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"Dua. My Dua," The whispery voice said from the other side of phone making her cheeks turn red. "Nikkah Mubarak," The voice said again and she drew her lashes to the floor, feeling shy. "How many more times would you say that?" Her voice too wasn't above a whisper as she bit her lips. "Until the little creature we created is not out in the world," Her hand crawled to her stomach as she protectively placed it. "My jaan. Mama Baba love you," She caressed her belly. "But baba loves you much more, jaan," He said from the other side of phone. "No mama does," "Baba," "Mama," "Baba," "Oh so you want to fight, so let's fight," She said and was about to start her bickering when something shifted behind her and she turned around only to get widened-eyes. "Haya," Dua whispered. .... One step. Another step. And then another step. She kept on walking holding his hands tightly as her vision was blocked by the black eye patch. Then she heard a creaking of door, and they both entering in that room. T