he seems a bit hungry, and grab a few chocolates for myself as a late-night treat. I sit him in his high chair, giving him a spoon to play with while I stir his meal.

"Mera bacha!" I coo, kissing his cheeks again. "Aww, my softie cutie," I say, rubbing my nose against his, making him laugh even more.

As I'm placing the dishes in the dishwasher, I hear a soft splat behind me. I turn around to see that Zaviyaar has managed to spill the entire bowl of Cerelac onto his cute koala outfit. He looks up at me with the most satisfied smile on his face, as if he's just accomplished something great.

"Huh, satisfied customer," I mutter, trying not to laugh at the sight. I pick him up, shaking my head in mock dismay. "Zavi, tum ne kya kiya?" I ask, but he just grins up at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I take him back to the room and sit him in the tub, carefully pouring some warm water over him while he squeals in delight. He loves bath time, and I can't help but smile as he splashes around, his little hands reaching for the water.

After giving him a cool bath, I wrap him up in a fluffy towel and dry him off. Once he's dry, I dress him in a white shirt with black trousers, his tiny feet kicking happily as I do.

"Zavi, tum to bilkul gentleman lag rahe ho," I say, adjusting his shirt and giving him a little peck on the forehead. He looks up at me with those big, doe eyes, and I chuckle, unable to resist how cute he looks.

As we play together on the bed, Zarar's sleepy voice interrupts us. "Yaar, tum dono ko neend nahi aa rahi, to meri aur meri beti ki to na kharab karo na!" he mumbles, cuddling Miraal closer.

I can't help but feel a tiny pang of jealousy as I watch him cuddle Miraal so affectionately. Zarar used to cuddle me like that all the time, but now I have Zaviyaar, and it's a different kind of love—just as special.

I lay down next to Zaviyaar, cuddling him close, and soon, we both drift off into a deep slumber, the warmth of his tiny body comforting me as I fall asleep.
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*The Next Morning*

The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, gently waking me up. I open my eyes to find Zaviyaar still asleep beside me, his tiny hand clutching my shirt. I smile, brushing a soft kiss on his forehead before carefully getting out of bed, not wanting to wake him.

As I head to the bathroom to freshen up, I can't help but think about how much my life has changed since Zaviyaar and Miraal came into it. I used to be someone who was always serious and cold, but now, I find myself acting silly and childish, just to see my babies smile. They've brought out a side of me that I didn't even know existed, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

When I return to the bedroom, I see that Zaviyaar is awake, rubbing his eyes sleepily. I scoop him up in my arms, planting kisses all over his face.

"Good morning, mera pyara bacha," I whisper, holding him close.

"Mama... Zavi..." he murmurs, still half-asleep.

"Ji, mama ka Zavi," I say, smiling at how adorable he sounds.

"Chalo, hum apke baba ko uthate hain," I suggest, carrying him over to where Zarar is still fast asleep with Miraal.

"Baba..." Zaviyaar says softly, reaching out to touch Zarar's face. I can't help but chuckle as Zarar stirs awake, opening his eyes to see both of us hovering over him.

"Subah ho gayi?" Zarar mumbles, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Jee, subah ho gayi," I say with a smile, handing Zaviyaar to him.

Zarar takes Zaviyaar in his arms, kissing his forehead before looking at me with a smile. "Ap dono ne raat bhar tang kiya tha, ab apka hisaab lene ka time hai," he teases, making me laugh.

"Haan haan, le lo hisaab," I say, playfully swatting his arm. "Waise, Zavi ne kal raat mein apne saare kapde gande kar diye the. Ab tumhe uska diaper change karna padega," I add with a mischievous grin.

Zarar groans, but he can't help but smile as he takes Zaviyaar to the changing table. I watch them, my heart swelling with love as I see Zarar gently change Zavi's diaper, talking to him softly the whole time.

"Zavi, aaj kya karna hai?" Zarar asks him, and Zaviyaar just babbles in response, making us both laugh.

"Zavi kehte hain ke unko phir se Cerelac chahiye," I tease, earning a playful glare from Zarar.

"Bas tum do minute ruko, abhi tumhara bhi hisaab lene wala hoon," he says with a wink, making me giggle.

