MADE FOR EACH OTHER

Chapter 53: EPILOGUE

DUA'S POV:

"Amman" I slowly said to my boy. His curly hairs where just like his dad but his eye's were just like

mines.

Armaan ran his fingers through Amman's hair. Amman slowly began to wake up. He rubbed his eyes

with his hands. He peeked from his half open eyes to look at us.

"Happy birthday Amman." Armaan said as he kissed his forehead.

"Happy birthday my baby." I said bender down to kiss his cheeks.

After hearing us and realizing it is his birthday he was all activated. He jumped up and hugged me.

Basically my head. Then he jumped out his dad too.

"My giftsh." He asked. Armaan chuckled.

"You are just like your mother when it comes to gifts." Armaan said and I glared at him.

Both father and son laughed at my face. They always team up together.

"You both. Laugh as much you want. When my girl comes up we will see who laughs on whom" I said

patting my five months belly.

"Okay enough. Amman go down then only you can see your gifts. They are all in the hall." I said as

amaan began to run down.

"You mr. I'll see you too." I said to armaan who was lying down on the bed shamelessly.

"There's nothing more to see. Haven't you seen everything." He said.

What.

"Armaan." I yelled a little loud.

"You are so shameless aren't you." I said.

He got up and stood in front of me.

"I am just stating facts baby." He said.

"Whatever." I said before I crashed my lips onto his. We pulled apart for breath. You know oxygen lungs

and all. He smiled at me.

"I love you" he said.

"Again stating the fact." I said as he chuckled.

"Armaan I have invited our neighbors. They just shifted you know. They are muslims too." I said.

"Okay. Anything you like. If ayesha can come. Then I think you can invite Aldo Hitler too." Armaan said.

He still have a sore spot for her. Even after all these years.

"Armaan. I said you. Let it all be in past. She is changing." I said and he gave me oh-really-look.

"Okay but she is trying. Can't you see that. Armaan. Please don't sulk." I said giving him puppy dog

eye's.

"Fine. I'll try." He said.

"Good boy" I said ruffling his hairs with my hands.

"Dad. Hot wheelsh car." Amman brag in as we created a good space in between us.

"You like it my love" armaan said as he picked amman in his arms.

"Yesh dad." He said cheekily. Oh my goodness. He is so cute.

"Then give dad kissi" armaan said.

Who knew he could be such an amazing dad. But he is. And now one more coming soon to join the

team. Girls team. As per armaan. I don't know what it is but I too think it's a girl.

"Amman are you ready...oh my baby looks so good." I said. I wish I could pick him up.

"Jazak Allah mommy" he said.

"My good boy. Let me make your hairs. Your daddy forgot to I think." I said.

"No I didn't. I was gonna do that too." Armaan said. He snatched the comb from my hand and began to

set his hairs.

I went down stairs to see the food for the party. Not many guest were invited just few friends from

amman's kindergarten. And children whom he plays with who live on the same street. Baba. Ammi and

abba. Ayesha and her husband. Our new neighbors.

"Assalamu Aalaykum ammi." I said as I saw ammi and abba entering the house.

"Assalamu Aalaykum abba" I said while hugging ammi.

"Walaikum Salaam" they both said. A maid came and took the bags away from them.

"Where is our grandson. Amman. Amman." Abba said and called for amman.

"Dada jaan" amman came running down and jumped on his grandfather.

"Happy birthday dada ki jaan" abba said.

"My turn too." Ammi said taking amman away from abba's arm.

We all steeled on the couch in the hall. We all kept laughing and talking. Amman showed all his gifts to

everyone.

"Array baba. Assalamu Waalaykumu." I said and ran towards baba who just made the appearance.

"Walaikum Salaam beta. Sorry I am late an important meeting came up." He said hugging me. We

began to walk in where everyone was sitting.

"Where is my champion." Baba said looking at amman. He quickly ran to hid behind the closest thing

he could. Behind the couch.

"Oh. Seems like my champion wants to play hid n seek. Where is my champion. Armaan have you

seen my champion." He said as he began to play along with amman.

"Oh he is not behind the table. Where is my champion." He said as he slowly made his way behind the

couch.

