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"...and than they lived happily ever after." Hoor said lovingly to her six years old son, Daniyal, who was interestingly listening to his favorite story.

"She was so strong Maa." He was just young by age, his brain would run at a speed of an adult.

"She was beta... she was..." Hoor lovingly adjusted her three years old daughter who slept half way through the story which she herself demanded.

"Mama? When will I meet my Beauty?" This story was too much for his six year old brain but he was persistent in listening.

"Soon beta. In sha allah. When you will be capable enough to handle her." Hoor said adjusting his duvet on him properly and kissing his forehead which he mirrored just like his father. Unknown to them he already met his Beauty who graciously wrapped everyone around her finger in just two days of her arrival.

He was about to ask another question when Hoor stopped him. "No more questions now. Next time we will continue this. Okay. Shabba khair." Saying she sat till he slept than switching off the lights exited their room.

"So gaye?" Zaydan asked as soon as she entered their bedroom.

"Ji so gaye. Story sunte hue." She said smilingly.

"They are obsessed with the story, aren't they?" Hoor just nodded keeping her head on his chest and closing her eyes tiredly.

Zaydan brushed her hairs with his hands making her smile and fall asleep eventually.

Life was a bliss for them.

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Hoor was running here and their preparing for an event. It was anniversary of Zaydan's friend. Although she hadn't met them but according to Zaydan they don't have time to decide the theme, only they want extraordinary event in red and black theme.

On their third wedding anniversary Zaydan gifted her, her own event managing company. No matter how much she denied, he was adamant. Their son Daniyal was an year old back than and now a twenty three year old handsome lad. They were blessed with a daughter three years after him.

Zaydan was with her althrough her journey, as promised. Sure their were some ups and downs in their life. But they were pass that phase now.

Coming to present, Zaydan was with her ordering servants around. She was confused. He never accompanied her on any event before. But today he wanted everything perfect. The event was to begin at midnight as it was anniversary.

"Zaydan." She called out to him. "Ap ghar jaye. Bhot time ho raha hai. Hamne hamara bag room me pack kar ke rakha hai. Ap le aiyega. Ham yaha hotel ke room me hi tayar ho jayege." Zaydan nodded at her wiping off her sweat from her forehead. In her mid forties she still had the audacity to take his heart away. And same goes for Hoor.

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Entering the mansion Zaydan was welcome with an utter silence. This was a rare case. Very rare case. Last time it happened when Shahana begum passed away after the birth of Anabia. It took atleast a month for them to recover from the shock.

He entered further inside but still saw no one. Shrugging his shoulder he was about to step towards his room when got startle on Ahmer's voice.

"Aaahhhhhhh...Bhaaaaiiiiii... bachaaaoooooo..." He came running and hid behind Zaydan. Safiya came fuming in anger with a rolling pin in her hand.

"Ahmer mai chodungi nahi apko..." she pounced on him but Zaydan caught her in time.

All the kids came rushing behind her with idiotic grin on their faces seeing them fighting while some of them were smudged with some batter.

"Chachiii. Chachiii. Chachiiii. Chachiii."

"Bua...buaa...buaa..."

All of them cheered for Safiya.

"Beghairton...party badal di." Ahmer peeked from behind of Zaydan.

"Ab kya kiya tumne Ahmer?" Zaydan tiredly asked.

"Bhaaaiiii...inhone...inhone...na...meri saari mehnat mitti me mila di. Mai subah se cupcake banane me lagi hui thi or inhone aakar bacho ke sath cake ke batter se fight start kardi." Safiya's eyes flowed with tears and she hugged Zaydan gaining his sympathy.

"Bhai mai to bas mazak kar raha tha. Mujhe kya pata tha wo cupcake ka batter hai?" Ahmer looked at his wife unbelievingly.

"Ahmer. Maafi maango." And everyone knew their wasn't any room for discussion.

"I am sorry Safii." He said lovingly making everyone to hoot at their personal display of affection.

Zaydan turned towards the kids, only in his eyes cause they were not at all kids anymore who were grinning at him. He saw one was absent from them.

"Daniyal kaha hai?" He asked.

"Daneen? Bhaijan kaha hai?" Haider's twin sons- Taukir and Tausif asked together and than shot a glare to one another. Daneen was the one who knew Daniyal's whereabouts everytime even though they don't talk anymore.

