" Anayah Taimoor Hassan!" Haya shouted as she stared at the white walls of her bedroom which weren't white anymore, but had some kind of abstract designs made all over them courtesy to their 3 year old daughter.

Anayah, Taimoor had named their daughter 'Anayah'. The moment he had held his tiny daughter in his hand, his eyes had sparkled with tears. Haya was never going to forget that moment. The Taimoor Hassan, cried when he held his daughter for the first time. That moment Haya knew , their daughter was going to have Taimoor wound around her tiny little fingers.

Blinking back the tears, he had looked up and said "Anayah Taimoor Hassan." It was a perfect name for their perfect little daughter. She indeed was their Anayah, Allah's grace. A naimat(blessing) . Taimoor had come up with the name as Haya was confused, there were some many names and making a decision was something Haya had always had difficulty with.

Anayah, who was a spitting image of Taimoor both in looks and in her behavior with her curly thick dark lashes, dark hair and even her frown .She furrowed her eyebrows like him when she thought about something that didn't made sense to her , when she got caught doing something against the rules, she would rub the back of her neck sheepishly like her dad. And most of all , she was possessive like Taimoor. Haya would never forget how Anayah lost it infront of everyone just because she held Mariyam and Shahmeer's son Hadi. When Haya, was wishing her children to take after Taimoor, she never meant inheriting his bossy, possessive attitude. It was supposed to be, his thick curly lashes, or jaw structure . The good looks ,ONLY.

Wasn't there this superstition that girls who take after their father's were lucky . In Haya's case it had proven to be damn right. Haya prayed the same for her daughter.

"What got you so worked up kitty?" Taimoor asked as he strolled inside the room not paying attention to anything except his wife who was fuming as she placed her hands on her hips, something she did when she was playing a strict parent.

"Your daughter! Look at these walls." She replied as she gestured towards the walls.

"I didn't know my princess was so into art. Is that a horse?" He asked looking pretty much interested in the drawings their 3-year-old had drawn on the wall .

"You are missing the point here Taimoor." She told him impatiently.

Looking at her, Taimoor wondered how motherhood changed her. It was like she was this whole different person with Anayah. Sometimes , he wondered if she had some kind of a switch in her which she only turned on when she was around Anayah . Motherhood does that to you. Doesn't it? Haya in front of him was the responsible and protective mother. Although she herself was clumsy, she had all the blunt corners of their home covered with foams just for their daughter.

"You need to relax. I really love what she did with the walls. Should we get her art supplies ?" His voice was filled with pride as he continued eyeing the wall hoping that maybe the rest of it would make sense to him too. Taimoor and Anayah were like that. She'd create a mess and he'd just wink at her letting her know that he had 'her mother' under control.

" Are you the same guy who used to hold my father's love against me ,complaining he spoiled me when he didn't even do half of what you are doing." She was really done with the father daughter duo, but just right now. The rest of the times she adored them. Their bond was so special and so pure. Seeing Taimoor, play a doting father with Anayah , made her love him more. Sometimes Haya found that notion strange, he was Anayah's father , obviously he was going to love her. But then she had always been strange.

"No, I am the guy whose named you moaned last night." He said giving her one of his smart ass reply.

"Wait , it was your name? Shittttt. I thought it was........" She couldn't complete the sentence as she was pinned to the nearest wall.

Haya was finding it hard to breathe. She had been married to him for years now and by now she should have gotten use to him and the close proximity. But no, everytime he came near her, her senses went out the door. Her heart-beat accelerated and she felt a zoo of butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

"What were you saying?" He was barely audible , but she heard him. His pupils were dilated with passion and fire. And she loved that possessive streak of his. It was a secret , she was going to take to her grave. She loved it when he got all cavemen on her or whenever he claimed her as 'his'. All the feminist would lose their shit on being claimed, but Haya loved every bit of it. She loved the sense of belonging that came with the claim.

"It ... I ... was...." She was stammering . And she hated that. She hated how she became powerless when it came to him. She hated how he could melt her insides with just a look , a gaze from his side. And she was gone. His eyes told her what he wanted to hear. 5 years of being married to him, she was able to read him like book.

"I talk way too much. I was just trying to get back to you, no need to go all cavemen on me! I love you. I always have , always will. I am yours . Only yours. Ab kush ?( Happy now) " She said as she pushed his chest to get away from him.

