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Flashbacks:-
After bidding goodbye to Lail and heading towards North Waziristan, I was no longer the jolly Zarar but the serious officer who could do anything for his country. But still, I was missing my Laila so bad. The drive of six and a half hours felt longer as thoughts of Lail and our unborn twins occupied my mind. We finally reached our destination, a remote area with our setup of tents and makeshift facilities. The landscape was rugged and unforgiving, but it was a sight I had grown accustomed to in my years of service.

I first discussed my plan with all the officers, laying out our strategy for the mission. The officers listened intently as I detailed our objectives and the potential threats we might face. After the briefing, we all headed to our camps to settle in. As soon as I got a moment, I called Lail to update her on my whereabouts.

"Laila, rona nahi hai, aur apna khayal rakhna, aur apni diet ka bhi," I reassured her.

"Zar Khan, mujhe tumhari bohat yaad aati hai," she replied softly.

"Mujhe bhi, Laila. Lekin mujhe apne farz ko nibhana hai," I said, trying to comfort her.

That night, lying on my camp bed, I couldn't help but think about the mission ahead. A smile spread across my face as I thought about Lail and our unborn twins. It was these thoughts that kept me grounded and motivated. The cold night air seeped through the canvas of the tent, but my thoughts of Lail and our future warmed me.
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For two months, I managed to stay in contact with Lail despite the challenging conditions. But lately, the signals had been gone, and not being able to talk to her was making me sad and anxious. The isolation of the mission began to weigh on me, and I could feel the emotional strain of not hearing her voice.

One day, we heard gunfire. Immediately, we grabbed our weapons and rushed outside, ready to engage with the terrorists who had been causing havoc in the area. These people killed innocent civilians, but their end was near. The air was thick with tension as we moved swiftly and silently towards the source of the gunfire.

We received intel that the terrorists had kidnapped some children and were holding them in a nearby building. Our mission was clear: rescue the children. I was the first to enter the building, knowing the bomb disposal unit had already defused one bomb. But as we began unshackling the children's chains, Major Hunain, my best buddy, reported another bomb.

"Major Zarar, yahan ek aur bomb hai aur wo kuch seconds mein blast hojaye ga!" Hunain's voice was laced with panic.

"Major, tum in bachon ko lekar jao!" I ordered, taking charge of the situation.

"Aur tum!?" Hunain asked, astonished.

"Meri fikr mat karo," I said, glancing at the bomb timer showing 26 seconds. "Jao!" I yelled, cutting him off as he tried to protest. He ran through a door that would soon lock automatically.

With 17 seconds left, I scanned the room for an escape route. A high window seemed to be my only option. The timer now showed 10 seconds. "Zarar, you can do it," I whispered to myself, and with three seconds left, I jumped.

The fall was hard, and I landed awkwardly, breaking my left arm. The impact was jarring, and the pain was immediate, but I was alive. I quickly moved away from the building, fearing any secondary explosions. My team found me and rushed me to our makeshift medical facility. The pain was excruciating, but I was relieved that the mission was a success and the children were safe.

It took a month and a half for my arm to heal. During my recovery, I spent a lot of time thinking about Lail and our future. Once I was fit for duty, I was assigned to another project in Karachi. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to use my phone during this period. The distance from Lail and the inability to communicate with her was unbearable. Wallahi, I cried for hours, but I had to stay strong for my country. The nights were the hardest, and I often found myself staring at the ceiling, missing her voice, her laughter.
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Returning to Islamabad brought a sense of relief. Meeting Rohan, was a comforting experience. However, learning that Lail had been crying so much in my absence felt like someone had sliced my heart. I could imagine her alone, worried, and it made me feel helpless.

Even though I had work to do, I knew it was time for Lail's delivery. I couldn't stay at the office any longer. Wallahi, I couldn't resist, so I ran to my car and drove as fast as I could to the hospital. The streets blurred as I sped through the city, my heart racing with anticipation and worry.

When I arrived, everyone was shocked but glad to see me. The tension was palpable as we waited for news. Finally, the doctor approached us with a smile.

"Mubarak ho, aik beta aur beti hui hai," she announced.

I felt like the luckiest person in the world. The feeling of becoming a father is indescribable. "Kya hum Lail se mil sakte hai?" Ayat asked.

"Ji, jab hum unhe room mein shift karre," the doctor replied.

