Chapter 47.
Islamabad.
Kabhi sooni subho main ghumna,
Kabhi ujri shamon ko dekhna.
Kabhi bheegi ankhoon se jaagna,
Kabhi beete lamho ko sochna
Sometimes twirling in the quiet mornings,
Sometimes looking at the scattered evenings.
Sometimes waking up with tearful eyes,
Sometimes thinking about the beaten past.
Ever since she had entered the fourth month of her pregnancy, Hassan had been enthralled with her belly, even before she had much of a belly.
It was a slight bump that he liked to stroke. He would move his hands across the soft skin of her belly and try to feel something..anything to make him realise this was real and happening.
How had his life taken such a U-turn? He didn't know.
Even at eighteen weeks, there was no question, not many of her clothes fit her much anymo
