Dread grouped Maria's heart, but she tried not to take it too seriously, knowing Osama overreacts over everything, and drawing conclusions without telling Noor was useless, as it would do nothing but worry her unnecessarily, which wasn't good for the little life growing inside her.

Noor and the little baby were her top most priority, not Osama's useless banter. She knew he was just teasing her, nothing else.

"Aisa kuch nahi hai Osama. Noor will be fine."

(It's nothing like that Osama.)

Dismissing negative thoughts she smiled patting Osama's forearm, eying her husband's form who was engaged in a serious conversation with Hassan, unlike other family members who were celebrating the news of her pregnancy.

"But still she is possesive for you. Har waqt mama mama karti rehti hai. Chamchi hai wo tumhari."

(She rants about you evertime.)

Osama on the other hand was hell bent to prove his point, feeling offended with her dismissing his 'intelligent opinion' which was not so intelligent and obvious to each and every family member.

Everyone knew how much little Noorie was possesive for her mama.

"Why are you getting jealous with my daughter Osama ? She is nothing like that."

She got irritated with Osama's comment taking it in a negative sense. She thought he was make fun of her daughter labeling her as a 'Mama's girl'. Well Noor was a Mama's girl but that was something her mama adored, not the other way around.

"Acha I'll-"

Osama again opened his mouth to argue with her who was all set to beat him getting irritated with him but before he could speak, Mustafa walked towards them, taking a look at his wife who had an irritated look etched over her face.

"What are you two doing ?"

Hearing her husband Maria quickly hid her scowl not having the energy to deal with the inner alpha of his, who would not hesitate to unleash itself hearing Osama's nonsense.

"Ahh!! Kuch bhi nahi bhaai. Just talking."

(Nothing brother.)

Osama answered politely, giving a wierd smile to his Mustafa bhaai, praying for him to let off the topic knowing he'll whack him brutally, if his wife complains about his poor 'angelic self' to him.

Not paying heed to his answer, Mustafa turned towards his wife, eyebrows raised in a questioning manner asking her for confirmation over Osama's answer to which she gave him a small smile, making Osama sigh in relief, thanking her who was busy admiring her handsome husband.

She had definitely started to admire her husband a lot more nowdays. Maybe because he appeared to look more handsome than before or maybe because he was her halal, who was exclusively hers, no one else's.

But that was something she thought was wierd and would definitely scare Mustafa if he gets to know about her creepy behavior.

So, there was only one thing which could be done and that was maintain distance from him, which seemed impossible with his possessiveness and her creepy heart.

"Come on. Let's feed you something."

But no matter how much she tried to run away, he always found a way to pull her back to him just like now, as she found him holding her waist pulling her towards the dinning table for breakfast.

Calm down stupid heart. He is only holding my waist.

Scolding her heart she tried removing his hand from her waist watching Osama smirking from the corner of her eyes, adding more to her misery.

Why can't the man walking beside her give her poor heart a little break which had started to beat wildly with his mere touch ?

She was definitely going insane because of Mustafa Ahwaan.

"I can walk Mustafa. I am fine."

"Chup bilkul."

(Keep quiet.)

Glaring at her small form, Mustafa held her more firmly, warning her to shut, having enough of shy nature.

They were married for god's sake.

"Par-"

(But.)

"Biwi chup."

Keeping his finger over her mouth, he glared at her who was stopping him from caring for her and their baby. He wanted to spoil her and fulfill her every wish, wanting to redeem his past actions but she was not letting him, annoying him to the core.

Pulling out a chair for her, he waited for her to sit before settling himself down on the chair beside her, picking her plate ready to fill it with paratha and omlette, making her gasp with his actions, turning everyone's gaze over herself.

"I can serve myself-"

Maria whispered, trying to take a hold of her plate from Mustafa, feeling her cheeks going warm with everyone's teasing gaze, when dado stopped her, giving an encouraging nod to Mustafa who happily settled breakfast on her plate.

"Let him do it beta."

"Yeah and ask him to feed you too which I know he'll gladly do."