Lail was shifted to the room, and everyone was eager to see her and the babies. I advised them not to tell her about my arrival; I wanted to surprise her. Little did I know that she was feeling sad.

As I stepped into the room, the first thing I saw was Lail holding our son and talking to him, while our daughter was in the baby cot. I walked over to the cot, picked up our daughter, and kissed her forehead. The emotions I felt were beyond words.

Lail looked up and was astounded to see me. Her eyes widened, and tears welled up. I went towards her, and she hugged me, sobbing.

"Bas, meri Laila, aur nahi rona," I said, wiping her tears and kissing her forehead. Suddenly, she punched my arm, and I looked at her with my mouth wide open.

"Tum kyu itne dinon baad aye!" she said, pouting sadly. My laughter echoed in the room.

"Acha, meri Laila. Yaar ab to mai apke paas hoon na," I said, kissing her cheeks.

"Khair! Waise hum apne in pyare bachon ka kya naam rakhenge?" Lail asked excitedly.

"Chalo, beti ka naam mai rakhunga aur bete ka tum," I suggested.

"Zaviyaar Zarar Khan," Lail replied happily.

"Bohut pyara naam hai. Hmm, aur humari beti ka naam Miraal Zarar Khan hai," I smiled, naming our daughter.

"Bohut khoobsurat naam hai, bilkul iski tarha," Lail said, kissing Miraal's cheek.

I smiled heartily, looking at our beautiful family, feeling complete and incredibly blessed. Our journey had been filled with trials and tribulations, but moments like these made everything worthwhile. As I held my daughter and looked at my wife and son, I knew that this was what I had been fighting for – the safety and happiness of my family.

After a few moments of holding our children, I looked at Lail and said, " apko pata hai, Laila, har din mein sirf apki yaad aati thi. Jab bhi mushkil hoti, bas apka soch kar himmat milti thi."

Lail smiled, her eyes glistening with tears. "Aur mujhe bhi, Zarar. Tumhare bina sab kuch adhoora lagta tha."

"Ab se koi doori nahi, Laila. Ab humesha apke paas rahunga," I promised, taking her hand in mine.

"Lekin tumhari duty?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"Duty to rahegi, lekin pehle ap," I said firmly. "Ap aur humare bachon ka khayal rakhna meri pehli zimmedari hai."

"Zar Khan, tumhe pata hai, tum bohot achhe baap banoge," Lail said, a proud smile on her face.

"Bas apki dua chahiye," I replied, leaning in to kiss her forehead again.

We spent the rest of the day with our new family, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and fulfillment. The trials and challenges seemed distant now, overshadowed by the joy of this moment.

As night fell, I held Lail close, our babies sleeping peacefully nearby, and I whispered, "Shukriya, Laila, is khubsurat zindagi ke liye."

Lail looked at me, her eyes shining with love. "Shukriya tumhe, Zarar, ke tumne hamesha humara khayal rakha. Ab humari zindagi sirf khushi se bhari hogi."

With a heart full of gratitude and love, I knew that our journey together was just beginning.
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After 7 Months:-

I was lounging in the driver's seat of our car, a contented smile on my face as I waited for Lail and Zaviyaar to finish getting ready. Miraal, my little bundle of joy, was perched on my lap, her tiny hands grasping the steering wheel with the kind of determination only a seven-month-old could muster. She giggled as she twisted the wheel back and forth, making engine noises that only she understood.

"Dekho Bacha, apki mama kitna time laga rahi hai!" I said, pressing a kiss to Miraal's chubby cheek. Her response was a delighted squeal as she continued her enthusiastic exploration of the car's interior. It felt like we were in a race against time, though I knew it was just Lail's elaborate process of getting ready.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Lail appeared, juggling Zaviyaar and a bag that seemed to hold everything but the kitchen sink. She was mid-conversation with Zaviyaar, whose head was barely visible over the top of the bag, babbling excitedly about who knows what.

"Zaviyaar, aaj beach par chalein. Tumhein maza aayega, dekhna!" Lail was saying, her voice filled with both excitement and frustration. Her hair was slightly disheveled, a clear sign of the chaos that had ensued as she got the twins ready.

