To My Heart

Chapter 22~ Anniversary

Fanaa's POV.

1 year later

It's been a year.

A year since my life has completely changed.

It used to be all About Ahmed and I.

After marriage, it was always him on my mind.

I only cared about him and his well being.

But now, I have another boy to take care of.

A little boy who needs my attention and love 24/7.

A boy who makes me happy in so many ways.

A boy who's a little savage and an angel at the same time.

A boy I would give my life for at anytime.

A boy who came from me but looks exactly like his dad.

As a family of three, we have been through a lot.

Today, it's my parents marriage anniversary and they're throwing a party.

They want everyone present.

And we can't miss that, mostly because ammi is obsessed with Azaan.

They both like each other very much.

I know that she will be more than happy to have him by her side and that's why I absolutely have to bring him.

I got Azaan ready and then got ready myself.

Once the three of us were ready to go, we made our way to the car.

Ahmed sat in the driver's seat and we sat in the back as he started to drive.

We made it to my parent's place and got inside seeing a lot of family members.

" meri jaan!! You're finally here!" I heard ammi's voice as she came towards us.

I thought she was about to hug me but instead she took Azaan from me and hugged him.

"I'm so happy you're here!" she said.

She was looking absolutely gorgeous today. Her eyes had sparkles in them and she looked more than happy.

Seeing my beautiful mother this way is one of the best feeling.

I wish her to be this way every day.

We made our way outside where everything was prepared by my younger sisters in a unique way.

There was a huge table, big enough for everyone.

There were lights surrounding the whole backyard and table.

There was white flowers and white decorations.

They did a great job.

Everyone was dressed in a pretty and clean way.

Mostly wearing white, my sisters called me last night to personally ask me to wear something white.

I was wearing a white dress and Ahmed was wearing black pants with a white shirt and a black vest always looking dashing.

As for my Azaan, I tried to made him wear similar clothes to his father.

"Fanaa!" I heard a familiar voice from behind which made me turn around to see Salma.

What is she doing here?

I know she's a friend of us but I haven't seen her in so long.

She didn't even meet me after the last time that we talked.