It was as if dado was not enough, Osama tried to tease her too telling her to ask his brother to feed her as well, but obviously due to his brother's fear he wasn't loud, his words only meant to be audible for Maria.

"Osama..."

She turned her head to threaten him with Mustafa's name, when her little angel decided to appear, making her put an end to whatever she was speaking and look towards her who was making her way towards her.

"Mama-"

"Aa gayi mama ki chamchi."

Osama mumbled, grinning at Noor who was running towards her mother with a bright smile and open arms, ready to embrace her.

"Mashallah my Noorie is looking so beautiful."

Getting up Maria, sat down settling herself on her knees reaching Noor's height, finding herself caressing her cheeks, before kissing them and praise her beauty.

"No, my mama is mole beauty."

But Noor being Noor, shook her head poking her mother's dimple on her right cheek, pouting cutely at her, calling her more beautiful.

Her mama was most beautiful, even more than herself.

"Its called beautiful Noorie."

Maria smiled correcting her daughter, pulling her nose, making her nod and giggle at the same time, resting her eyes on the shiny gold chain on her neck, blocking everyone sitting on the table even her baba, her attention solely focused over her mama.

"Noorie-"

Patting cheeks of her daughter Maria brought her back from her trance, taking a hold of her small hand which was playing with her chain to kiss it softly, asking her to eat her breakfast.

"Come I'll feed you meri jaan."

Standing up carefully she passed her hand towards Noor's direction which she denied and instead stretched her arms, asking her to pick her up making Maria gulp nervously and look towards Mustafa's direction for help, who immediately stood up to carry Noor in his arms, before she starts fussing about it.

"How is my princess doing ?"

Picking up Noor in his arms, Mustafa tried distracting her attention from her mother to himself, but all she gave him was a small smile before stretching her arms towards her mama who was walking behind them.

"Baba leave. Noor wants mama."

Her words fell on deaf ears, as it was too risky for her mother to comply to her demand and passed her an apologetic smile, heart heart feeling guilty watching the look on Noor's face which showed the yearning to be held by her mother.

"Baba!! Baba!! Leave."

"Okay. Go to her."

It was finally when Maria sat on her seat, Mustafa placed Noorie on her lap who was wriggling in his arms to get out of his hold. He couldn't believe his little birdie was able to charm his little princess so well that she forgot about her baba, but then he couldn't complain when he himself was smitten by her.

"Noorie you made baba sad. Now give him your magic kissy."

Watching Mustafa sit quietly beside her, Maria quietly whispered Noor to kiss her baba's cheeks, who was apparently appearing to be offended with her behaviour.

"Baba-"

Noor being a good girl felt bad for her baba and decided to give him her magic kiss to lift his mood and see him smile, just like she was smiling in the arms of her mama.

"I am sorry."

Pouting she kissed his cheeks, holding her ears making Mustafa smile and kiss her forehead in return.

"It's okay princess. Now eat your breakfast."

Ruffling her hair, Mustafa asked his daughter to eat her breakfast making her nod and open her mouth waiting for her mother to feed her, when Osama decided to tease her.

"Where is aachu's kissi Noorie ?"

Mimicking Noor's voice Osama pouted, tapping his cheeks asking Noor for his share of kiss which Noor obviously denied trying to control her giggles watching her aachu's sad face.

"No kissi for aachu."

"Plweaase Noorie. Just one kissi."

Osama pleaded trying to imitate a baby which failed miserably, making him sound like a high pitched duck who forget the squack.

"N-no aachu."

Holding her mother tightly Noor tried to hide herself inside her to save herself from her aachu, knowing he'll tickle her and get his kissi if she denies him but Osama shocked her with his answer turning her red in anger hearing him.

Osama words didn't affected Noor but her baba too who was glaring at his brother for daring to speak those words from his mouth but Maria on the other hand was enjoying their banter just like the whole family including Hassan who was witnessing his daughter's possesiveness for her mother, making him chuckle at her.

She was his daughter biologically but had definitely turned like his older brother in possessiveness department.

"Okay then I'll take it from your mama."

Grinning Osama turned his face towards Maria when he saw Noor shielding her from him, pointing her small finger at him, trying her best to push him away from her mama.