Azhar's only apple of eyes Daneen opened her mouth to say something but Fajar's only chand ka tukda-Dua beat her to it.

"Bade Baba, mai or Namira-Zunera jaldi chale jaye Badi Maa ke paas?" She asked taking her best friends name who was also twin and daughters of Hamza and Zara.

Zaydan nodded his head smiling at their love for Hoor and they sprinted away hurriedly to get ready.

He than turned towards others.

"Mamujan." Taha-Mirha's eldest son called out to him as soon as he saw Dua going. "Mai lekar chala jaunga wo tino ko." He said and ran outside. Tauqeer and Tausif followed him cause where ever was Namira and Zunera it was compulsary for them to be there. Both the pair of twins were totally sibling goals. And the boys being an year elder than the girls, were extremely possesive about them. They won't let any harm near their sisters except when they use to prank them.

Daneen again tried to say something but Shahmir said loudly. "Sahaan tum mere sath jaongi." He said with authorative tone making her blush. It wasn't hidden from anybody that Ali's son was in love with Ahmer's daughter and was immensly possesive of her.

Remained seven of them. Anabia of course can't live without her father so she will tag along him.

Mirha's youngest son Musa and Ahmed's son Yusuf were best friends so obviously they will go together. Yusuf's sister Nilofer will as usual tag along them to irritate Musa of course.

Zaydan looked at Daneen who was on verge of tears. She was Azhar's daughter and the most sensitive among all of them. Daniyal had a soft corner for her. He was the eldest among his cousins while she was youngest. Being youngest she was spoiled by everyone which includes all of them, specially Daniyal. They shared a different bond. She would share every little thing with him while he could just listen her ranting all day long. But since last year Daniyal began to ignore the poor soul making her heart break into million pieces.

"Kya hua gudiya? Ap ro kyu rahi hai?" Zaydan lovingly patted the seventeen year old's head. She was surely seventeen years old but being the youngest in the house have its own perks.

"Meri baat koi nahi sun raha." She cried hiding her face in Zaydan's chest.

"Bolo gudiya mai sun raha hu na. Or kon hai wo jisne meri gudiya ko ignore kiya? We will beat them together." Daneen laughed with her Bade baba.

"Bhaijan apne room me hai." She whispered in his ear as if it was a secret. Zaydan laughed at her cuteness. He even forgot that he asked for his son's whereabouts listening to his neices and nephews banter.

But only she knew how she refrained herself on uttering simething unusual to his father. It has been a year now that he has stopped talking to her. She couldn't take it. He was her only best friend, and he snatched away her best friend from her. Despite of him ignoring her she kept tabs on him as before. Thats when she started bonding with Anabia, his sister. And now they were sister goals.

"Acha jii? Apko program me nahi jana aj? Meri gudiya tayar kyu nahi hui abhi tak?" He asked back whispering, successful in diverting her attention unintentionally.

"Bia chalo hame tayar hona hai!" Exclaiming cutely she held Anabia's hand and went inside. They were best friends even after having the gap of three years between them.

"Ahad. Daniyal se kaho use jaldi jana hai mere sath." Zaydan turned to only left person in the living room and also his only sister's middle son. Ahad, Daniyal and Taha were friendship goals.

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Hoor opened the bag to get ready but got surprised to see another dress settled there instead of what she kept there. Confused as hell she dialled Zaydan's number.

"Zaydan ya kiska bag utha laye hai ap? Isme hamara dress hi nahi hai." She exclaimed as soon as he answered the call.

"Relax jaan. Wo apka hi dress hai. Mai laya hu apke liye. Or haa...call me before coming down I want to see you first." She blushed at his words and cut the call immediately.

What if it has been soo much years since their marriage? Their love bloomed more each passing day and night. She still blushes under his heated gaze. He still feels his heart beating fast whenever she smile at him taking his heart away every time.

Like they said, if it's love it's forever. In their case it was, "If it is love than they will be together till Jannah."

She got ready eagerly and was about to call him when she heard the door opening and he entered in all his glory. He was doing more than fair justice in black suit with red tie and red handkerchief tucked in his pocket with a rose pinned on his collor, looking extremely handsome even in his late fourties.

Same was the case with Zaydan. Like every time since he fell in love with this lady, she once again took his breath away. Exactly like he imagined her claded in red saree. She didn't tied her hijab yet so her hairs were flowing freely. She only wore a bracelet he gifted her as a wedding gift in her wrist.

