The chucking of vaseline bottle and combs made Abrar groan inwardly as he eyed his furious wife through the mirror, who huffed cutely and turned to leave the messy dressing table as it is, much to his annoyance.
She still chooses this way to annoy him, even after all these years. And it hits him every single time. Which only encourages her to continue messing things up whenever they fight.
"Hayat..." The way he calls her name, full of love and longing even after five years of marriage makes her heart swell in love every single time with that incredibly stupid husband of hers. She turned around to face him and eyed him angrily but her heart melted almost instantly as she looked into his expressive charcoal eyes.

No, don't go soft on him. Her heart screamed at her and she masked her emotions. But that over smart husband of hers understood her state and passed her a smug smile.
"Don't talk with me." Punching his chest with that tiny little fists of hers, she tried to walk past him but he caught hold of her hand and held her tightly in his embrace. After protesting in vain, she gave up and hugged him back.
"I'm sorry." Holding her close to him, he kissed her forehead longingly and murmured those words which she has been wanting to hear for a while.
"I'm not talking with you," Haya replied against his chest, making him smile.
"I said I'm sorry, Hayat..." she lifted her head up and stared at him with a pout and he leaned in to peck them, turning her cheeks crimson red even after all these years of marriage.
"How's my little one doing? Did your morning sickness stop finally?" She just woke up an hour ago and he wanted to know if her health was fine or not.

"I swear Abrar. This guy is just like you. He loves troubling his mother. I feel so sick and tired these days." He frowned slightly at that, "should we go to the doctor?" She shook her head in negative, "I think we can manage, Sarah auntie has suggested me some home remedy if the sickness got worse"
"I can't wait to hold him though." Haya was three months pregnant with their second child. It was an unplanned one. But they both were so ecstatic when they came to know about the news, unlucky for Abrar his wife has turned super dramatic and moody ever since.
Just when he thought that she has forgotten the reason for her mood off, her eyes fell on that culprit again and she sulked back at him.
"I spent days and nights sewing that kurta for you. How dare you be careless and get it stained? Not any stain but a tomato ketchup stain? Do you not care about my feelings anymore?" Abrar sighed, talk about drama. But he reminded himself that she is carrying his baby and this was just the hormones' doing. He needs to be patient with her and he was.