"NO!! Ye Noorie ki mama hai. Aap apni mama se lo kissi."

(She is Noor's mama. Take kiss from your mother.)

"Why ? If Noorie is not giving me any kissi, then her good mama will give me one."

Answering her back Osama tried to hold her hand when Noor screamed inside his ear, making him wince and sit back at his place, rubbing his ear which nearly got damaged by the little devil.

"NO! Meli mama se door raho aachu."

(Stay away from my mama aachu.)

"But Noorie my mama and baba is angry with me, so you have to share yours with me."

This time Osama tried to fake tears, softening Noor's heart making him smile inwardly watching her, but her answer not only shocked him but everyone who couldn't control their laughter hearing her, except Mustafa who was too speechless hearing her.

"Take baba but no mama."

She was ready to sacrifice her pyaare baba but didn't had the heart to share her mama.

Mama was too precious to be shared with anyone. And Osama aachu was not that lucky to let Noor share her precious mama with him.

"WHAT!! Noorie ?"

Turning his daughter's face towards himself, Mustafa looked at her for explanation, making her reply him innocently, rendering him speechless with her answer.

"You said shale. So, I shale you with aachu. Otay ?"

He didn't knew what to feel. His daughter was trading him off to his idiot brother to save her mama who was kissing her cheeks chuckling at her brilliant answer, giving him a pitiful look.

I'll see you later jaani. Sab cheezon ka badla lunga.

"But I want your mama too Noorie."

Having a good laugh at his poor brother Osama composed himself, asking Noor for her mama too but she was having none of it.

She was only ready to share her baba, not mama.

"Aachu no mama, only baba."

"A little bit Noorie."

Matching her pout Osama requested, watching Noor ignoring him this time.

"Mama food."

"Please Noorie."

"NO!"

"Pl-"

Taking a hold of her hand Osama tried again when she lost her calm ready to scratch his face, when her mother pulled her towards herself, rubbing her back to calm her down.

"NO!NO!NO!"

And then she started wailing loudly hiding inside her mama's chest, clutching her tightly.

"Keep you mama with yourself Noor. I don't want her."

Seeing Noor cry Osama stopped teasing her, telling her to keep her mother to herself, recieving glares from everyone, including Maria to which he smiled sheepishly before running towards his room to save himself.

Osama's words didn't affected Noor as she kept crying waiting for confirmation from her mama. She wanted her mama to tell her she was only hers, no one else's.

"Shhh!! Rona bad karein Noorie. Mama is yours meri jaan."

(Stop crying Noor. Mama is yours my life.)

Caressing her soft curls Maria whispered, replacing Noor's cries with ray of hope and happiness.

"Sachi ?"

(Is it true ?)

Wiping her tears with her small hands Noor asked, her innocent gaze fixed over her mother who was her world, the only person along with her baba whom she was depended on.

"Ji meri jaan. Now please have your breakfast."

(Yes, my life.)

Even with the twirl of emotions inside herself Maria calmly replied Noor, kissing her forehead, resting her other hand over her abdomen to caress the baby, feeling scared of its big sister's reaction on its existence.

Her heart was filled with dread watching Noor's reaction on the thought of sharing her.

Was Osama right when he asked her to be careful ? Will Noor accept the baby or not ?

"Maria..."

"Huh.."

She came back to her senses when Mustafa took the hold of the same hand she had rested upon her abdomen. Raising eyebrows he asked her about the tensed look which she swatted away giving him a small smile, busying herself feeding Noor.

"Give her to me. I'll feed her."

Seeing her not meeting eyes with him Mustafa knew something was disturbing her and that was when he asked her to give Noor to him, so that he could keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't leave food, well aware of her old habit of neglecting food when tensed.

"She is my baby. Let me take care of her."

Dismissing Mustafa, she kept feeding Noor who was enjoying eating with her hands, making her heart feel content watching smile on her baby girls face. Her face brightened up automatically watching Noor smile.

This was what she lived for, her child's happiness. Her Noorie's happiness.

"Our baby girl jaani. Our baby girl."

