Six years of blessing being peerlessly perfect. A tale that is called peerless perfection because it is.

For Asfandyaar and Zubab, it was hard in the beginning but as life passed they broke all the shackles that came their way. They were blessed with a five years old daughter, Azizah Asfandyaar Shah.

Azizah is everyone's favourite, especially Moosa's. He protects her more than Asfandyaar and Zubab. Azeem and Maham do meet with them at times when Asfandyaar invites him to his villa for dinner because he now understands that her mother wouldn't ever want him to hold such a huge grudge against his father though he had wronged her in many ways but that doesn't mean that he would shift back to the mansion. There are certain times when Azizah visits the Shah mansion with Asfandyaar and Zubab for royal meetings and a bunch of parties and celebrations at The Shah Mansion.

Moosa is an all rounder cricketer now. He is world class more popular than he had ever been because of his talent now. He didn't want to use royal power to achieve what he wanted. He took it from the lowest place to start and here he was, more famous for being a cricketer than a royal heir.

Asfandyaar rolled his eyes at the sound of the door opening. He knew who it was. Moosa.

"Bhai, I told you. I told you I would win it this time."

He turns around to look at him. Happiness is beautifully drawn out in Moosa's eyes. Moosa could easily buy it with one order but he loves it when Asfandyaar orders it for him. It makes him feel that he is still a kid.

"Ab kya?"

(Now what?)

Moosa and Azizah laughed, noticing how Asfandyaar closed his eyes and regretted putting up the challenge. It was basically a challenge put up by him that if Moosa wins in the arm wrestle, Asfandyaar would order brownies for Azizah and Moosa.

"Order it, Bhai. You lost." Moosa took Azizah in his arms and walked towards the couch. Settled her on the couch and sat beside her. "Just wait a few minutes, bro. The brownies would be at the door within a few minutes."

"Yes bro. We will eat them together." She looked at Asfandyaar who was ordering the brownies on his phone and looked back at Moosa and started whispering, "Seems like Dad won't have it."

"I can hear that, princess."

She bite her lips as her eyes bulge out a little in shock that her father can hear her whisper.

"Was I loud, bro?" She asks Moosa. He shook his head. "You just have the power to make the voice audible enough, bro."

"Ohhh." She nods slowly and sits straight. "I guess Dad knows my power." Asfandyaar looked at both of them amused.

"What type of a conversation was that?"

"It was a chachu-niece conversation. A little mad but that's how it needs to be."

Zubab enters the hall with a tray of tea and fresh serving of samosas and pakoras. Moosa and Azizah hopped into it as they got each half plate and started eating.

"Your manager advised not to eat oily things, Moosa." Asfandyaar smirked this time, recording Moosa eating it. "Should I leak it or send it to him?"

Moosa stared at him, tense. "If I leak it and you lose the match that is scheduled after a week. You are gonna get so much hate." He paused and laughed. "Bro."

"It's alright. My fans know my worth so it is not really that important." He takes a bite of samosa and looks back at Asfandyaar. "Though my manager would make an issue." He cried. Zubab and Azizah laughed.

"Don't worry about it, Moosa. Asfand won't send it." Zuban says. "Why wouldn't I, jaan?" Asfandyaar questioned.

"You cannot see your brother in trouble." Azizah and Zubab said together. Probably they had told it so many times that they were used to it. Moosa and Asfandyaar both record videos of each other and don't post anything except Moosa does sometimes which are funny one's not an issue recordings.

"When are you planning to get married, Moosa? Dad is tired of asking me to tell you that you should get married." Asfandyaar begins.

"I am just 25, Bhai! I told him already that I'll get married once I turn 28."

"Talk it out with Dad, Asfand. He is young for it." Zubab says. Asfandyaar sighed, looking at him as he sipped his tea."I'll try. He just wants to see you settled. Is it because of Taniah, Moosa?"

"No, Bhai. I just want to get married when I am 28. I will one day. By the way, the samosas are amazing, bhabhi!"

"Thank you, Moosa." Zubab nodded.

Soon after it, Moosa left for the Shah mansion and the evening sun settled and it was almost six.