"Nana I am not behind the couch." Amman said.

Amman was giggling loudly from behind the couch. He screamed when his nana(grandfather from

mom's side) came and picked him up high in the air.

He screamed and laugh. The seen was pleasure to my eyes.

All this year's have made so many good changes. And it's still making. Nothing can be more better.

"Ouch" I said as I felt a kick like something in my belly. I placed a hand on it and it some what calmed it.

Armaan looked at me seriously. No one else did.

I waved my hand dismissing his thoughts. Worried one.

I walked in the kitchen to bring out drinks but I knew he is gonna follow me. Just like I said he did.

"Dua. Are you okay." He said concern written on his face.

"Yes. Armaan I am completely fine. I just felt like a kick nothing else." I said transferring the glasses to

the tray.

"Are you sure. It was just a kick." He asked taking my hand in his.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." I said.

"Okay." He said coming closer but amman came and fired us with his toy gun from which only sound of

bullets came.

"Dad. I just killed you." He said and armaan pretend to be shot.

"You too mommy." He said and he begin to fire me.

"No. I am not dying. No bullets work on your mommy." I said.

"That's so true." Armaan said. He chuckled as he got glares from me.

"Oh mr and mrs. Khan. Please come in" I said to our knew neighbors.

"Assalamu Waalaykumu." A little boy came from behind them.

"Walaikum Salaam." I replied to him.

"This is waqar our son." Mrs.khan said.

"Okay. Waqar please come in." I said as he began to walk in.

"Armaan" I called him. I mean he has to met them as well as entertain the guest.

"Oh. My. God." Few People said.

Soon mr.khan was tackled down by armaan.

What the hell.

I looked up at mrs.khan she was smiling at them. First It's something and I am not part of it. And

second I think they aren't interested in castrating each other that the smile of mrs.khan said thought

armaan is choking mr.khan down.

"Saley. How are you." Armaan asked as he helped mr.khan get up.

"O am fine bro. How are you bro." He asked armaan.

Okay. I think I have seen them on my wedding day I guess.

"Dua this is rizwan. My school, college mate and it's his wife haniya." Armaan said. Okay.

I nodded to him.

We all made our way inside. We did all the drama standing in the doorway.

Waqar was playing with amman along with other kids.

Haniya was a good women. We were already talking and laughing like we were best friends. That

happens so rare with me. But she is fun and jolly in nature. And I like it. Specially the way she tied her

hijab. So cool it is.

Ayesha came along with arham and sara there one year old daughter. Yes hard to digest. But all credit

goes to me. When I knew baba is not going okay with ayesha. I knew she would be alone and weak.

And I swear as badly as I wanted to help her I know she wouldn't let her guard down for me. So I there

was only this one person I knew who would die for ayesha. This guy can really die for her. Hence I All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

asked arham to jump in ayesha's life again. It took a lot for convincing baba but he did. I mean he

listened to my request. And it all worked out. But still armaan and ayesha cannot establish their peace.

The day went blur. Amman was still going through his gifts along with waqar. Yes. they played all the

time and when time came to leave waqar denied from leaving and rizwan being armaan's friend some

what trusted us and left his son. I saw all of them happily enjoying. Amman promised waqar that he

would share his toys with him.

Everyone left already. Ammi abba and baba. Ayesha arham. Everyone.

I was sitting lazily on the couch. Watching the kids retrieve things from boxes. Armaan came with a

glass milk mixed with turmeric and I crunched my face.

"No dua not even a single word from you. It's not for you it's for my baby in there." He said showing the

glass in front of me.

For love of me. A full glass of milk. Please no. As much as I didn't wanted to drink but I had to. No room

was for argument over milk. I hope this months pass real quick so that I can have holiday from this

milk.

I drank it all in one go pinching my nose so that I won't have the smell.

"Good girl." Armaan said ruffling my hairs very badly that they where all over my face.

Armaan came and gave the boy's hot chocolate. I watched the boy's racing for who could drink faster

with armaan beside me. I put my head on his shoulder as we both watched the kid's.

(A/N: that was the end. please rate this story and please leave a positive comment too. Thankyou.)