"I'm sorry, my begam sahiba. It was a mistake. I'll arrange for the best washerman and get it removed." Haya finally smiled at those words, "you better do it. I took so much efforts in making that kurta for you. Custom made."
Abrar smiled back at his adorable wife, "I love you, Hayat..." It was during their first year anniversary that Hayat has surprised him with that kurta. It was her dream to design something for the love of her life it seems and she took that special day to gift him that. He felt so emotional and kissed her deeply as a response. She made numerous other kurtas for him but that one was very dear to him.
It was his favourite outfit to wear and he'd worn it numerous times before and every single time Haya wouldn't stop gushing about how handsome and hot he looked in that kurta.
But this morning it became the opposite when a particular someone wanted to eat french fries and Abrar couldn't say no. He sighed whilst thinking about how drastically things have changed in his life. He loved this change so much though.
"I love you too, chote nawab." Grinning cheekily she kissed his lips but pulled back when a familiar noise interrupted their moment.
"Ammi." Came that sweet little voice, who was responsible for their silly fight. Their daughter Hidaya was a mini replica of Haya with the same captivating hazel brown eyes and silky brown hair but her lips and nose resembled her father. She was the most pampered and loved child of the Shah haveli.
Hidaya was their biggest blessing and they both love her beyond words can describe. But sadly for Haya, she was growing up too soon.
Haya pulled away from her husband's hold and bent down to her daughter's level, "awe. Look at you. Who fed you fries so early in the morning?" She looked at her husband, who averted his gaze as though he wasn't listening to them, "so you are the one who stained baba's kurta, hmm?"
Hidaya smiled sheepishly and pouted at her, "sorry, Ammi. Baba and I were just having some french fries, and the ketchup got all over his kurta because he couldn't open the bottle."
"You traitor." Picking her in his arms, Abrar began to tickle their daughter, "Baba.No." She laughed loudly clearly enjoying his tickles, "who opened the ketchup bottle?" He asked and she broke into fits of giggles before admitting it was her who opened it, "will you lie again?" He asked whilst continuing to tickle her.
"No."
"Good girls don't lie, Abrar, is our Hidaya bad girl now?" Haya made a neutral face and asked her daughter, who stopped smiling at once and gazed at her mother guiltily, "no, Ammi. Hidaya is a good girl." Abrar stopped his tickles realizing it was lesson time for Hidaya and he needs to be serious at least for a moment.
"Good girls don't lie though."
"Sorry Ammi, I won't lie again. I promise." Hidaya mumbled guiltily and Haya smiled softly as she leaned in to kiss her daughter's cheeks, "good. You should never lie, okay? No matter what."
Abrar loves their daughter to death and he can never be strict with her. Haya had to take up that strict parent role sometimes, otherwise they feared that she might turn out into a brat. But their daughter was too obedient and they had faith and trust that she'd never be someone who they don't want her to be.
Hidaya nodded her head adorably making both of her parents smile at her, "let's get you bathed, maybe your Sanam khala can help us?" Abrar dropped her down and Hidaya nodded excitedly at the mention of her Khalla, she was so cool and she loves spending time with her.
"I'm too tired to give her a bath, Abrar. I'll take Sanam's help okay?" He nodded his head, before covering her head with her dupatta and placed a small kiss on her cheeks, she just shook her head in response.
"Khala..." Hidaya already ran away from their room making them both look at her with amusement, "she loves my sister a lot." Haya smiled softly as she walked out of the room, "be careful, Hayat." Abrar yelled from inside their room referring to the staircase and she just smiled more in response.
When Haya entered the Sanam's room, Hidaya was already being bathed by her. She smiled at the scene before taking a seat on the bed, "don't get your khala all wet, jaani." She yelled from outside and heard an okay ammi as a reply.
Fifteen minutes later Hidaya was bathed and dressed freshly and she ran out to go and play with her dadi jaan. That girl has the whole Shah family wrapped around her tiny little finger and she loved spending time with all of them.
"I love it when she calls you ammi, it's so cute, Masha Allah." Sanam smiled hiding the sadness beneath her eyes, "I think the only good thing Ahil ever did was to force you into marrying Abrar Bhai. I'm so happy for you, Haya."
Haya's eyes teared up emotionally as he gestured her sister to sit beside her, "Ahil was a mistake, I know. But you have a whole life ahead of you. Insha Allah, its never too late for a new start. How long are you going to stay like this? So alone..."
Sanam got divorced two years ago and Haya insisted that she lived with them as she had no one to look after her in the city and how unsafe it was to live alone. (They kicked the Khan family out of their parents house and Farhan takes care of it now.)
Abrar told that it was not an issue and that Sanam was more than welcome to live with them. She had no choice but to agree. It was a good change for her though. The Shah family were very welcoming and friendly. And she also worked as a nursery school teacher in that village, so it gave her some time for a much needed distraction.
"Yeah, about that..." Sanam trailed off shyly whilst fidgeting with her shawl, Haya literally screamed in happiness, "Ya Allah, who is he? When did you meet him and why was I not informed before?"
Sanam has always dodged the marriage topic because of her past but today her reaction was something entirely unexpected and Haya was thrilled.
"Haya, calm down. He is my student's father. A really good guy. I think there was some spark whenever we talked. He is a widower and wants someone to look after him and his child, he told that he may send proposal in a few days." Sanam replied nervously. She was confused about this whole marriage thing but then she was tired of feeling alone and maybe this new start can help her move on. She can't live alone her whole life.
"Do you like him?" Haya looked at her sister skeptically, who nodded with a small blush, "well, I'll ask Abrar to do some bacgroud check and all. I'm not taking any risks with your life once again." Sanam nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks, "thank you so much, Haya."
"For what, silly?" She smacked her sister's arms whilst crying emotionally, "for never abandoning me despite me being an evil sister. I don't deserve your love." Sanam muttered dejectedly.
"Shut up, Sanam. You were just manipulated and naïve. But at the end you realised your mistakes, its all fine now." The sister's hugged each other feeling way too overwhelmed. But like Sanam said, it was only due to Ahil's stupid threat that Haya has married Abrar and that was the best decision of her life so far.