"Really Happy) Yes, you do talk alot ! But I love it." He grinned. "I love how much you talk," he said. "I really do.I love how you try to out smart me and fail.But never give up." Seeing her roll her eyes he amended "Most of the time. What I love most is when you're telling me how much you love me. "

Kissing her forehead he hugged her as he rested his head on the tops of hers. " Stop stressing out Haya. I have said that before and I'd say it again. You are perfect. Perfect wife to me and perfect mother to Anayah. I wouldn't have it any other way. Stop measuring yourself. I love how pure you are. Your kindness and your strength amazes me. I envy your ability of forgiving people . I look at Anayah and pray that may she grow into a strong woman like her mother . Just a little less clumsy." He added with a wink. Although by now he had made peace with her clumsiness since it made the Alpha in him feel more in control and dominant. It gave him a purpose. A duty as her protector , her knight. And he thoroughly enjoyed that.

"Stop burdening and pressurizing yourself. " He added before releasing her .

Haya stared at him with loss of words. The sincerity in his voice knocked the sense out of her. The funny thing was everytime she thought loving Taimoor more, wasn't humanly possible . He did or said something which made her fall more in love with him. Like right now!

How on Earth she had gotten so lucky was beyond her. Maybe it was her Nani's duas. For her Nani had always given her one dua ."Allah meri Haya ka bohat acha naseeb karay. Koi sonay ka sa ban k aye, meri soch aur meray zehan o guman say bhi behtar."( May my Haya have a great Naseeb. May she be blessed with a man made of gold , so much better than our expectations and imagination.) Haya at that time used to complain why she always got the naseebs dua , while Hasaan her brother got duas for success and rizq. Thinking about it right now , Haya was glad that her Nani's stuck to the naseeb dua.

It was a marvel how Taimoor understood her more than she did herself. Yes, she had been overtaxing herself with her self doubts . She had those insecurity which hit her now and then. That feeling of not being good enough. She wanted to be best for both of them. Looking at him , she smiled as the tears sparkled in her eyes. Throwing her self in his arms again she clung to him.

"If anyone here is perfect, that is you." She whispered her voice was thick with emotions, her heart not in her control.

"I'd really love to have that in written.Or wait! Let me record. Repeat so the next time you yell at me for being self absorbed and vain, I can play the recording." He replied as he clasped her to him and spun her around while she laughed. Resting her head against him , she took a content sigh.

"Baba ! Me too ." A soft voice demanded as Anayah, covered in lipsticks which she had used to paint the walls rushed into the room with. "Me too!" , she said before giving a shy glance towards Haya. In enthusiasm , completely forgetting that she had been hiding from her mother after ruining her makeup and of course the wall.

When he set her down, dizziness washed over Haya, lightening her head while her heart filled with overwhelming gratitude and the feeling of thankfulness. Her cheeks were red. Tears streaked her face again as she watched Taimoor pick up their daughter and hold her close. He spun her while she smiled warmly at him. Her smile , which was the only thing Anayah had inherited from Haya.

Tahira Hassan watched her son and his family from the door which he had left open. Smiling she thanked Allah. When nobody had seen it , she had. Haya was meant for her son all along and she was glad that Taimoor had stepped in when he had. "MashAllah" she whispered which was followed by an "Alhumdilah" .

Some days, Haya's insecurities kicked in and she found herself wondering what would have happened if her father hadn't forced her to get married to Salman? Would Taimoor still had seized the opportunity? Would they be married ? Taimoor had claimed that he would have married her anyway, but Haya had her doubts.And Taimoor being Taimoor helped her get over her insecurities and doubts.

"I can control my destiny, but not my fate. Destiny means there are opportunities to turn right or left, but fate is a one-way street. I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfil our destiny, but our fate is sealed."- Paulo Coelho had said.

And like Paulo Coelho had said , Taimoor was written in her fate. It was meant to happen. One way or the other she would have found her way to him. People always say ,"Allah is kind" but Haya had experienced His kindness.She had felt it with massive intensity. For Allah had rescued her and blessed her with Taimoor. Who had been right in front of her but she had been too oblivious to him.

"Allah know what is best for you and when it is best you have it" It was a hadis , Haya had began firmly believing in. Taimoor was the best for her. They had their share of arguments and moments when he acted like controlling jerk and she like an over dramatic, sensitive handle with care kind of fragile mess. But they sorted things out. At the end of the day Haya was thankful ,really really thankful for him ,their daughter and the children which she was going to have in future.

Sometimes the person you consider so wrong is just the right one for you.

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