OS : Aashiyaan..The Sun Rays gently streamed in through the white curtains illuminating the spacious room and its inhabitants.
Though they were sleeping peacefully, but one of them stirred a bit.
Rumaisa gently opened her eyes and rubbed them a bit. No matter, how much in deep sleep she used to be but her eyes flew open in the early hours of mornings. That was her lifelong habbit, making her an early riser.
She got up, tied up her long hair that hung like silk behind her shoulders in a bun and looked for her dupatta.
She always kept it on the bedstand before sleep but today it wasn't to be found. Rumaisa looked at her side and then remembered where she misplaced it.
Zeeshan was sleeping peacefully by her side, His hair messed up, His Kurta a bit unkempt. Rumaisa's dupatta was somewhat thrown over him, giving a well defined hint of what all must have happened last night making Rumi blush to a deep shade of Crimson.
She gently untangled it from him as to not wake him up, but it will only be a matter of a couple of hours when he will be awake too as he was an early riser like her.
His Duty as an SP demanded it from him and Rumaisa was sometimes amazed at his abilities to stay awake late at nights for work, or get up early for work too.
She smiled at her own thoughts and got up quietly not to wake him up and closed the door behind him. It was already 7 and she had to wake Maham up for school as only an hour was left.
Rumi smiled aa she entered Maham' room which was decorated, designed and furnished by Zeeshan and his love of life, Maham herself only to see the little princess decked up in her cute pink Disney Princess Blanket brought by Zeeshan himself and lost in her sugar dreams of own.
She sat by her side caressing the little girl's forehead lovingly. Everything had changed so drastically in a year.
Zeeshan standing up against his family for her and Maham, Dissing Down their materialistic thoughts, bringing them to his own government allotted home and life had taken such a beautiful turn from here on.
Though Zeeshan's government home was not rich in luxuries and comforts as compared to Nabeel's but she was given here what was snatched from her there.
Her Dignity, Her Self Respect. She wasn't treated as an unwanted baggage here but rather loved, cared and respected by Zeeshan as his wife and Maham's mother.
She had once been meek and quiet but not now, as Zeeshan had helped her to discover a new Rumaisa who was strong and confident. Nabeel had taken her to a Fantasy Trip but Zeeshan had taught her to walk the earth and that was what she loved about him.
Love? Oh Yes, she did love him. She was irrevocably in love with him and she knew he loved her too. Zeeshan's confession had not been very cheesy but straight yet endearing.
Rumaisa remembered melting into the sanctuary of his arms as she confessed her feelings with her eyes glassy and Zeeshan being the loving man, had soothed her in his arms and kissed her hair.
Things were led on from there as a gentle kiss on the cheek had turned into a passionate one as Zeeshan had claimed her lips and that night was one of the most passionate nights till now in their married life and it wasn't going to be topped soon.
Rumi felt her thoughts come to a halt as she felt a strange giddiness, and the next instant she ran into the bathroom keeping a hand on her mouth.
This wasn't the first time, since a last few days she felt this strange giddiness and nausea throwing up every now and then.
She washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. This wasn't her first time, When Maham came inside her these symptoms persisted there too.
So Was She...??
Rumaisa smiled a bit, thinking about it and Zeeshan's reaction came to her mind too. What would he do?
But wait, before getting too worked about it, she needed to confirm it and making up her mind to visit the doctor today she woke Maham up as it was getting late.
Rumaisa was now in the kitchen, making the last minute preparations for Breakfast along with Zulfi, the only manservant Zeeshan had. Maham was ready for school as she was just wearing her shoes and Zeeshan was in for a shower.
"Rumaisa? Rumaisa?" Zeeshan called her from the bathroom.
"Jee?" She answered.
"Yaar mujhe meri blue shirt nahi mil rahi, zara nikaal do please." He requested her.
"Theek Hai." Rumaisa answered and asking Zulfi to take care, she left for their room.
She looked through Zeeshan's wardrobe which was surprisingly neat and well kept. Guess, the discipline in his life helped him a lot. She could hear the shower on in the bathroom and knew he was inside.
"Zeeshan yahaan toh bohot saari blue shirts hain, kaunsi nikalun?" Rumaisa asked, clueless.
"Aree woh light blue checks wali, dekho wahin hogi." Zeeshan spoke from the shower.
"Zeeshan aap mujhe theek se batayein ki kaunsi shirt chahiye aapko? Aapki zyaadatar shirts toh blues aur checks mein hain." Rumaisa spoke, as she looked through, totally unaware of the bathroom door opening and then being closed.
"Mili ki nahi?" Zeeshan spoke up.
"Nahi." Rumaisa replied as turned around only to be greeted by a sight that made her both speechless and a bit overwhelmed.
There was her husband, Zeeshan Sikander standing very shirtless in just his blue denims.
His light brown hair, gleaming fresh from the shower and his chiseled body adorned with fresh water droplets.