As I watch Zaviyaar and Zarar together, I can't help but feel grateful for this little family of mine. Life may be chaotic with two little ones, but it's also filled with so much love and laughter. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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I slipped into my rose gold maxi, its fabric flowing gracefully as it brushed against the floor. The shimmering material was adorned with delicate embroidery that caught the light in a way that made me feel both elegant and radiant. Today was Ayat and Anas's Nikkah—a long-awaited occasion that had been delayed due to Zarar's mission and Anas's subsequent training. After six months of anticipation, the day was finally here.

My outfit was complemented by matching jewelry: a pair of simple yet sophisticated earrings and a dainty necklace that accentuated the soft glow of my dress. As I adjusted the necklace, I caught my reflection in the mirror and smiled. I felt a flutter of excitement mixed with the pride of being part of such a special day.

Miraal, our seven-month-old sweetheart, was dressed in a beautiful pink frock that made her look like a delicate flower. The frock was adorned with tiny pearls and lace, enhancing her already angelic appearance. Zaviyaar, our charming little boy, wore a classic white shirt and jeans with a leather blazer that gave him a sophisticated touch. He might have been just seven months old, but his personality was as vibrant as ever.

Just then, Zarar walked into the room, looking devilishly handsome in his dark suit. His presence was magnetic, and he radiated confidence and warmth. He came directly to me, pressing a soft kiss on my cheek, his touch sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.

"Gaari mein intezar kar raha ho jaldi ayeyiga!" he said with a playful smile. I nodded, a smile lighting up my face.

"Mama!" Zaviyaar said, reaching out to me with his chubby little hands. His baby talk was limited to simple words, but his excitement was evident as he showed me the building he had created from his blocks.

"Wow! Kitna pyara hai mera bacha!" I chuckled, lifting him up and holding him close. Miraal, peacefully asleep in her stroller, stirred slightly but remained calm. I carried Zaviyaar downstairs, feeling his little arms wrap around my neck. The day had been long, but his tiny, trusting embrace made it all worthwhile.

As we reached the car, Zarar and I settled into the front seats while Zaviyaar and Miraal were comfortably seated in the back. I kept a watchful eye on them, making sure they were secure and comfortable. Zarar reached over, intertwining our fingers, a gesture that always felt like a grounding presence in our lives.

"Dekho, Laila, aaj hum dono kitne khubsurat lag rahe hain. Lagta hai kisi magazine ke cover pe hain," Zarar teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Zar Khan, aapke saath cover page pe aana to ek challenge hi hai. Aap har waqt mujhe embarrass karte rehte hain," I teased back, enjoying the light-hearted banter.

"Aray, yahi to maza hai! Tumhare saath zindagi ka har pal ek adventure hai," he said, his voice full of affection.

As we arrived at the hall, the grandeur of the venue took my breath away. The decorations were stunning, with flowers and lights creating a magical ambiance. We made our way to the bridal room with Zaviyaar and Miraal in tow. The sight of Khadijah, glowing with her pregnancy, and Rohan, who was doting on her, made me smile. Their happiness was palpable, and I felt a rush of joy for them.

"Awe Mamo ke Jaan to bohot pyare lag rahe hai," Rohan remarked as he looked at Zaviyaar and Miraal with affection.

Zaviyaar, in his usual dramatic fashion, puffed out his cheeks and huffed when Rohan first pecked Miraal's cheek. The sight made us all laugh heartily.

I gave Khadijah a warm hug. "Kaisi hai meri pyari behan?" I asked, my heart full of joy for her.

"Sab kuch theek hai. Aap sab kaise hain?" she replied, her eyes filled with happiness.

"Sab theek hai. Aur haan, Zarar ko dekh ke lagta hai aaj kuch ajeeb hi hone wala hai," I said, glancing at Zarar, who was engaged in conversation with a few guests.

I then spotted Noorie and Huzaifa. Noorie was glowing, her pregnancy adding a beautiful softness to her appearance. Huzaifa was by her side, clearly proud and supportive. I hugged Noorie tightly. "Meri pyari Noorie, tum kitni khoobsurat lag rahi hain!"

"Shukriya, Aina. Aap bhi aaj chaar chand laga rahi hain," Noorie replied, her eyes twinkling with joy.

Huzaifa added, "Chachu ki Jaan to sabka dil jeet rahe hain."

Zaviyaar, noticing the attention, puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms, looking a bit perturbed.

We all burst into laughter, and Noorie leaned in to give Zaviyaar a playful kiss on the cheek. "Aap to mere chote shehzade hain, Zaviyaar. Aapke bina maza hi nahi aata."

