Life has our dark moments and it is of our darkness that we often find our greatest beauty and strength.

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Amaya looked at her hands filled with henna as her tear drops continued to fall down through her eyes passing through her cheeks and landing onto her henna cladded hands.

Cladded in the Pink Jora, she was sitting on the bed waiting for him from past 2 hours but still he didn't show up.

"Why only me?" Her heart pained as it questioned her. She immediately wiped her tears away and got up on her feet. Changing into a kurta and Plazo, she came out of washroom to come across her husband, Saad who was changed into a pair of Joggers and T-Shirt.

He looked at her tear stained face and then looked down, not being able to meet his gaze with her.

"Yeh bhi nahi samajh aaraha ki kis haq se aapse Sikayat karu? Aajtak hosh mein mohabbat ka Ikraar tak nahi kiya aapne." She said, chuckling sadly as she sat on the bed.

(I don't even understand that with which right should I complain you. You didn't even confessed your love in senses.)

"Pata hain, mohabbat insaan ko taaqat deti hain. Lekin aapko toh aapki mohabbat bhi nahi badal saki. Socha bhi hain agar ush din pata nahi chalta ki main pregnant hu toh aaj hum kahan hote." Amaya said, looking at him with teary eyes who was sitting on his knees infront of her with his head bowed.

"Maine toh itni himmat dikhayi thi, aapse bataya tha apni mohabbat keliye, aapne mana kar dia. Keh dia ki heat of moment tha. How hurt I was at that moment. Lekin aap mein itni himmat nahi thi ki mera haath maang sake. Apne bhai ki khushi ki parwah thi, apne pariwar ki khushi ki parwah thi. Lekin mera kya Saad? Kya galti thi meri? Aapse mohabbat karna. Boliye." Amaya asked, looking at him with red nose and teary eyes as he felt miserable for making her go through all this.

(I had shown so much courage, I told you about my love. You denied it. You said that our love making was heat of moment. How hurt I was at that moment. You didn't had courage for asking me for marriage. You were worried for the happiness of your brother, family but not me. What was my fault? Loving you?)

"You know how I am. I am sorry. Forgive me please." He said, folding his hands infront of her as she nodded in no.

"You didn't even tried." She said, shaking her head negatively.

"Aapki chuppi ne mujhe tod dia tha." She said crying hard as she clutched onto him like a baby while he just rubbed her back.

(Your silence broke me.)

"Agar yeh baccha nahi hota toh aap jaante hain kya hota? Agar sab time pe baahar nahi aata toh kitna kuch bigad jaata. Kitne dil toot te." She continued as she looked at him innocently.

(If nor for this child then what would have happened? If things didn't came out of time then everything would have gone wrong. How many hearts would have been broken.)

"I am sorry. I was never your type Amaya." He said, looking at her making her chuckle.

"Why the hell are you always so insecure of yourself? From the time I am seeing you, you had been like this. Why?" She finally asked the question which had bugged her from years.

"Just look at me and then look at yourself. You will get your answer. You are a single child, no relative and nothing. You have never been compared. But I had been. I had felt miserable when I was just taken less than average student, introvert, shy, dark skinned and what not. Everyone is perfect in this house, except me."he said, his eyes brimming with tears as he remembered how had his relatives and unknowingly his parents had always compared to scholar Abaan, Nyla and Muskaan.

"You know if it was not for Muskaan, I may have been much behind. My sister understood me but still everyone thinks I am nothing infront of Abaan bhai Amaya. I thought even you think the same until you told me about your feelings. I thought you pity me." He said chuckling while she looked at him in shock. He had always hidden everything beneath his dimpled smile so gracefully that she had never came to know about his feelings.

"It used to hurt when Mumma would be disappointed by my marks. I remember when Muskaan revealed my interest in cooking. If not for Abaan bhai, maybe I would have been unemployed. He was the one who stood by me. Mumma was disappointed when she got to know. I don't know why, but I had been like this. My insecurities, my fears didn't allowed me to express myself. You are so Beautiful, just like an angel and look at me, tanned skin and stubbled face."he said with a sad smile as Amaya looked at him in shock.