"What are you doing?" Asfandyaar asked as soon as he entered their room after changing into his suit from the closet. Azizah sleeping in the bed cooed up in the blanket. Zubab turns towards him and smiles. "I was taking the reports of the patients I took home last night. I need to go for my shift within an hour now."

"When is Pia coming?"

Pia is Azizah's nanny who looks after her when Asfandyaar and Zubab are on their duties. "She will come within half an hour."

"I need to go sightseeing and then have meetings lined up till ten." Zubab holds his hand and says, "You need to stop overworking."

"I am not," he smiles. "I know you are worried for Moosa. He is fine, Asfand."

"He is faking it, Jaan. I know him. The moment Taniah left him, we lost his true self. Having a selfish father and traitor mother, his life is tougher than mine has ever been. I am aware he is waiting for her but it has been six years. We have no idea where she is."

He sighed. She held him tighter, "He will learn as time passes. Not every first love is true love."

"You are right."

Pia, Azizah's nanny, is a twenty nine year old lady. She came to the villa. Asfandyaar and Zubab departed for work. Pia was hired after a lot of background research and cameras were installed in Azizah's room and the entire house except for Asfandyaar and Zubab's room.

At the end of the day, Zubab walked outside her cabin to depart for home. She saw a lady she knew, she had seen her somewhere.

Tahmina Jaffar.

She inhaled as soon as she realised who she was. Tahmina had gained more fame these years through Syeré and her anchoring. Zubab walks towards her and calls her. Tahmina turns towards Zubab in a minute and smiles at her.

"How have you been?" Tahmina asks. "Good. What about you, Tahmina?"

"Perfect."

There was silence but Tahmina soon broke it, "I hope your life is well now. For me, it was hard earlier after he left but things are fine now."

"I knew you were strong enough to grow out of him." Zubab holds her hand. Tahmina begins smiling. "Yes, Initially it was tough. He was the sweetest guy I had ever met. It turned out that he was a monster in disguise. I am glad I grew out of him now."

"Why here?" Zubab asks.

"Just a regular check up. Couldn't come in the daytime. I am almost done."

A little later, Tahmina's smile dropped, slowly. "He completed his time in prison and is out now. His mother is still there though as it is life imprisonment for murder of Lily Martinez."

"I am sure he realised how huge his deeds were. I am sure of it. I hope he doesn't bump into our life anymore."

Tahmina nods slowly. "I hope as well and he won't though. Because I heard he shifted to another place and isn't in Delhi anymore."

"Glad. Okay Tahmina. I am getting late, will see you then," Zubab bids her good-bye and walks out of the hospital. She enters the villa after her driver and guards accompany her with two cars. Nothing could change the royal rules and principles. They needed to abide by them.

Azizah engulfs her in a hug as soon as she sees Zuban entering. The clock hit eight. She didn't have many patients today as it was Saturday night.

"You came home early today."

"Yes, just for my rasmalai!"

She giggled displaying her small bunny teeth which only Moosa had in their family. "Where is Pia?"

"She is making hot chocolate for me in the kitchen." Zubab raises her eyebrows. "I was craving it, Mummy please! I was requesting it so much from Pia Maasi. She said no because I had it the day before yesterday as well but I don't why I want more."

"Today's the last, Azizah. You'll eat it next month. It's not good for your health."

"It's all because of her chachu. Moosa got her addicted to hot chocolate like he is addicted to brownies." Pia came to the hall with a bowl of hot chocolate. "You are right!"

She passed it to Azizah. Zubab asked, "Homework done, Azi?"

"Yupp," she nodded, dangling her pony.

"You can take your leave, Pia. Also make sure you stay home and rest tomorrow. It's Sunday, so no work."

She smiles at Zubab and leaves soon after. By the time Asfandyaar arrives Azizah has slept. Zubab was waiting for him. She had slept on the couch waiting.

Asfandyaar stares at her for a while. She is still that bold and beautiful lady for her. Fearless who spat on his face that she doesn't need a job that doesn't respect her as a doctor. No one disrespected him the way she did but now no one has her respect for him more than her.

