“ jab kabhi dil yun hi bhar saa jaaye

uss pal teri zulfon ke daman chhu jaunga mai ”

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"Zoha."

"Zoha."

"Zoha."

Zoha was sleeping on her bed, her hairs spreading on the pillows like a spider's web and her mouth was open. She was in her most raw and truest form. A smile made its way to his face and he felt at peace looking at her. He took her wrist in his hands and touching her bangles lightly, he leaned on her, his lips touching her temples with a calm deep and hoarse voice he whispered in her ear "zoha" she flinched, thinking its one of her dreams again. She opened her eyes lightly and for a moment it shooked her, he was sitting in front of her.

Zoha couldn't believe she was seeing him after six months painful wait, her patience didn't go waste he was here, right beside her. She got up instantly hugging him tightly, she ruffled his hairs. Her palm was still caressing his jawline, she couldn't believe he was here. She hugged him tightly again and tears started flowing from her eyes. Her eyes were red, so were here bare face. She was looking like an angel.

"Mustafa."

Zoha's voice was breaking and pleading, like she wanted him to assure her he wouldn't go away.

"I'm here always by your side Zoha."

Mustafa hugged her, he bent down kissing her forehead. Zoha was shivering in his hold and he was consoling her, this stress wasn't better for her.

"Zoha, stop crying. Please jaan." He shushed her.

"Mustafa. Promise me you will never leave me again." Zoha clenched his shirt into her little fists. She was holding on to him, like he would disappear any moment.

"I'm always here Zoha."

Mustafa kissed her forehead and hugged her more tightly.

Zoha looked at him and Saw his face, his face was beaming with a different kind of Peace, she didn't understand why he was looking so different and at peace. She hugged him even more tightly, kissing his face like a madwoman.

"Zoha stop it, you're too heavy."

Mustafa made fun of her heavily pregnant figure, it was her last month of pregnancy, she was extremely happy and sad at the same time. Because Mustafa, her husband, her love, father of her unborn child wasn't by her side. And now she was extremely happy, Mustafa was back from his duty and he will be their for her, when she will give birth to their baby, the child who was a result of their love and happiness.

"I'm not heavy. You shouldn't have gone Mustafa. You don't know how much I've missed you."

She sniffed, playing with the buttons of his uniform and tracing her fingertips on his batch, where Major Mustafa Ali was written. She always felt like his duty was his second wife and he loves his second wife more than her. But now she was feeling happy, that Mustafa has comeback to her leaving everything aside, his beloved duty too.

"I missed you too. Especially your hairs." Mustafa was holding a strand of her hair in his thumb, he was being playful and a blush spread around Zoha's cheeks. She pushed him away lightly and sat on her knees in front of him.

"You didn't missed Baby B or Baby G."

Zoha was signalling towards her heavily pregnant stomach. Mustafa laughed and They both were lost into that Euphoria. Mustafa caressed her belly and a drop of Tear fall from his eyes, that didn't go unnoticed by Zoha. She was shocked to see him like this, he hadn't cried ever in his life as far as she Knows him,he was a tough guy. Zoha Placed her hands on his and now both of them were tracing her heavily pregnant belly in circles.

"Mustafa has something happened?"

Zoha wiped away the tear, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Promise me Zoha. You will be a great mother to our child. You will teach them to walk on the right path, no matter what hurdles come in their away. Tell them never to lose hope and Always put their whole faith in Allah SWT. Tell them Zoha, Baba loves Him."

Zoha couldn't understand what he was saying, and her whole body went froze when she was trying to understand it. She didn't Wanted to understand anything. Mustafa was now smiling but Theirs an Ocean of unshedded tears, that he was holding back.

"Mustafa."

Zoha whispered his name in desperate voice. She was trying to hold his hands, to touch him but he was fading away from her eyesight.

"I will Always Love You Zoha. I'm always here just feel me."

Mustafa caressed her cheeks and wiped away her tears.