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🙂Even If I have time, I don't feel like updating seeing the response. I am not talking about votes, but comments are so less, like just voting is not your responsibility. Do comment too🙂And if you guys can't then don't expect anything from my side too. No updates Or maybe I will even Take this book down.. The response is demotivating.

Enough of my lecture, now chapter continues.

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"Farhaad, Is this time for having coffee?" Nyla asked Farhaad, standing by the door in her kurti while yawning.

"Jaana,I couldn't sleep." He said running his hands through his hairs messing them while she shook her head going towards him as she took him in a back hug keeping her head on his back.

"I love you." She said, smiling.

"I really think you should change yourself into love Guru of RJ station." She said making him chuckle as he pecked her hands lightly turning off the stove. He immediately pulled her in such a way that she was against the kitchen platform while he was infront of her with his both hands on her either sides.

"I love you too." He said, holding her hips making her gulp as he made her sit on the kitchen platform and without any warning, placed his lips onto hers taking her in a toe-curling kiss.

Her eyes widened while her legs automatically got wrapped around his waist. Smiling in the kiss, he grasp her  neck deepening the kiss.

"Such a tease you are." Nyla said, breathing heavily as her whole body heated up due to the recent makeout and his intense gaze didn't helped ger either. He just cupped her face in his callous hands, pecking her lips followed by forehead.

"I hope for them to always be happy." He said clicking his forehead with hers while she nodded but immediately jumped down the kitchen platform hearing the loud cry of her baby girl.

"Kabab mein haddi." Farhaad murmured to himself rubbing the back of his neck.

(Such an interrupter.)

He was enough lucky to have his whole world in his arms.

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"You are perfect Saad. Your skin colour, your looks are not going to decide how your heart is. What matters is a Beautiful heart. This is how god has made you. A man with a golden heart. You are gem, my gem." Amaya said, cupping his cheeks making him look into her eyes. His eyes held vulnerability.

"You know how and when I fell in love with you?" She asked to which he nodded in no, innocently.

"Remember you saved me from those road side romeos when I was in class 11th. That was the first time I noticed you. You fought for me, even after knowing you can't win against them and you think yourself as a loser. This baby is damn lucky to have a father like you. I know what we did was wrong, but he is the biggest forgiver. He forgives one who repents. Maybe, the timing for this baby was wrong but look at you. You accepted its your baby infront of entire family when you could have left me alone to Fight against my family, this society. But you choose to marry me. This physical appearance means nothing to me. All that matters is the man I had always loved and will keep loving."she said, placing his hands on her stomach as she wiped away his tears.

He silently nodded but she knew, he was not satisfied. His insecurities about his capabilities were loud. He think himself not to be perfect for her. She will do everything she can for making him believe in her, in their love. She will. She pulled him onto bed while he slept, clutching her tightly to his body while she kept running her hands through his hairs, lost in her thoughts.

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"Aap mujhse sacchi mohabbat karte hain?" Muskaan asked, poking his chest making him sigh as this was the 8th time in night that she woke him up for asking it.

(You really love me. )

"No. I am doing time pass with you. Will you sleep now." He said, glaring at her making her pout.

He sighed, pulling her closer and again got back to his sleep while she kept on looking at his face with a stupid smile adoring her face.

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Sorry for less Abaan and Muskaan scenes. Dher saara in next update.

Saad have allot of insecurities and I am sure,We all can relate. Being compared and comparing is common,but what effect it have on the other person is not. Stop mocking someone for their marks, looks or anything. A good face will fade,but not a good heart.

I had added Saad and Amaya like parallel couple. Only girls are not insecure,boys are too. Learn to appreciate others. Still,Saad's whole point is remaining. It will be continued in next chapter with Muskaan and Abaan.

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