I then turned to Ayat, who was nervously excited. I wrapped her in a warm hug. "Hmm... to ab Ms se Mrs tak ka safar shuru hone wala hai!" I teased, making her blush deeply.

Ayat looked at me with a shy smile. "Jab aap bolti hain to zyada nervous ho jaati hoon," she admitted.

"Aray, itna nervous mat ho. Aaj tumhare din hai, aur sab kuch perfect hone wala hai," I assured her, squeezing her hand.

"Tumhare jaise support se to sab kuch aur bhi achha lagta hai," Ayat replied, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Soon, the ceremony began, and we took Ayat to the stage where Anas and his family awaited. The hall was filled with a serene and joyous atmosphere as the Nikkah ceremony commenced. The floral decorations and soft lighting created a magical setting. As Ayat and Anas exchanged vows, I felt tears of joy well up in my eyes. Their love story had culminated in this beautiful moment, and the happiness shared by everyone was palpable.

The ceremony was a touching blend of tradition and love. The exchange of vows, the soft murmur of prayers, and the smiles of the newlyweds created an unforgettable scene. As Ayat and Anas were officially declared husband and wife, I couldn't contain my emotions. The joy of the day was contagious, and the air was filled with laughter, congratulations, and the gentle clinking of glasses.

Zarar pulled me aside after the ceremony, his eyes filled with concern and affection. "Laila," he called, his voice soft. I walked over to him, feeling a flutter in my heart.

"Ji!" I replied, a smile curving my lips.

"Ap itna to mat dore na, aur apka khayal rakhna isbar meri zimmedari hai. To baraye meherbani apne apko zyada na thakaye!" he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. His concern was both endearing and reassuring.

I chuckled, leaning into him. "Zar Khan, aap to mujhe aksar thaka dete hain. Lekin ab to aap khud bhi zyada tension le rahe hain."

"Yahi to meri khushi hai. Tumhare saath waqt guzar ke, tumhe dekh kar hi mujhe khushi milti hai," he said, his gaze tender and loving.

"Aapko ab bhi lagta hai ke main sirf aapke liye khayal rakhungi? Main to apni zimmedari se waaqif hoon," I teased, giving him a playful nudge.

"Hmm, dekhte hain kaun jeet ta hai, tum ya main. Lekin ek baat hai, mujhe tumhare saath rehna bahut acha lagta hai," he replied with a grin.

"Yes, yes, you're the best at everything. But don't think you can take all the credit for everything," I said, laughing.

As the evening progressed, the celebrations continued. The twins, Zaviyaar and Miraal, had woken up and were happily playing with the other children. Their giggles and playful interactions added a joyful touch to the already festive atmosphere. Ayat and Anas, now husband and wife, were enjoying the company of their guests, their happiness evident in every smile and laugh.

The night wore on, and the crowd began to thin out. The twins, exhausted from all the excitement, had fallen back to sleep. We made our way to the car, and Zarar drove us home. The drive was calm and peaceful, with the soft hum of the engine providing a soothing lullaby. I leaned back in my seat, feeling the exhaustion of the day settle in.

As we arrived home, Zarar carefully lifted the twins from their seats, carrying them inside with a tenderness that melted my heart. I followed closely behind, my heart swelling with pride and love as I watched him with our children.

We settled the twins into their cribs, their tiny faces peaceful and relaxed. I stood by their side for a moment, feeling a deep sense of contentment. Zarar joined me, wrapping his arms around me in a loving embrace.

"Laila, aaj ka din itna khubsurat tha. Tumhare saath har pal ek nayi kahani ban jaati hai," he said softly.

I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his love. "Haan, aur aaj ki kahani bohot hi khaas thi. Ayat aur Anas ki khushi hum sabki khushi hai."

We prepared for bed, our conversation filled with quiet, affectionate banter. The day had been perfect, and the future seemed bright and full of promise. As I drifted off to sleep, the gentle rise and fall of Zarar's breathing beside me was a comforting rhythm that lulled me into a peaceful slumber. With Zarar by my side, and our beautiful twins, I knew that every day was a new adventure, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.

And as if to add a touch of excitement to our lives, I had recently found out that I was pregnant again. The news was both thrilling and overwhelming, but Zarar's unwavering support and care made it all seem manageable. The journey ahead was going to be filled with new challenges and joys, but with Zarar by my side, I knew we could face anything together.

The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, from the joy of Ayat and Anas's union to the simple, everyday moments with Zaviyaar and Miraal. As I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that every day with Zarar and our growing family was a blessing.
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