Ibrahim entered the hall to see Safiya scrutinising Azaan's face very carefully .....

"Kya kar rahi ho "

"Ek minute....ek minute"

After a while, a big smile was on Safiya's face "mujhe laga hi tha..."

"Kya"

"Iske eyelashes mere jaise hain"

Ibrahim rolled his eyes at Safiya's one more discovery......

"Haan .. aapko kyun kuch fark padega.......judwa beta jo mil gaya aapko " Safiya pouted making Ibrahim laugh "Judwa beta....seriously Safi...."

Ibrahim still remembers the chaos she had created after Azaan was given in her arms......the family couldn't make make out who was the baby among them since both their wails had filled the room. It was after Gulaab's constant brain washing baatein of how the baby would start looking like her after some years, Safiya had smiled.

And till today, she would check Azaan's face everyday for discovering the so called similarities.

"Waise tumhe apni judwa beti chahiye?" Ibrahim came out of his thoughts and whispered in Safiya'ears making her shy...

Just then a boy of 2 years came running in the hall...."Taya Abbu"

"Jee....Zain miyaan"

"Bhai muh daata...." little Zain pointed towards Azaan who always tried to be intimidating like his father

"Ise A B C D nahin aati.....so I sscolded him"

"Ye dekho chhote professor ko...matlab mijaz bhi unhi ke tarah hai inke" Safiya shook her head at both father and son.

Azaan hid his face in Safiya's neck pouting "Ammi....bhook lagi hai".
Safiya's lips curved up into a beautiful smile " Mera beta mujh par gaya hai khane ke mamle me"

She carried him in her arms and gave her one finger to Zain who happily held it deserting his Taya Abbu in seconds. The trio moved to the kitchen where Safiya made both the babies sit on the kitchen slab...."Kya khaana hai aap dono ko"

"Maggie"

"Hmmm...is hafte me pehli baar demand kiya hai noodles..banana toh padega" Safiya pulled their cheeks

Safiya had by now mastered the art of cooking....Azhar who used to dread even touching her dishes now could not resist licking his fingers even after polishing off everything.

With in no time, all four were sitting with bowls of hot maggie. Azaan insisted on having it by himself and little Zain was being fed by Ibrahim who when tried to have a spoon was immediately stopped by Zain "Mela hai"

Safiya laughed and fed Ibrahim from her bowl...."Rotiyon k samay sharing yaad aata hai bas"

In the evening, Misha was making a cake and chocolate syrup was kept in a bowl on a table in the hall. She went to the kitchen to bring something and Azaan who was busy with his crayons rushed to the ingredients...it was like he was waiting for Misha to leave.

His eyes twinkled at the brown coloured liquid and he dipped his finger in the syrup and licked it, suddenly his eyes landed on his mother who was checking something in his bag..., he again dipped his little finger in the syrup and brought it to her mouth. Safiya frowned seeing his brown finger when Azaan smiled "Chocie...." pointing at the syrup. Safiya's heart melted at her son's love and she instantly licked it off his finger.

Ibrahim was leaning on a wall and was witnessing the whole drama with a smile on his face "and she says he is like me"

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"Azu kahaan hai" Gulaab frowned not finding her lovely grandson in the house. Zain was sleeping so she was in look for her other grandson.

"Azhar bhaijaan ke sath ghumne gaya hai"

"Yeh toh mera time tha......." Gulaab didn't like compromising on her quality time with her grandson.

As if Azhar heard his mother's scolding, a car horn was heard outside the house

A while later, little Azaan came running with a mini pizza pack in his hands......and directly went to Safiya "Ammi..aap liye"

"Aur mere liye....."

For a while, Azaan was flustered.. he had never seen his Dado having Pizza...but didn't want to break her heart......he didn't want her Dado to think that he didn't love her....so he just said what he had heard in the house

"Doctor mana kri na "

"Isse kya kya yaad rehta hai" Gulaab had forgotten what doctor had said a month ago and this little three year old munchkin was surprising her with his memory

"Ammi aap baar baar bhul jaatin hain wo Ibrahim ke bete hain.....wo insaan jiska dimaag khule toh ek chhote se kone me ek lambi formulon ki list nikal jaye" Safiya huffed

Gulaab laughed and picked Azaan in her arms.. "Mera chhota Ibrahim"

"Bahar chachu ke sath sath kahaan kahaan ghuma..kya kya dekha"

"Hum zoo gaye the.."

"Acha kin kin se mile aap wahaan" Safiya pulled his cute nose making him giggle

"Chachi...elephant...giraffe...tiger" Nobody listened after the word Chachi..

"Kya...chachi?"

"Haan she was very pretty......"

Just then Azhar entered the house after parking the car

"Aaiye barkhurdaar...." Gulaab was all ready to take his son on remand.

"Aur kaisi rahi outing"

"Bahut achi...bahut maze kiye humne kyun chhote"

"Humne..?"

"Maine Azu ne ..Aad"

"Aad..."

"Mai bol raha tha aadat hai hamaari maze karne ki"

"Aur jhooth bolne ki aadat kab se lagi" Gulaab twisted Azhar's ear making Azaan laugh

"Kab milwa raha hai?"

"Jab aap kahein Ammi....Aadya bhi aap se milna chahti hai" Azhar was scared of his mother so didn't even dare to lie further. H

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"Safi......I think Azu's lips are same like yours"

"Acha.." Safiya was elated

"See this curve" Ibrahim traced the outline of her lips....

"Acha aur dekhein...mere jaisa kya kya hai...."

"Thoda paas aao...thoda aur"
And this "aur" only finished with Ibrahim's lips landing on Safiya's .....

