Zehra was sitting on her bed gazing out of the window, her mind again full of chaos, she had built the wall around her self this time, she had decided not to break down now but hearing her love's pleading voice how can't she?
Seeing him cry made her again stymied on her determination, does she want him to suffer? Does she want to go through the pain of losing their baby and wife at once? Does he deserve whatever she is thinking? Her mind was a mess.
She was aware of the fact that she hasn't yet told him about their baby and she was somewhere worried to tell him about this was also true but is it really his fault?
Her reverie broke down due to the small hands on her cheeks, she looked down to see Little Suhaan on her lap holding her cheeks in his small pudgy palms.
"Phupho," He said in his baby voice.
Zehra's eyes filled up imagining her baby, he could also be like this? He would have wiped her tears, gave her his toothless carefree smile.
