"Kh.... Khala? Is that.... you?" She questioned breathlessly. Her fist went to her racing heart as fear settled inside her.

"Muskaaaan....oh my bacchi! Thank goodness I can finally speak to you!" Her khala cried across the phone.

Muskan gulped forgetting the ability to speak. Her khala's harsh words and actions as she kicked her out of her own House began haunting her making her sweat with fear and anxiety.

"Muskan....beta we were soo worried about you."

"M...me?" Muskan asked surprised. Her Khala was worried about her? Just hearing that made her feel bittersweet.

"Are you ok there my bacchi? That monster doesn't hurt you right?"

Muskan frowned.
"He's not a monster Khala. Please don't say such things about my husband."

That woman began crying harder worrying innocent Muskan.
"Please forgive us beta....blood is thicker than water my bacchi and How can I not call him a monster? He stole the roof from over our heads, your bhaijaan's and Khalu too lost thier jobs and now we are being thrown on the streets. What will I do in this old age of mine.... where will I take my poor family...what will I feed them beta....help us my bacchi....help us...I know we have done you wrong but we are your own blood beta...have pity on us."

Muskan couldn't hold back her own tears. They were her family no matter how terrible they were to her. And that poor hearted girl melted instantly hearing her Khala plea. But she was confused as to why she was blaming her husband.

"Khala...how can Rehan...do such things?"

"You don't know him beta, he's a gangster. He hurts and threatens people and gets his way. He threatened us too by sending his gangsters into your parents house and .....took away the Power of attorney. Now as your husband is owning the power of attorney, he'll own the house and everything that was your parents'. Now he even sent us a notice from court to evacuate the house. I got this number of yours by going through hoops...we miss you beta.
I think....he only took you away and married you for your parents' property beta ...save yourself beta.....and save us too beta... I beg you...... please Muskan..."

Muskan sank on the bed shocked. Of course her husband couldn't do such a thing. He loved her and not her property. But why would he harm his family like that?

He's a gangster....he hurts and threatens people.

These words echoed in her ears giving her a headache. She had to confront him about it.

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"KHUSHI! Where is she? Where's my khushi?" Yasir stormed into the house yelling like a mad man.

"Yasir, you're back already beta? And why are you screaming like that?" Zarina ma inquired stepping out of the kitchen.

"Where's Khushi?" He questioned anxiously.

"Uh...in her room. Why? Is something the matter?" She asked hesitantly noticing his uneasiness.

"She's been crying for hours and NO one even noticed?!" He yelled making her flinch.

"What? We... we didn't knew...."

She went silent, watching him rush towards his bedroom. She was worried too now and also stuck between the dilemma of checking up on her and leaving the husband and wife alone on their personal matter. Khushi had never cried soo much in a long time...which was making her more worried.

Yasir opened the door anxiously and found his wife sitting on the bed still sobbing. Relief flooded over him seeing her unharmed. Shutting the door behind him he rushed to her getting down on hus knees beside her near the bed to see her face.
"Jaan... what's wrong Jaan? Are you ok? Did you get hurt? Did anyone hurt you? Please tell me Jaan.... I'm hear now..." He wiped her tears before checking her from head to toe.

"Yasir..."

"Yes my Jaan...." he cupped her face with both his hands looking into her teary eyes impatiently.

With shaky hands she handed him the stick and when he looked down at it...he sank back on his heels in utter disbelief.

"Oh...God..." He muttered moving his fingers through his hairs as he gapped at the 2 red lines in shock. He didn't dare to even blink fearing the second line with disappear or might be his hallucination.

He looked up at his wife who was gazing back at him in shock too.
"I...is it true Jaan? This...."
He looked down and placed a shaky hand over her abdomen.
"...is there really...our baby? I'm going to be a Father?!" He looked up at her with moistened eyes.
"Khushi....are we really.... expecting a child?!" His face split into a grin and Khushi was crying again but he hugged her laughing. His joy knowing no bounds.

