It was the month of July. Like every day, the clouds were pouring down heavily. Making the weather slightly colder than before.

Switching the gas off, Zoya removed the apron and hang it on the hook. Taking a bowl with full of tomato ketchup and a plate full of 'Kandhe Ke Bhajiye.

'Baarish Mai Kandhe ke Bhajiye khana ka maza hi kuch aur hai.' She thought to herself.

Exiting the kitchen, she went to the living room. Her heart swells with happiness as her eyes fell on them, her people. Around whom her whole word revolves.

Ayaan, Arzoo and Zaan was playing Carrom Board. While the father and daughter duo had a grin itched on their faces and the cute seven year old, Zaan face was fallen as he has few gotis in comparison to others.

Placing both the plate and the bowl on the table beside them. She sat beside Zaan, her Shehzada. Ruffling his hair with her hand she pecked his forehead.

"Ammijaan, dekhe kaese cheating karre hai yeh dono!!" Pouted Zaan hugging Zoya.

"Kya yeh sach hain?" Raising her eyebrow she glance at her husband.

"Yes. They both are teaming against me." Zaan justified, making Ayaan and Arzoo high five each other with a grin on both of their faces.

"Two against one. That's not fair. Phir se goti lagae maine bhi khelna hai." Said Zoya as she tied the dupatta tightly on her sides, like she was going on a war to win.

The father and daughter duo looked at each other and busted out laughing, making Zoya stare at them and raised her eyebrow again.

"Khelna Bhi Aata Hai Tumhe, Jaan?" Ayaan asked amusement dancing in those black orbs of his.

"Champion Hua Karte Thi Mein Is Game Mai. I even won medals in school and college for this game." She said helding her head high with confidence shining in her eyes.

"Badi Badi Batein." Ayaan said taking a bite of the bhajiye.

"Ammijaan Zyada Na Faikhe." Arzoo said rolling her eyes. "Kahi Aap Pe Hi Na Bhari Na Pad Jaaye Aapke Alfaz."

With a jaw clenched and fire burning in her eyes. She challenged, "Aur Agar Mere Baatein Sacchi Nikli Aur Aap Dono Haar Gaye Toh??"

"Toh Tumhaare Har Baat Hamein Manzoor." Ayaan states, accepting the challenge, to which Arzoo nodded.

"Toh Kiss Baat Ki Daire Lagaye Goti Phir Se." Zoya said picking up one of the bhajiye.

The seats were exchanged. The atmosphere of the house got tense. As if the cricket match between India and Pakistan was taking place in the house. Zoya sat beside Ayaan, while Zaan sat opposite his mother. And Arzoo sat opposite her father.

Afterall, it was the board game that they decided to play.

As soon as the game started, the father daughter duo face fell and their eyes almost bulge out of their faces. They were totally regretting their choice of words.

'Waqt Badal Diya Jazbat Badal Diye, Zoya ne dono Ayaan aur Arzoo ke'.

Within the first five minutes, it was mostly black gotis and only one white goti on the Carrom Board. Zoya aimed for the queen making the opposite team crossed their fingers and sweat was brimming their foreheads.

A scream filled with joy, escapes Zaan mouth, as his mother succeeds in taking the queen goti. As he started doing his happy dance in front of the opposite team leaving them more sulken than before.

"Ammijaan, you are the best." Zaan exclaims happily, making Zoya flip her long braid in attitude. "I know, Son."

"Queen Ab Tak Aap Log Ki Nahi Hue, Cover Lena Baki Hai."

"Pata Hai, Zoo Appi." Said Zaan with a coy smile on his face, as Arzoo face crunches in annoyance at that nickname. "Jis Tarah Se Ammijaan Khelre Hai Queen Toh Hamare Hi Honi Hai."

Seeing that the table has been turned, Ayaan was a nervous mess. The only trick that he knew can work, he decided to try it.

With a smirk on his handsome face, he placed his one hand on his wife thigh and started sensually caressing it. Zoya who was about to aim for the white goti to end the game fast, when she felt her husband's hand on her thigh and her breath hitched. Heat rushes to her cheeks and shivers ran through her entire body. Her heart began beating in a different rhythm, which only Ayaan can cause it.

Peeking at him beneath her eyelashes, she saw a spark of mischief lighting his dark black eyes. She knew what his intentions were. Biting her lips, she removed his hands from her thigh and she sent him a message through her eyes. 'Yeh trick nahi chalege, Jaana.'

Soon a pout replaced his handsome face, as he seems to understand what she was saying through her eyes.

"Ammijaan, come on. Just one goti is left for us to win this game." Zaan says cheering, breaking their staring contest.

As soon as the Stricker left from her hands, Zaan screams on the top of her lungs and jumps on the Zoya, hugging the hell out of her. While Arzoo and Ayaan had a defeated look on their faces and weren't meeting their eyes.

"I love you, Ammijaan." Zaan said, placing kisses all over her face, making her giggle loudly.

"I love you too, my Shehzade."

"" A horrific scream escapes both from Ayaan and Arzoo at the same time.

"Sahi Kehre Hai Aap Ammijaan." Zaan agreed, making the father and daughter duo glare at him.