She finally managed to get both kids into the backseat. With Zaviyaar now safely in his car seat and Miraal securely on her lap, Lail climbed into the car beside them. Her face was a mix of relief and irritation. "Zarar, yaar, banda akar thora help hi kar leta hai lekin tum aur tumhari beti yaha gaari mei baite apne hi kaamo mein masroof ho!" she said, her tone both exasperated and amused.

"Laila, meri beti se pooch lo, hum to bas apka kaam kam kar rahe the. Haina, Bacha?" I replied with a playful grin, looking at Miraal who was now busy trying to undo her seatbelt. Miraal gave an enthusiastic nod, as if agreeing with my defense.

As we drove towards the beach, Lail started a conversation with Zaviyaar, who was reaching out to grab her necklace. "Zaviyaar, mama ka necklace mat kheenchna. Warna Phir haath mein cut lag jaye ga!" Lail said, trying to gently push his tiny hand away.

Just then, Miraal let out an excited squeal and pointed out the window. "Baba, baba!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. I looked out and saw the beach approaching, its golden sands sparkling in the sunlight. "Aap bhi dekho, kitna maza aayega!" I said, lifting Miraal and heading towards the beach.

We arrived at the beach, and the scene was nothing short of magical. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the ocean. The waves lapped gently at the shore, and the scent of saltwater filled the air. Families dotted the beach, their laughter mingling with the sound of the waves.

Lail joined us, holding Zaviyaar in her arms. "Chalo, yeh beach dekhte hain!" she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Miraal's eyes widened as she took in the vastness of the ocean.

"Mama,!" Zaviyaar said in his baby voice, reaching out towards the waves. Lail smiled and held him up, letting him get a better view. "Kitna khoobsurat hai haina, Zavi !" she said kissing Zaviyaar's cheeks

Miraal, meanwhile, was busy exploring the sand. Her little hands scooped up the soft, golden grains as she crawled around. "Baba, wow!" she repeated, looking up at me with determined eyes. I followed closely, ready to scoop her up if she ventured too close to the water.

Lail stood beside us with Zaviyaar in her arms. The breeze played with her hair, making her look like a model in a beach photoshoot. "Zarar, yeh pal kitna khubsurat hai, na?" she said, her voice filled with emotion.

"Haan, Laila, sab kuch perfect hai. Ap, bachay, aur yeh beach. Kitna achha lag raha hai sab kuch," I replied, wrapping my arm around her shoulders as we stood together.

Just then, Miraal decided that Lail's hair looked like a perfect toy. She reached out with both hands and grabbed a fistful of Lail's hair. "Ouch!" Lail exclaimed, trying to free her locks from Miraal's tiny but surprisingly strong grip. "Zarar, apni beti ko samjhao!" she said, attempting to untangle her hair while giving me an exasperated look.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Laila, meri beti bhi apke fashion sense ko appreciate kar rahi hai!" I teased, trying to hide my amusement. Miraal's little fingers clutched tightly, her expression one of utter concentration.

"Miraal, mama ke baalon ko chhodo!" Lail said, trying to extricate her hair from Miraal's grasp. Miraal finally let go, looking at Lail with a satisfied smile, as if she had just achieved a great victory.

As the sun dipped lower, Lail decided it was time for a picnic. She spread out the blanket on the grass, setting up our feast. "Chalo, ab khana khane chalein!" she announced with enthusiasm.

The twins were seated between us, with Miraal's little hands eagerly reaching for strawberries. "Yeh lo, strawberries! Lekin zyada mat khao, nahi to stomach main Dard hoga!" Lail warned as Miraal's face quickly became a canvas for strawberry juice.

"Wallahi, Zarar! Tumhare bachay aur elephants, dono ek hi category mein hain!" I thought to myself as Miraal continued to make a mess, her tiny hands covered in fruit juice. She giggled with every bite, looking like a tiny fruit monster.

Lail then served them soft mashed daal and pieces of roti. "Miraal, yeh daal hai. Tumhe yeh achi lagti hai, na?" she asked, feeding her a spoonful. Miraal made a face but then eagerly opened her mouth for more, as if she were in a food competition.

Zaviyaar, on the other hand, was devouring his food with gusto. "Yeh lo, Zaviyaar, roti!" Lail said, feeding him small bites. "Mujhe lagta hai tumhe party chahiye, khana nahi!" she teased, making Zaviyaar laugh with delight.

While Lail and I enjoyed some traditional biryani with raita, I took a bite and exclaimed, "Yaar, yeh biryani toh kamaal ki hai! Tumhara haath chhupa hua chef hai!"