Seeing his wife smile Mustafa felt content too, letting go of the idea to take Noor from her, but he couldn't let go of his wife claiming Noor to be her daughter only.

He was a very possesive man when it came to women of his life.

"Don't talk baba."

Watching her baba trying to take away all the attention of her mama, Noor scolded him reminding him of the table manners he taught her, making Mustafa smile at his little girl proudly, unaware of her real motives.

"Mama bas."

Eating without any interruption Noor finished her breakfast and smiled at her showing her mother little pair of her pearly whites, asking her to stop feeding her, ready to flee away.

"Noorie...."

Watching Noor's expressions Maria held her hand, raising her eyebrow to which Noor softly whacked her forehead, remembering to thank Allah for the meal just like her mama taught her.

"Allah shukar."

Thanking Allah, she kissed her parents on the cheeks before fleeing away to play with her barbie doll, leaving her mother tensed.

•

They were currently sitting on the chairs waiting outside the ultrasound room to have a look at the baby but unlike Mustafa, Maria's face was blank, devoid of any emotion.

"Where are you lost ? Is everything fine ?"

Watching her condition Mustafa rubbed her back questioning her, waiting for her reply.

"It's nothing to bother about-"

Fidgeting with her fingers she answered looking down, not having the courage to look in Mustafa's eyes and expose herself.

"I want to know everything which is troubling you. EVERYTHING!"

Holding her hand Mustafa tapped her wrist, demanding her to tell him everything. His tone was stern, eyes cold sending shivers down her body. He was serious, deadly serious and she knew wife or not, she would be facing his wrath if she doesn't open her mouth.

But before she could speak the nurse appeared stopping Mustafa from scolding her more.

"Sir everything's ready."

"Okay. We are coming."

Giving a nod to the nurse, he held Maria's hand opening the door of the ultrasound room, leading her in.

"Where's the doctor ?"

Seeing Mustafa checking the working of the machines Maria casually asked, settling herself on the bed, forgetting about the depressing thoughts which had evaded her mind earlier.

She was excited to meet her baby.

"In front of you ma'am."

Turning around Mustafa grinned bowing in front of her, too excited to meet his baby for the first time just like her. He was so happy that he forgot that he was scolding her a few moments ago.

"What!! But-"

Stunned, she protested when Mustafa softly helped her to lie on the bed, opening the lid of the cold gel which was to be applied over her abdomen.

"Lift your shirt."

"NO! Call a doctor. A proper one."

He held the hem of her shirt when he saw her swatting his hand away, sitting up, asking him to call a proper doctor, making him chuckle loudly at her antics.

"Are you seriously kidding me jaani ? I am a doctor, one of the best one in the country to be precise and here you are requesting for a 'proper one'. I can't believe you."

He didn't knew whether to take her words as a joke or an insult. She was basically asking him for an another doctor when he was counted as one of best gynecologists in the whole country. He couldn't believe his own wife was not trusting him with their baby when people died to have him as their doctor.

"I don't want you to be my doctor."

Maria answered seriously watching Mustafa's smile turn into a frown but decided to go on and make him understand her perspective.

"I just want you to be my husband for now, not my doctor because I want you to sit back with me, relax yourself and feel everything. I want you to behave like a normal man for once, cause I know as soon as you put that coat on you'll be Dr. Mir Mustafa Ahwaan, not my husband. I want my Mustafa with me, not Dr. Ahwaan."

At the end she rolled her eyes at the mention of Dr. Ahwaan. She knew he won't be able to enjoy his share of fatherhood if he decided to be her doctor. She didn't needed one of the country's best gynecologist with her, she needed her husband with her who was the best father in the whole world.

"What! Say something ?"

Expecting him to say something at the end, she waited but nothing came and that was when she slapped his shoulder jerking him off his la la land and watch him giving her a blank look; again.

"Okay, but I will be heading your case and I don't want any arguments on that."

This time she was about to pinch his arm mercilessly, when he decided to speak, agreeing with her on the condition to head her case and turned to leave, making her hold his hand, confused seeing his actions.

"Okay. But where are you going now ?"