Chapter 70
Author's POV:
Three months.
It has been three months since Ayaan and I became one.
Sometimes, when I stand alone and think about it, it still feels unreal—like a beautiful dream Allah decided to make permanent. In these three months, Ayaan has filled my life with colors I thought I had lost forever.
I always believed happiness had abandoned me.
That maybe I wasn’t worthy of love.
That maybe my share of warmth had already ended.
But Ayaan…
In just three months, he erased every doubt I ever carried. With his love, I forgot every pain, every wound I once called mine. His affection taught me something I had never truly believed before—
That I, too, am worthy of love.
There is someone whose love for me grows with every passing day.
I once thought I was alone in this world. I forgot that Allah never leaves His servants alone. He stands with them in silence, tests their patience, and then rewards them in ways beyond imagination.
All He asks for is trust.
And restraint—especially when anger tempts us to make irreversible decisions.
These three months, I have mostly stayed home. I only go to the office occasionally. Alhamdulillah, I have my sister—she manages our international business now. Because of her, I can live peacefully with Ayaan, fully present in this new life Allah has gifted me.
Our married life…
It is beautiful.
Ayaan is not just a caring husband—he is a supportive one. He understands my silence as clearly as my words. Often, before I even speak, he already knows what I need.
And so much has changed in three months.
Rayyan is getting married next week.
When I found out he had spoken to Ayaan, I spoke to him too. I forgave him—truly, from my heart. I asked him to move on. I didn’t want him to live his entire life in regret.
We all make mistakes. We all sin. And when we seek Allah’s forgiveness with hope, shouldn’t we also learn to forgive others?
I can see it in Rayyan’s eyes—he knows his mistakes. And perhaps, his punishment came long before forgiveness ever did.
I know he is marrying because I asked him to.
But I pray he accepts this marriage wholeheartedly.
Fariyal is a good girl.
May Allah accept Rayyan’s repentance—if it is sincere.
And may Allah fill his life with peace.
Lost in my thoughts, I stood by the window.
Suddenly, arms wrapped around my waist from behind.
A smile instantly found its way to my lips.
I said softly,
“Aaj phir jaldi aa gaye aap. Abhi toh sirf 6 hi bajay hain.”
Ayaan buried his face in the nape of my neck and murmured,
“Main tumhe miss kar raha tha… tum jaanti ho na, main tumse zada dair door nahi reh sakta.”
His warmth surrounded me.
He pressed gentle kisses against my neck, teasing me lovingly. I laughed, trying to escape.
“Ayaan, please… nahi na… mat karo.”
I tried to run, but he caught my arm, lifted me effortlessly, and we fell onto the bed together—laughing.
I ended up on top of him.
I looked down at his face; he was looking up at me with pure affection. Placing my hands on his chest, I leaned down and said softly,
“ Sach kahoon toh, I miss you too, Mr. Khan. Ab toh kuch ghantay bhi saalon jaise lagtay hain aap ke baghair.”
Ayaan shifted us, and suddenly he was above me, his face dangerously close.
He whispered,
“ Aur jab tum mujhe ye ‘aap’ kehti ho na…”
His lips brushed mine gently.
“Toh dil karta hai…”
My breath hitched.
“Kya?” I whispered, closing my eyes.
That was all it took.
His lips claimed mine—slow, deep, full of emotion rather than urgency. It wasn’t hunger. It was love. Familiar. Safe.
When I struggled for breath, I tapped his shoulder.
He pulled back slightly, bite my lower lip, and looked at me.
I touched my lips instinctively.
" Oh baby ko to khoon a gaya."
He smiled—soft, apologetic, affectionate.
Before I could reply, he kissed me again—this time tenderly, like he was healing what he had just claimed.
Then my forehead.
Then my cheek.
Then my neck.
He pulled me closer, wrapping me in his arms, laying us down together—not rushing, not demanding—just holding me like I was his peace.
I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Ayaan?”
He hummed softly.
"Thanks. Hamesha mere saath khade rehne kay liye..."