"Acha yeh aapka naya tareeka hai " Safiya pulled out but was again pulled in and was not spared untill her husband got enough of the soft petals

"I just found one more similarity"

"Hatein aap"

"....your son is innocent just like you"

"Wo toh hai.." Safiya gave a shy smile.

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"Zain" Azaan entered Arhaan-Misha's room with a chocolate in his hand but the poor kid was in for a shock when he saw his chachu eating his Chachi
"Aaaaaah"

Not even waiting for a second, he ran to the hall where the young generation was sitting having fun talks.

"Abbu...help Chachi...help"

Arhaan also reached the hall to quieten his little nephew but seemed like the cat was out of the bag

"Kya hua Misha ko" Ibrahim asked Arhaan who just came behind Azaan.

"Kkuch nahi .. bhai.."

"No....Chachu is bad...he is lying..he was eating chachi"

"Punish him" Little Azaan wanted justice for his Chachi who had locked herself in the bedroom after throwing Arhaan out.

Ibrahim looked at Arhaan who was red with embarrassment......he himself was feeling wierd "what to say"

Everybody was sitting stifling their smiles .... they would have had the time of their life had Ibrahim not been here.

"Chachu won't do that again...okay" Ibrahim consoled his son who was not satisfied with just a warning ....
"No......you punish him"

"Ok....I am taking him with me to punish him.....jao khelo ab" Ibrahim somehow cajoled Azaan who after some whining went to the lawn taking his small bicycle.

Ibrahim then looked at Arhaan who was standing as if he really wanted a punishment....."Arhaan"

"Bhai....aage se nahi hoga...."

"Kya....." Azhar couldn't stop himself from butting in "Dhyaan rahe bhai kahin bhuke na mar jayen aap" he went to him and whispered in his ears.

"Apni girlfriend ko convince karne me dimaag lagao..." Arhaan sneered

"Laga liya bhaijaan...ab aap par dafa lagayi jaye?" Azhar winked and started walking towards the kitchen

"Dafa ke bache...ruk tu" Arhaan chased Azhar who ran to the kitchen and hid behind his mother.

"Matlab itne bade ho gaye ho..lekin buddhi wahi bachchon wali" Gulaab hit Azhar's head lightly but that didn't have any effect as usual.

"Shaadi kara dein jaldi se aap iski....sab akal thikane aa jayegi" Arhaan said glaring at Azhar who started blushing in a fake manner.

"Bas kuch mahine ruk ja.......phir iska bhi band bajwati hun mai" Gulaab smiled ruffling Azhar's hair.

The following evening, Aadya visited Siddiqui Mansion and was quite surprised receiving so much warmth from every member especially Gulaab. She gelled really well with the family with in no time.

But, someone was upset with the way he was ignored and thrown into a corner. His lady love seemed to be more in love with the two babies than him......he was not even thrown a glance in their presence.

When it was time for Aadya to leave,
the two munchkins were first in the line to give her see off kisses pushing Azhar behind as if he was some kabaab me haddi.

"Ye dono toh saari limelight le lenge meri shaadi meh" Azhar pouted imagining himself as the ignored dulha who nobody is giving two hoots about. But he came out of his thoughts seeing the babies tugging on his pants to gain his attention....and next second their smiles erased all his complaints and he kissed both of them soundly.

"Bhaijaan aapka beta abhi se ladkiyon ko ghayal karega......uff kitna handsome hoga bade ho kar" Azhar in his appreciating his nephew's looks forgot who he was talking to..

"Ayaan and Rahat toh isliye ise baahar le kar jaate hain...taaki ladkiyaan ise koochie coo karrein aur wo unhe" Azhar revealed a secret

"Kya....mere bete ko kya samajh kar rakha hai.....ye...AXE Deodrant?" Ibrahim pointed at the ad going on on the TV.....

"Pata nahi bhaijaan" Azhar acted innocent but inside he was doing bhangra..both the brothers had instigated Aadya for no reason against him and he was going to avenge that.

Ibrahim picked his son glaring at Azhar who was standing with his head hung low....and having a silent laugh.

Entering his room in long strides, Ibrahim sat on the bed with Azaan and started talking "Azu...no girlfriends in this age...." then added "at any age...ok?"

"Haye Allah...ye kya girlfriends ki baatein sikha rahe hain aap mere bache ko" Safa who had just come out of the washroom closed Azaan's ears.

Ibrahim got quiet for a minute and then started laughing....at his stupidity...well not stupidity, he was just being a paranoid parent.
"Seriously...." his inner self mocked at him.

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When Ayaan and Rahat entered the lounge area after dinner, they were welcomed with a good earful from Ibrahim who was forcibly taken to the room by Safiya...

"Bas Ibrahim ... arre mera beta hai hi itna cute toh koi kya kare"

"Toh ye karenge...."

"Acha shaant shaant....." Safiya rubbed his back

"Waise tumne kabhi bola nahi ki mai cute hun" Ibrahim's mood changed all of a sudden and he pulled her in his arms.

"Aap aur cute"

"Abhi toh tumne apne bete ki itni taareef ki.... toh wo dikhta toh meri tarah hi hai" Ibrahim pulled her closer peppering kisses on her chin.

"Ab aap apne bete ke cute hone ka faaida nahin utha rahe" Safiya complained but next second was pulled in a passionate kiss....with Ibrahim mumbling in between.

"Well ....... he owes me something for his birth..right"

"Allah...aap din par din shaitaan hote ja rahe hain" Safiya hit his chest lightly

Ibrahim smiled catching her palms and kissing them "And this shaitaan just loves this particular way of PROFESSING LOVE."