Caramel Skin, covered his strong frame and he wasn't of a too much hulk build but fit and chiseled which was demanded from his career and field.
The heat emmiting from his body combined with the scent of his man soap was too much for her, as she gulped a bit.
Zeeshan wasn't unaware of the effect he had on her, he looked at her with a mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes and a sexy smile that played on his lips.
Rumi looked down, her cheeks heating up and crimson appearing on them as she realized that she indeed had been checking him out. There was this slow maddening heat that was emerging from the back of her neck to her whole body.
"Shirt?" He spoke, that smile still on his lips.
"Mujhe mili nahi, aapne kahaan rakhi thi?" Rumaisa spoke up finally taking up the courage to speak.
"Tumhe nahi mili? Kamaal Hai. Tum toh meri har shirt uski khushboo se pehechaanti ho." Zeeshan spoke, being a tease.
Rumaisa looked up instant unable to think that from where he caught this secret habbit of hers.
Zeeshan smiled and leaned a bit closer, tucking some of her unkempt hair behind her ears.
"Mumma, Mumma." Maham called up just then, giving Rumaisa a very apt reason to escape from Zeeshan's hold and before even he could stop her, she walked out of the room.
Zeeshan smiled, shaking his head at her cuteness, though she was still naive but was a more strong and confident woman now.
Rumaisa was setting up the table for breakfast, when Zeeshan walked in carrying Maham in his arms. She couldn't help but thank the almighty for blessing her little girl with a father who loved her more than her biological father ever could and smiled as she saw Maham chat incessantly about her new school, her friends, her teachers, her homework and her cartoons.
Zeeshan was listening attentively to her each and every word while feeding her too. Watching this father daughter duo was a bliss.
After Breakfast, Zeeshan would drop Maham for school and then go to his office directly. Asking Maham to go and sit in the car, which she happily obeyed and ran off in complete ecstasy and then turned to Rumaisa.
"Apna Khyaal Rakhiyega." Rumaisa smiled.
"Tum Bhi." He smiled and with that gently kissed her forehead.
Rumaisa waved at Maham Zeeshan happily as they both drove away.
Rumaisa now sat in the doctor's cabin playing with the edges of her dupatta eagerly waiting for Doctor's arrival.
The lady doctor walked in looking at the file of the reports that were just done on her.
"Doctor? Koi fikr ki baat toh nahi haina?" Rumaisa spoke up as she sat down.
"Nahi, Mrs Zeeshan Relax. Fikr ki baat nahi, par baat khushi ki hai. Mubarak Ho, you're expecting." She smiled up at Rumaisa.
Rumaisa smiled, her doubt had turned out to be the truth. This wasn't her first time, true but being able to be a mother was a happiness undefined. And then there was Zeeshan, this was his happiness too. His would be reaction made her smile wider.
That Night..
Rumaisa came into their room after putting Maham to sleep and saw Zeeshan working on his laptop.
She wanted to share the news of her pregnancy as quickly as possible but just didn't know how.
She sat down beside him, it had to be told and taking a deep breath she spoke up.
"Zeeshan? Mujhe aapse kuch baat karni hai."
"Hmm?" He spoke up, his eyes still glued to the screen.
"Main aaj doctor ke paas gayi thi." She added.
"Doctor ke paas? Kyun? Tabiyat theek haina tumhari?" Zeeshan spoke up looking at her.
"Jee, tabiyat theek hai. Par woh.." Rumaisa spoke up not knowing what to say. During Maham'a birth, the situations have been drastic but now things were different.
"Woh Kya Rumi?" Zeeshan asked, clueless.
"Woh Maham behen banne wali hai." Rumaisa spoke up without she could stop herself as she knew that it wouldn't make any sense.
"Maham? Behen?" Zeeshan narrowed his eyes not able to get him, but soon realization stuck him and he looked at her.
"Really? You're Pregnant?" He asked her, as if not believing.
Rumaisa nodded, with a somewhat small shy smile.
Zeeshan's features etched up into a beautiful smile.
"Wow. This is Amazing, I mean main apni khushi bayaan nahi kar sakta." He spoke up, but then held Rumaisa's hand.
"Thank You. Thank You for making me a proud father again." He spoke.
"Thank You for making me complete." Rumaisa smiled making Zeeshan smile again.
"Waise tumhe aur koi tareeka nahi mila bataane ke liye? Maham behen banne wali hai? Really?" Zeeshan laughed.
"Aap mera mazaak udaa rahein hai? Par kya karun, mujhe nahi samajh aaya ki main aapko kaise bataun?" Rumaisa added.
Zeeshan smiled and then took her in his arms while she kept her head on his chest relishing his scent, which consisted of an intoxicated concoction of his male scent and his cologne.
Their life was perfect, blissful and quiet now just like a summer sky. And very soon, a little star would be added to complete their family.
Her Aashiyaan Was Complete Finally..
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Edited by .Enchantress. - 9 years ago
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