Then I added strictly,
"Aur haan ek aur baat , ye female employee se thoda dur hi raha karo .... Tum jante ho na tum sirf mere ho."
He smiled teasingly.
“Tum mera sukoon ho aayat,” he whispered.
“Aur main sirf aur sirf tumhara hi hoon, aur rahoon ga be... akhri saans tak.”
As I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, I realized something—
This wasn’t just a love story.
It was a story of faith.
Of patience.
Of healing.
Of destiny finding its way—no matter how long it takes.
I closed my eyes with a smile.
Because this time…
love stayed.
~
It was around nine when I walked out of the kitchen to call everyone for dinner.
Suddenly, dizziness hit me.
I reached out to grab something—but there was nothing.
Darkness swallowed my vision.
I fell.
The last thing I heard was Ayaan shouting my name.
“Aayat!”
When I opened my eyes, Ayaan was sitting beside me, fear written all over his face. A female doctor stood nearby.
“Aayat theek toh hai na? Koi problem toh nahi hai na?” Ayaan asked urgently.
The doctor smiled calmly.
“Pareshani ki koi baat nahi hai.”
She paused, then added warmly,
“Lekin ab inka bohot khayal rakhna padega.”
She looked at Ayaan.
“Aap baba banne walay hain. Mubarak ho. She is 3 weeks pregnant."
The words echoed.
Ayaan and I stared at her.
My hand instinctively went to my stomach. Tears filled my eyes
Mein mama banay wali hoon...
Ye koi sapna hain kya?
Haan... Ye koi sapna hi hoga.
I felt a kiss on my forehead.
When I looked up, the doctor had left. It was just us.
I sat up, shaking, and cried,
“Kya yeh sach hai ayaan? Main koi sapna toh nahi dekh rahi na?”
Ayaan’s smile trembled through his tears.
“Sach hai, jaan. Yeh koi sapna nahi hai. Mein baba banay wala hoon...”
I hugged him tightly.
Soon, Mama and Baba entered the room.
Ayaan stood up. I looked down shyly.
Mama asked anxiously,
“Aayat ko kya hua hain? Koi problem toh nahi hain na? Kya kaha doctor nay....”
Ayaan smiled and said,
“Aap dono dadda aur daddi banne walay hain.”
Silence.
Then—
Joy exploded.
Mama cried happily. Even Baba—who rarely showed emotion—embraced me and kissed my forehead.
“Allah tum dono ko zindagi ki har khushi naseeb kare, beta” he said.
~
At midnight, Ayaan and I lay in each other’s arms.
He kissed my forehead and whispered,
“Thank you, Aayat. Meri zindagi mein aane ke liye. Aur usey khushiyo se bhar denay kay liye.”
He smiled softly.
“ Aur dekhna tum jab meri choti si pari aaye gi na… toh main usey kitna pyar doon ga. Mein toh usey pura spoil karne wala hoon.”
I frowned playfully.
“Pari? zaroori thodi hai beti hi hoon, beta be toh ho sakta hain na.”
He kissed my forehead again.
“Pari hi hogi dekhna tum.... Bilkul tum jaisi.”
"Nahi , beta hoga...'
I turned away stubbornly.
He hugged me from behind.
“Acha theek hain meri jaan. Jo be hoga.... hamari jaan hi toh hoga.”
I looked into his eyes.
“Kya tum hamesha mujhse aise hi pyar karo gay, ayaan? Matlab ..... Hmmmm.....”
He laughed, teasing,
“Toh meri biwi ko jalan ho rahi hai.... wo be khud kay hone walay bacho se.”
"Batao na..."
Then softly,
“Tum toh meri jaan ho. Tum ho toh wo hain. Isliye Pehle tum.”
He kissed me gently.
“I love you so much, Aayat. Hamesha ye baat yaad rakhna .... Ye hamari naye zindagi ki shuruat hain....”
I smiled through tears.
“I love you too ayaan.”
~
Allah gave me love.
Allah gave me healing.
Allah gave me family.
And with Ayaan, He gave me a future.
This is not where my story ends.
This is where it finally begins.
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