She stirs in her sleep and opens her eyes in a jerk remembering the fact that she was waiting. Her lips stretch into a smile the moment she realises that it is him sitting and staring at her.

"How many minutes?"

"6 maybe," he answers.

"How many times is this one now?"

"87th."

"What did you see?"

"You were enjoying the depths of sleep. I was enjoying the depth of your beauty."

She blushes. He smiles.

"You always know that I'll appraise you still ask," he teases. "You always stare at me and you are never tired of it."

"I'll never get tired either."

He pecks the spot where he always does. The one in the forehead with her scar. The scar is gone by now. The peace resembles there. "I just realised today that I never proposed you perfectly."

"So?" She laughs. "I want to." He speaks.

"What? It's been six years, Asfand."

"You are my wife, Jaan. You never grew old. You got more mature and prettier inside out."

She holds his hand and says, "You always make sure to make my heart bloom like it's the best thing in the entire world." She pauses and looks at his hand before looking back, "And it is."

He got on one of his knees. She smiles gazing at his efforts, blooming young and free like a lovesick teenager.

"Thank you for being the best medicine for the worst circumstances we went through. You were strong. You always made sure I had your back for me to stay sane and still. Thank you for giving me, Azizah. The fruit of our love. Zubab, You and Azizah are the only things I look up to. I hope you are happy and I will always make sure you are."

She held his hand and said, "I am the happiest lady in the universe. Just because of you, Asfand. I never knew someone could be so good. You taught me that insecurity and hopelessness aren't defined by a person."

"I love you, Zubab."

"I love you too, Asfandyaar."

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"Mumma, why don't we live in Dadu's house. It's so big. You once said it was Dad's home. Why don't we live there?"

Zubab combed Azizah's hair when she asked the question. She stood still for a while and couldn't comprehend what to answer. "Dad liked this house, that's why we live here, Azi."

"I like that one. It's so big and beautiful."

"Is it?" She nodded. Her pupils expanded as she remembered the big walls and huge architecture of the royal Shah mansion. "The other day when I went there, Dadu was showing me around. It was so beautiful. I even selected a room for myself."

To keep her distracted, Zuban asked her, "Which one?"

"The 3rd one on the last floor."

Zubab stopped combing for a while when she realised whose room it was. The most time locked room was open now but it was still the peaceful room of the entire mansion. It was simplest and yet prettiest.

It was Alizah Azeem Shah's room. Azizah's paternal grandmother. Asfandyaar's mother.

"Whose room is that?" Azizah asks.

"Your Dadi Maa."

"Seems like Dadi Maa was as pretty as me. She had a beautiful room like mine."

"Yes, meri jaan."

(My soul)

"Where are we going now?" She queries right after. "Nani Maa's place."

"Yayy! We will go to Dadu's place after that?"

"Okay, Azi."

Asfandyaar, Zubab with Azizah visited the Zarmain's place for lunch. Zarmain was genuinely glad to see that Zubab is always happy now. Azizah took a bunch of so many chocolates from her grandmother without her mother's knowledge and put it in her bag, laughing and winking at Asfandyaar who laughed with her.

They visited The Shah Mansion. Everytime Asfandyaar drives in here, he remembers the time Samreen as Lily betrayed him, that's the biggest hit he faced.

Azizah spent a well spent quality time with Azeem, Moosa and Maham. Even Maham adored Azizah as a kid but Asfandyaar knew the limits so did she. Azeem and Moosa pour her with everything she asks. She just needed to ask but she was interested in many toys, only chocolates and a wholesome conversation was the type of Azizah thing.

They arrived at night after dinner in the villa. A weekend well spent with family is better than picnics. That's exactly what they preferred.

Their story had people who tried to bring them down, people who broke tham, stabbed their backs but love stood perfectly which made them scream in it.

That's their love story. Peerless perfection.

With love,

Asfandyaar & Zubab.

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Tropes for Moosa's story

• Academic rivals to lovers to enemies •

• Moosa is a cricketer •

• Back story to the characters •

• She falls first but he falls harder •

• high school bullies •

• friends circle •

• misconception and misunderstandings leads to betrayals •

• leap •

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