"Arre, Zarar! Agar tum mujhe itna praise karoge, toh main aur bhi zyada effort dalungi!" Lail laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

After a satisfying picnic, with Miraal and Zaviyaar now blissfully sleepy from their meal, we packed up and headed back home. As we drove, Lail turned to me with a sleepy smile. "So gaya apka parsukoon beta!?" I asked

"Haan, aur tumhari nakhrebaaz beti bhi!" She replied, laughing softly so as not to disturb the twins.

As we approached our house, I looked at Lail. "Humari Zindagi ab in dono ki wajah se aur bhi khoobsurat hai, Janti hai kabhi kabar aisa lagta hai jaise mujhe har wo cheez milgayi jiski wajah se meri Duniya mukammal ho"

Lail's eyes sparkled with happiness. "Haan, aur har pal itna khubsurat lagta hai jab dekhte hain ke hamare bachche kitne khush hain. Zaviyaar aur Miraal, dono hamari zindagi mein rang bhar rahe hai."

As we settled in for the night, with the twins peacefully sleeping, I turned to Lail. "Apne socha, agla picnic kahan plan karenge?"

Lail laughed softly, "Arre, pehle in dono ko sohne do, phir plan karenge. Tumhare bachay toh kam nahi hain!"

"Bilkul, meri zindagi ka chota sa circus hai!" I teased, gently brushing a strand of hair from Lail's face.

Lail smiled warmly, "Aur tumhara circus ka ringmaster hoon main. Aapki nakhrebaaz Beti ka Ro'ob na ho to!"

We both laughed quietly, the sound mingling with the peaceful hush of the night. It was a perfect end to a perfect day, filled with love, laughter, and the simple joys of family life.
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My life is getting more beautiful day by day because of my two little cuties. Miraal and Zaviyaar are the lights of my life, and I can't help but smile whenever I think of them. I have to admit, I love watching how Zarar handles Miraal, especially since she's as stubborn as I am. Zaviyaar, on the other hand, is a calm and composed little boy—just like his father. But Zarar and I like to joke that being calm is the only trait they share! Both my little ones are only six months old, but they're already showing signs of being much smarter than their age.

It's 3 a.m. now, and despite my best efforts, Zavi and I just can't seem to fall asleep. Zarar and Miraal, however, are peacefully sleeping next to us, looking like two peas in a pod. Like father, like daughter! I can't help but sigh as I glance at them, but then I look at Zaviyaar, and his big, innocent eyes are staring up at me, wide awake.

For the past hour, I've been playing with Zaviyaar, trying to tire him out, but now we're both getting a little bored. I look down at my son, who's still playing with my fingers, and decide it's time for a change of activity.

"Zavi, dekho apke baba aur sisto kitne sukoon se so rahe hain," I huff, pointing towards Zarar and Miraal. Zavi looks at them and then back at me, nodding as if he understands exactly what I'm saying.

"Zavi, hum kya kare?" I wonder aloud, trying to think of something new to do. That's when I notice Zaviyaar's gaze fixating on my diamond necklace, the one Zarar had gifted me. For some reason, Zavi absolutely loves playing with it.

"Zaviyaar, mera pyara bacha, neend kyun nahi aah rahi?" I ask softly, making him sit on my lap. He just looks up at me with those big, bright eyes, and I can't help but smile.

An idea suddenly pops into my head, and I grin at Zaviyaar. "Zavi, chalo, hum kuch mazedaar karte hain!" I whisper excitedly. He looks at me with curiosity, his tiny fingers still gripping my necklace.

*After 10 minutes*

Zaviyaar and I are both dressed in our matching koala outfits, complete with little ears and fuzzy tails. I couldn't resist—it's just us two, and I wanted to do something fun and silly. Zavi squeals in excitement as he looks down at his new outfit, and I can't help but laugh at how adorable he looks.

"Zavi, dekho hum dono kitne cute lag rahe hain!" I say, spinning around in my koala suit, making him giggle. His laughter is infectious, and I can't stop smiling as I jump up and down, making him laugh even more.

I scoop him up in my arms, kissing his chubby cheeks as we head downstairs to the kitchen. Zaviyaar is still giggling, his tiny hands patting my face as I carry him.

Once in the kitchen, I make some Cerelac for him since