? You really wanted to risk it all just over some idiot that couldn't keep his hands to himself?" She shouted.
"Yes! Yes, I am ready to risk everything if someone tries to take advantage of love of my life!" He shouted back, his breaths coming out heavy and ragged.
Layla stood there, flabbergasted. "Y-you love me?" She whispered.
Zayn took her hand into his and pulled her close to him. He rested his head on hers and whispered, "Of course I love you, Layla. How can I not? Your absolutely perfect in my eyes and I wouldn't trade anything in the world for you. You are my world, my life, my jaan."
"I love you, too." She replied without any hesitation. She truly did.
And that night, they expressed their love in many other ways and became one
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"Yah, I love me too," she joked.
"Har har, you've got me rolling on the floor," he said sarcastically. "But seriously, I love you, Layla and I would do anything for you." He expressed.
"Anything?" She questioned.
"Anything,"
"Okay, then go and get me some chicken Tikka and Biryani right now." She demanded. Zayn let out a husky laugh at her words until he saw the 'I'm dead serious' expression on her face.
"Wait, your serious?" He asked, getting up from the bed with a frown on his face.
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" She sassed.
"But where will I buy the food from?" It was late at night, everything must be closed.
"Does it look like I know?" She was started to get annoyed by him.
Zayn heavily sighed, before leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Only for you, Layla, only for you."
When he reached the door, her voice called out to him.
"Don't forget the chutneys like last time." He shivered as he remembered how last time he forgot the chutneys.
"Of course I won't," he replied and laughed nervously.
"Mhmm,"
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