"Kaddu!!!" Arzoo glared at her brother, which didn't have any affect on her brother. Who instead stick out his tongue and teased her.

"Itni Bhi Zalim Nahi Bano, Jaan."

"Ek Laute Beti Hu Mai Aapki, Thoda Toh Reham Khaaye."

Rolling her eyes, Zoya said with finality in her voice. "Itna Drama Karne Ki Koi Zaroorat Nahi Hai. You both yourself said Ki 'Tumhaare Har Baat Hamein Manzoor'."

"Badi Hi Zaalim Biwi Paaye Hai Aapne, Baba Jaan."

"Aesa Kyu Kehre Ho?"

"Aapko Ammi Hi Mili Thi Shaadi Karne Ke Liye?" Arzoo asked in disbelief, rolling her blue eyes.

"Kya Karta Mai Bhi Beta? Tumhaare Ammi Thi Hi Itni Haseen. Bas Uski Ek Jalak Ne Mera Dil Ghayal Kar Diya Tha Mohabbat Mai." Whispers Ayaan as if reminiscing that beautiful moment. When he first lay his eyes on her.

A smile made it's way on Arzoo's gorgeous face. Her heart warm, as she saw the look on her father's face. A 'Masha'Allah' left her lips. It wasn't hidden from anyone how much Zoya and Ayaan love each other. Romio and Juliet, Laila and Majnu were an old story in front of her parents. They were literally an ideal couple for her.

"Chale Baba Jaan. Jis Kaam Se Aaye Hain Woh Kar Lete Hain." Said Arzoo pulling the trolly forward.

"Warna Tumhaare Ammi Jaan Ne Ghar Mai Ghusne Hi Nahi Dena Humein Phir."

Both the father and daughter duo started their grocery shopping which they were forced to do. A scowl and annoyed look overtake their features. After all, they weren't a big fan of shopping.

Standing on the balcony of her room, gazing at the stars, she felt herself lost in it. The chilly breeze hits her skin, which sent shivers down her spine.

She felt a warm shawl wrapped around her petite form. She leaned on the person knowing very well it was none other than her husband.

"You were quite impressive today." He said nuzzling his face on her neck.

"Mai Bohot Kafa Hu Aapse Ayaan. You didn't believe me when I was saying that I was good at playing Carrom Board." She said pulling away from him and was about to go to their room.

"I am sorry. You never mentioned about it before." He curls his arm around her waist and pulls her towards him. He placed a kiss on her forehead which has her close her eyes, then he placed a kiss on both of her eyes and then on her nose and the corner of her lips.

Her cheeks started heating up. Seeing her features has soften and she wasn't angry anymore. His dimple smile appears on his face, which Zoya was quite a fan of.

A long comfortable silenced followed. As both of them in each other arms were staring at the sky filled with infinite shining stars.

"Kya Sochre Ho?" He asked her who was lost in her deep thoughts.

"Yahi Ki Kitna Lamba Arsa Ho Gaye Hai Na. It just felt like yesterday when I first met you, fell in love with you and married you."

"Sahi Kehre Ho Tum, Zoya. In this past few years, we made such beautiful and memorable memories which I would like to cherish till the day I die."

"Jaese Hamare Baccho Ke First Step, their first word and their first day at their schools."

"Unki Hasi aur Mastiyan." Zoya gasped, remembering something and turning around facing her husband. "Haaye Allah!!! Ayaan do you remember that incident when both of our kids almost baled Sameer's head?"

A loud laugh escapes Ayaan mouth, as he remembered that incident too. "Kaese Bhul Sakta Hu Main Woh Khofnaak Pal. Kitna Roya Tha Bechara Sameer."

Soon the atmosphere around them turned intense, as she could feel his intently gaze on her that the entire world around them seem to stop.

Zoya closed her eyes when his lips met the spot on her collarbone. He pressed a gentle kiss there.

His head was slightly down, he brings his mouth to her ear and in a whisper he says, "Even after all this year's, your beauty hasn't changed a bit. You look as ravishing as the day I first saw you."

A bright purple fireworks exploded across the sky upon them.

"I love you, Jaan." He uttered honestly, his captivating black orbs boring into hers.

"I love you too, Jaana."

The firework that display from their balcony carried on, lighting up the darkening sky. While the couple was lost in each other's eyes, the world around them doesn't seem to exist. It was just the both of them that they seem to care about.

Soon his lips descends on hers, sparking up her entire body.

Above them, the stars shone bright between silver-seeded drifts of cloud. Witnessing the chemistry between the two. They were in perfect sync. The stars were in awe seeing that true love still exits in this cruel world.

such a short word, yet it carries a huge emotion that other big words failed to carry.

Love isn't about intimacy, Love is about finding the one person who knows you better than yourself and made you realise how beautiful and perfect you are.

That's how Ayaan and Zoya story came to an end.

Assalamualaikum Everyone!!!

The story revolves around Arzoo, Saqib and Imran. So yes it's a Love Triangle kind of story.

THANKS FOR YOUR VOTE & SUPPORT!!

4.12.2021