"Yasir.... I still don't believe it ...what if.... we'll be...dis.... disappointed again. I'm scared Yasir.... I want this baby Yasir..... please Yasir!"

He rubbed her back kissing over her hair.
"Shh.... it's ok. God heard our prayers Jaan.....stop crying.... it's true. You're pregnant....and we're going to be parents soon. It's all real... it's true!"

He couldn't stop smiling as he showered kisses all over her face and neck making her ticklish and giggly.

"Let's go to the doctor first thing in the morning. Till then, let's keep this a surprise for everyone. Ok?" He assured her.

"Ok." She nodded.

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"Where's Yasir?" Rehan asked whilst checking the remaining bullets in his gun. He looked at the man who layed dead in front of him. As promised, he didn't allow anyone to cause even a single scratch on his body.

"Boss, Yasir bhai rushed back home on his bike a couple hours ago. Khushi didi called him and he looked quite anxious." One of his men informed.

Rehan placed the barrel of his gun on that man's forehead seeing him tremble.
"And you're telling me this now?!" He growled making them all flinch.

"He....he went in such a hurry." Another man answered shakily.

Rehan knew Yasir wasn't someone to leave an assignment from between without a solid reason like that. There might be some kind of trouble. He was getting anxious himself.

"You 3, clean this mess up and you...get the car!" He ordered in his authoritive tone.

His wife, his sister and even Zarina ma....he was worried for all of them. If anything happened to anyone ....

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Rehan walked in the house and soo far everything seemed normal to him. Then he spotted Khushi in the dinning room setting the table while humming some tune. Rehan let out a breath of relief and rushed up to her.

"Khushi."

Khushi turned towards the voice.
"Oh, bhai! You're ba..."

She was cut off as he hugged her tightly.
"Are you ok baccha? I heard you were crying and Yasir rushed back home in the morning. Is everything okay?" He asked anxiously holding her at arms distance and observing her.

Khushi grinned from ear to ear.
"I'm ok bhai. Sorry to worry you.... infact, I have great news for you. Good thing you got here sooner. I'll tell you at dinner."

Rehan frowned hitting the back of her head gentle.
"Don't scare us like that you silly girl!" He scolded.

"Hehe....sorry, but if u find out the reason I promise u won't be mad at me anymore."

Rehan shook his head.
"Ok whatever, where's Muskan."

"There she is!"

Rehan clenched his jaw as he saw Muskan stepping out of the kitchen.

"Cutie, your darling is here ~" Khushi teased.

However, Muskan was pokerfaced and said nothing. As soon as she placed the pile of plates on the table, Rehan grabbed her arm and dragged her to the bedroom as she followed him without a word.
"Come with me."

"Aree.... what's up with them?" Khushi scratched her head.

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Rehan closed the door behind them and immediately pinned Muskan on the door smashing his lips on hers passionately without any warning.

Staying away from her for soo long was too much for him and now that he finally saw his butterfly....he just couldn't resist as he kissed her hungrily but Muskan didn't seem to reciprocate.

He broke the kiss to see her face but when he tried to kiss her again, she turned her face away pushing him a little.
"What's wrong my butterfly? Aren't you happy that I came back?"

She kept her head low without a word. Now he was puzzled and scratched his nape embarrassed.
"Did I upset you? Sorry butterfly... I just got soo excited to see you and.... couldn't resist. I missed you soo much my darling, you were all I could think of." He whispered and kisses her forehead but again she said nothing.

"Butterfly.... what's wrong? Are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong?" Rehan questioned again feeling guilty for not even knowing why his butterfly who would turn all red and smile like an Angel to him was soo quite that she wouldn't even listen to him.

He gently lifted her chin with his fingers trying to read her expression. And yes....she seemed upset.
"Please tell me butterfly...what did I do wrong?"

Muskan gently pushed his hand away and got away from the door.
"Khala called..."

Hearing that Rehan just lost it
"What?! Who gave that old hag your number? How dare she? That bi...."

"Rehan please.... she's my family!" Muskan's voice raised quite a bit surprising Rehan.

