Chapter 63

Ayzel was at the start of the third trimester of her pregnancy. Now walking and climbing stairs was getting a bit difficult for her. The baby was healthy too.

Her appetite was reducing but she had to eat under the supervision of Aliya Khanum.

Zain was massaging her feet, a task he had been doing since the start of her pregnancy. He has been Pampering her since.

"Sweetheart, have you learned the massaging techniques from me yet?" he asked her.

"Why would I need to, when I have you." She questioned back with closed eyes.

"You are mistaken, my love. This privilege will be over for you when my Princess is born. You have to massage her daily. Baby grows very well by this." He gave her a future order.

With narrow eyes, Ayzel nodded her head. Yeah, yeah like she will do this on his order.

Zain kept on talking about his baby daughter. Ayzel pregnancy turned him into a baby and Aliya Khanum into a young lady.

"Zain this massage was supposed to be peaceful, not a headache." Ayzel could not withstand long chit-chats now.

"Sorry, sorry. You sleep. I won't utter a word." Zain apologized in a low voice.

After one good hour of massage, a glass of milk was brought for Ayzel. She slept, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

"Love wake up. You have to drink milk." Zain patted her cheek lightly.

She opened her eyes. "No Zain, not today. Let me skip it for tonight, please. I can't drink it now." she pleaded. Her face was telling how irritated she was with the milk now.

"Squirrel it's not for you too. It's for my baby girl. She needs it. Please drink for her. Just a few weeks more, then I would make the feeder for my daughter. Nobody will force you. But please for now." He lured her into drinking milk.

She was giving him a murderous look.

"Zain, why feeder only? Hire a nanny too, to feed her mother milk." She mocked him in a gritting tone.

He sheepishly smiled but made her finish the glass.

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"Azyel wake up. It's urgent." Asma was shaking her from a nap. The sleep she adored more than night sleep.

"What's the emergency Asma Khala?" she asked in full sleep.

"Zain and Aliya Khanum are arguing over the design and theme of the baby's room. Come and solve the issue." Asma sounded worried.

"Asma Khala let's pretend you never came here and I never listened to this. Let them do what they want. But please let me sleep." Ayzel put the comforter over her face.

Asma sighed in defeat. She thought maybe due to the interruption of Ayzel, they both would settle down. But Azyel was smarter. She saved herself from the trouble.

The poor interior was troubled. Both Aliya and Zain were orally fighting over the theme. Zain wanted the girl theme and Aliya was persistent on the boy theme.

It has been three hours but nothing finalized. In the end, the designer came up with an idea. He said that he would prepare both designs. And when the baby will land, just inform him. He would prepare the room in two days.

It stopped the Grandmother and grandson's argumental fight.

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"Here you go," Ayel gave him his wristwatch.

He was leaving for work unwillingly, as his mind all the time immersed in the thoughts and imaginations of his pregnant wife and baby respectively.

"Princess take care of yourself. Okay? If Mama is not feeding you well, just tell me." Zain was talking to Azyel's baby bump by lowering himself. He was cupping the bump with his ends.

Azyel was giggling at this cute father-baby moment.

"Zain, the baby is too little to listen to anything now." She was giggling.

"Who said? She listens to me. She responds to me very well." He grinned feeling the baby's tiny moments.

Zain said that he would take her downstairs but she refused. She wanted to sleep.

"You can sleep in Dadi's room." He suggested.

"Like sleep would come here. You know I can't sleep without you and in your absence, the lingering effect of you in this bed gives me peace." She pouted in his embrace.

He chuckled. "Okay, then sleep. Take care." He kissed her head and then left.

After resting to her content, Ayzel decided to go downstairs. The rest of her Day passes in Grandmother's company.

She usually comes with Zain downstairs holding her hand. Dadi had also forbade her from using stairs alone.

But today she decided the opposite.

She was climbing down the stairs. She was in the last of steps When Aliya Khanum saw her.

"Ayzel beta, stop right there. I am coming." Aliya yelled from the distance. She was moving toward Ayzel.

Azyel smiled at her overprotective behavior and in carelessness she took another step, and this was her grave mistake.

There was something on the step, That imbalanced her foot and she slipped.

Ayzel was about the fall on her belly on the floor, but Aliya reached for her in time. She stood in front of Ayzel, protecting her from the front but fell on her back on the floor.

Soom screams filled the mansion and chaos was created.

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"Sir, an ambulance has left from Zain Skinder's mansion." A man standing outside the mansion informed the black hoodie man.

"Great just great. Inform me when they will return with a dead body. I want to hear their moans and wails live." The black hoodie man replied.

"Yes Sir, I will." the spy responded.

"There is only the beginning Skinders. One by One you all will be buried but your death won't be easy like this little unborn *****. I will kill you after giving you a lot of suffering." He said in loneliness.

His intention was getting darker and darker with every passing moment.

They say revenge is best when served cold. But His revenge was hotter than a volcano, ready to burn every Skinder.