Epilogue 2

Nikhat

"He's the photocopy of Abrar", Mrs. Ali says, holding the newborn.

After eight months of our marriage, Zoya delivered a cute baby boy. He's a premature baby, indeed but still out of all danger by the grace of God.

"Just pray that he gets the same tactics as me. I can't handle two short-tempered creatures", Abrar laughs.

"Wait! You just wait. Let me get a bit healthier", Zoya shoots him a glare.

"You can scream only. What else can you do?" Abrar rolls his eyes.

"You—"

And they continue.

I take the newborn in my arms, giggling at him lovingly.

"First and foremost rule, Mrs. Wife", Kaif whispers near me. "No future planning after this"

He's always so scared!

"I know right? Stop worrying!" I scowl at him.

So many things changed over time but he didn't. At first, he was scared to love someone and get married. Now, he's scared of having a baby. I don't mind it though. It's just a matter of time. I'm happy the way I am.

I was promoted to the company with my salary getting doubled.