"You are looking extremely beautiful darling." He cooed at her bringing her closer to himself and making her cheeks to flare with shyness. Circling her he hugged her back to his chest and guided her towards the mirror. Moving her hairs to her one shoulder he tied the new locket in her long slender neck making her gasp with surprise. It was red coloured heart shaped locket matching to her saree.

"Its beautiful." She whispered tracing her fingers on it.

"Not more than you." She just rolled her eyes on his statement.

"Why a sudden gift?" She asked turning around and keeping her hand on his collor.

"Do I need a reason to give my beautiful wife something?" He narrowed his eyes at her making her laugh.

"I think we should skip going downstairs." Zaydan suggested smirking at her.

"Kuch to sharam kare. Bache itne bade ho gaye hai hamare or ap hai ki..." she said faking an angry expression slapping his chest but her red cheeks gave away what she was hiding.

Zaydan laughed out loud. "Kyu? bache bade ho gaye to kya mera Ishq kam ho jayega? Or bacho ko kya pata ke room me kya ho raha hai?" He teasingly wiggled his eyebrow and her jaw dropped with shock at his statement.

"Bas kareeeee..." she screeched slapping on his chest again as he laughed out loud his infamous laugh throwing his head back.

"Okay. Okay. Lets go downstairs." Seeing her angry glare he surrendered himself.

After wrapping her hijab properly she checked herself in the mirror and turned around only to close her eyes in satisfaction as he took her lips in a kiss leaving her breathless with a shying mess.

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Looking like an extreme couple goals they entered the garden. Guests just started to come as the event was scheduled at twelve a.m. Hoor excitedly pulled Zaydan to show the decorations.

"See I kept their fountain...it is giving exquisite look to the event na? I have kept same near the backyard. Come here I will show you one thing...I have been planning to keep it in one of the events but the theme didn't matched but this one did and as I had to plan it by my own choice I decided to keep it..." saying she dragged him towards the entrance. "See here you have to write wishes for the couple. Each one will have to write while entering and stick it here. It is so exciting...isn't it?" Zaydan was just amusingly looking at his wife's excitement.

Nodding his head he let her dragged him towards the table where pen and cards were kept on the round table with two chairs. A rose flower wall was beside it in L-shape where you have to stick the wish card on it.

"Come...make them a wish." She pushed him on the chair and stood beside him peeking in his card to see what he is writing as he immediately hid away his card.

"Let me see na..." she whined like a kid but he was adamant on not showing her. They were behaving like kids in high school when in reality there children were beyond that stage.

Writing something on the card Zaydan stood up and taking the double tape pressed it on one of the rose. Hoor quickly came beside him to look what he had written when suddenly lights went off.

"Ya Allah...ye kya ho gaya? Hamne to sab thik kiya tha...light kaise chali gayi?" She was about to step forward to check the problem when Zaydan held her hand and pulled her closer. Their breath mingled. Hearts skipped a beat.

"Za...zay...zaydan...what are you doing let me go..." she wiggled in his grip but he held her in place.

Suddenly glitter and rose petals began to fall on them like a rain. Hoor looked up astonished, grin plastered on her face slowly. Zaydan's smile grew seeing her enjoying the moment.

Focus light was thrown on them making Hoor flinch with sudden light. Her expression changed to astonishment. She looked at Zaydan confused who only smiled at her.

He gestured her towards the first card he stuck at the rose wall for her to read.

"Together till Jannah...In sha Allah❤"

Hoor looked at him more confused. Zaydan smirked and leaned near her ear, at the exact moment a bell rang in the air indicating that the clock hit Twelve, he whispered...

"Happy 25th Anniversary Love." Hoor's eyes widened and his happiness doubled looking at her big shocked eyes.

This was the reason that he made her so busy from past week in her own event so that she won't remember this.

Their eyes twinkled with tears. They definitely had passed a long journey together. She couldn't hold herself back and hugged him tightly saying thank you with all her heart for accepting her with all her flaws, for bearing her all this years without any complain, for being the best husband anyone could ever asked for.

They pulled away when the oooohhhh's and aaaahhhhh's resonated the air and all the lights were turned on. Zaydan wiped her tear with his thumb before letting her go and turning towards his family who was hooting non stop at their public display of affection.

Daniyal and Anabia pushed the trolley with cake to them and waiters kept it on the table for cutting.

Both of them wished their parents with a hug.