He was smiling.

She was crying.

He was gone.

She was still here.

"Mustafa. You promised me you'll never leave me."

She shouted on top of her lungs and her breathe fanned, she fall on the bed loosing her senses.

"Zoha."

"Zoha."

"Zoha."

Zoha woke up from her sleep and saw her Ammi, her Mother-in-law and Sister-in-law standing by her bedside. They all are crying and trying to console each other. she didn't understand what is going on. Her mother hugged her tightly and pecked her forehead.

"Ammi."

Zoha was looking at them with puzzled eyes.

"Mustafa.....Mustafa Shahid ho gaya.... Baramulla mai....aaj subah terrorist attack mai...."

Zoha's Mother couldn't even speak another Word. How could she told her daughter that her life has been destroyed and now she was a widow.

Zoha pushed away her mother and started running outside. She didn't even cared that she's pregnant and this may cause her pain, she just ran, away from those horrific cries and painful words. She stopped infront of a coffin that was laying in Their living room, alot of people were gathered around, most of them were in army uniforms and they all were standing Their bowing their heads in respect.

Zoha rushed towards the coffin and Saw Mustafa's face. He was looking extremely painfully beautiful and at peace. Zoha touched his face and started slapping his cheeks lightly, she thought he would woke up, but he didn't.

"Mustafa wake up. Mustafa you promised me you'll never leave me alone."

"Mustafa."

"Mustafa."

"Mus...tafa..."

Zoha fell on the ground and her body was laying in parallel to Mustafa. She was feeling at peace. She was holding her breathe back, she want to join Mustafa in the afterlife. But this is not her time, a voice in her head, bring her back to her senses.

"You have to live for Him, Zoha."

Zoha looked around her surrounding. She was laying on a mattress and she can smell, the fragrance of roses. Her eyes were now wide open, a pain strike in her lower region, she was feeling extremely tired and stressed.

"Zoha baccha aaram se."

"Ammi. Mustafa."

Zoha was on the verge of crying again, but a little and sharp voice of weeping brought her back and she saw a little baby wrapped up in white clothes laying besides her on the bed. She looked at her mother, as if she wanted an affirmation.

"This is your son."

Her Ammi smiled brightly and kissed her forehead. She took her baby in her arms, kissing his little fingers and his chubby cheeks. And the moment she saw in his eyes her world stopped. His eyes were hazel green, like Mustafa's. A painful smile fall on her face and she hugged her son even more tightly.

Zoha's eyes were blinking with tears of happiness, she closed her eyes and felt an unknown warmth brush pass her body. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Mustafa sitting in front of her, he was caressing their son's head, he leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"You lied Mustafa."

Zoha whispered in a broken tone.

"We all had to go back, Zoha."

Mustafa smiled brokenly and holding her palm in his, "Promise me Zoha, you will live life to the fullest. And if you ever find someone worthy of you, don't be afraid and marry ag...."

Before Mustafa could complete his sentence, Zoha placed her hands on his mouth.

"You're my One and Only Mustafa. I've loved only one man with all my heart Major Mustafa Ali. My son is enough for me."

Mustafa smiled and kissed her forehead. He knew how much she loves him, even in death she chose Mustafa above all.

"Mustafa will you always come, whenever i will remember you?"

Zoha asked in a childlike voice.

"I will."

Mustafa caressed her cheeks and looking one last time at her and their son. He disappeared into thin air.

"Zoha."

"Ammi jaan."

Zoha opened her eyes when she heard her mother's constant rumbling. She was hugging her son, who was looking at her with his big Hazel green eyes.

"Muzammil Mustafa Ali."

Zoha whispered lightly and Muzammil, her son, smiled. Muzammil Mustafa Ali liked his name.

Zoha was smiling. She have to live her life, For her son and For Mustafa.

"I will Always love You Mustafa."

"I'm always here, Zoha."

The End.

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