"Um... butterfly..."

"Is it true? That you sent your men to steal the power of attorney from Khala and sent them a notice to empty the house?!" She asked heatedly cutting him off.

"Yes." He answered bluntly.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? They've hoarded your parents house in the name of taking care of you while all they did was abuse you and take advantage of your... vulnerability. That house belongs to you now...it always did." He said firmly.

"What about you Rehan? I cannot be the sole owner of the house as I'm disable, so the power of attorney can be yours right? Do you want that house too? Is that the reason why you married me?" Muskan was too upset and shaken to even realise what she was saying or how hurtful her words were for her husband who desired nothing more than her.

"Butterfly....how can you even think something like that? Is that the kind of man you think I am? My butterfly...." He held her by her shoulders.
"All I did was for you...for your happiness. I don't want anything else than to see that smile on your face."

She pushed his hands away hurting him even more.
"No matter how they treated me...they are still my own blood. Hurting my family...no matter what they did to me, isn't going to make me smile."

She turned away from him feeling for the door knob.
"Please get freshnup and come out for dinner." Saying that she walked out blinking back her tears, ignoring him calling for her. It was the first time they ever fought like that and she was hurting too.

"Cutie, where's bhai?" Khushi asked excitedly.

"Uh.... he's....in the bathroom." Muskan answered abruptly

"Oh ok." Khushi pouted looking at Yasir. He pinched her nose turning her frown upside down.
"Patience Jaan."

Muskan was quite the whole time as Khushi kept blabbing in her own joy. She just couldn't wait to announce the good news.

"Bhai! Finally you're here. Sit, sit, sit!" Khushi grabbed his arm making him sit beside Muskan. He looked at Muskan whose head was hanging low and he tried to hold her hand from under the table but as soon as she even felt his body heat, she took her hand away making him sigh.

"Ok ok ok....now that everyone is here we have a special announcement to make. Are you'll ready?" Khushi said dramatically, standing up.

"Oh ho....what is it? This increasing tension is giving me indigestion!" Zarina scolded.

Khushi giggled and turned to her husband who stood beside her and then turned to everyone as they both said in unison, no longer being able to hold back thier excitement...

"We're Expecting!"

Everyone looked at the couple as if they grew 3 heads.

"What ...did you say?"

"I'm pregnant Zarina ma..."

Zarina's hands flew to her mouth and her eyes moistened with the tears of joy.
"Oh Alhamdulillah! Alhamdulillah! Oh God! Finally....after soo long....oh thank God!"

Rehan just gapped at her and Khushi giggled at her brother's cute reaction.
"Bhai.... it's true! You're going to be Mamu soon!" She giggled and her eyes too filled with tears as her long dream of saying this to her older brother finally came true.

Rehan got of his chair and cupped her face with moist eyes.
"My baccha is.... going to be a mother? She's all grown up now!" He grinned and pulled her to his chest.
"I'm going to be Mamu! Did you hear that everyone! My sister is about to have a baby!" He chuckled.

He kissed her forehead blessing her with prayers before he turned to Yasir and hugged him, patting his back, hard.
"Congratulations Yasir!"

"Thankyou bhai!" Yasir couldn't stop grinning either.

"Congratulations Khushi didi, Yasir bhaijaan!" Muskan smiled happily.

"Awww.... it's all thanks to you my cutie!" Khushi rushed towards her pushing past the chairs and hugged Muskan.
"It's because of your blessed steps in this house that we could experience this happiness after waiting for soo long."

"Be careful with the chairs baccha!" Rehan scolded getting them away from her.

"Jaan! Why are you only thanking our little sparrow when I was the one who did all the hard work." Yasir huffed making everyone laugh.

This was truly the joyous moment everyone had been waiting for....

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Next chapter tomorrow.

We're taking a trip to the past. The next chapter will tell the love story of Khushi and Yasir.

Are you excited?

BTW have u read Her Vendetta yet?
It's really good trust me. A unique story of revenge.
Go check it out if u haven't yet 😉