2 months passed.
Ayesha was on complete bed rest in Ahmed Palace.
She was now 9 months pregnant, big belly, beautiful glow, waiting for baby any day.
She couldn’t walk much, only bed to washroom.
Rayan had made the bedroom into a mini hospital, with doctor, nurse, baby cot, toys, everything pink and blue because they didn’t know if boy or girl.
Fatima Bibi was also fully recovered and stayed with Ayesha 24 hours, massaging her legs, telling her stories of when Ayesha was baby.
Dadi had called a big Molvi for Quran reading daily for safe delivery.
Rayan had stopped going to office for last 1 month.
He worked from home, from bedroom, sitting next to Ayesha, holding her hand, doing laptop work.
He didn’t want to leave her alone for 1 second.
Kabir was in jail, in Kot Lakhpat Jail, Lahore, with 10 years sentence for kidnapping and attempt to murder.
Kamran was in London, but his accounts frozen, he had no money, living in small flat.
But Kamran’s revenge fire was not finished.
He was like a wounded lion.
He sold his London flat secretly for 2 crore and bought a ticket to Lahore, with fake passport, with new identity, “Mr.
Khan”.
He wanted to come to Pakistan and kill Rayan and Ayesha himself, before baby comes, because he thought if baby comes, Rayan’s family will be complete and he can never destroy.
He landed in Lahore at 11 PM, wearing cap and mask, with a bag full of poison and a gun.
He called his old servant, who used to work in Ahmed Palace 20 years ago, and who still hated Rayan because Rayan fired him for stealing.
Servant said, “Sahib, I can help you enter palace!
I know secret back door from garden, which guards don’t know!
Old door near kitchen, used 20 years ago!
I will open it at 2 AM!” Kamran said, “Good!
I will come at 2 AM and poison the whole family’s food!
And shoot Rayan!” Meanwhile, in Ahmed Palace, Ayesha started feeling pain at 1 AM.
Early labor pain, but this time real labor, not early.
“Rayan…
Rayan…
pain…
very pain…
I think baby coming…” Ayesha said, sweating, holding her 9 months big belly, crying.
Rayan woke up, called doctor who was sleeping in next room.
Doctor checked and said, “Yes, Mr.
Rayan, real labor started!
9 months complete!
Baby coming!
We have to go to hospital now!
Ahmed Hospital, my team ready!” Rayan picked up Ayesha in his arms, like bride, despite her heavy weight, and took her to car.
Fatima Bibi and Dadi also came, crying with happiness and fear.
“Ayesha, breathe, breathe, baby coming!” Rayan said, driving fast to hospital at 1:30 AM.
At same time, Kamran entered palace from secret back door at 1:45 AM, with poison bottle and gun.
He went to kitchen, where dinner food was kept for servants.
He mixed poison in daal and vegetables.
Then he went upstairs to Rayan’s bedroom to wait for Rayan to come back and shoot him.
But bedroom was empty!
No one!
Bed empty!
Kamran was confused.
“Where is everyone?
Where is Rayan and pregnant Ayesha?” Old servant called him and said, “Sahib, they went to hospital!
Ayesha’s labor started!
They left 15 minutes ago!” Kamran was furious.
He missed them!
He decided to go to hospital and kill them there!
He took his gun and went to hospital in taxi, at 2 AM.
In Ahmed Hospital, labor room, Ayesha was screaming with pain, holding Rayan’s hand, sweating, crying.
“Rayan, it pains so much!
Like dying!
Ahhh!” Rayan was crying too, holding her hand, kissing her forehead, never seen his strong Ayesha so weak.
“Jaan, you can do it!
You are strong!
Our baby is coming!
Push!
Push!
I love you!
I love you so much!
You are my lioness!” Dadi and Fatima Bibi were outside, praying, reading Quran loudly.
Doctor said, “Mrs.
Ayesha, push!
I can see baby’s head!
Push!” Ayesha pushed with all her strength, screaming, holding Rayan’s hand so tight that Rayan’s hand became red.
At 2:15 AM, a loud cry!
Baby cry!
Loud!
Strong!
“Waah!
Baby boy!
Boy!
Congratulations!
Boy!” Doctor shouted, holding a small, pink, crying baby boy, with lots of hair, looking exactly like Rayan!
Ayesha fell back, exhausted, crying with happiness, seeing her baby for first time.
“My baby…
my son…
Rayan Junior…” she whispered, tears falling.
Rayan cut the umbilical cord with shaking hands, crying like a baby himself.
The ruthless CEO was crying like small boy.
“My son…
my son…
Ayesha, we have a son!
He looks like me!
Thank you, Ayesha, thank you for giving me son!” He kissed Ayesha’s forehead and kissed baby’s forehead.
Baby stopped crying when Rayan kissed, and opened eyes, black eyes like Rayan.
Dadi and Fatima Bibi came inside and cried seeing baby.
Dadi took baby in arms and said, “Rayan Junior!
Welcome to Ahmed family!
You are our future CEO!” Fatima Bibi cried, “My Nawasa!
My grandson!
So beautiful!” Whole hospital staff clapped.
Nurses brought sweets.
Rayan held baby and Ayesha together and took selfie, with tears.
“This is my world,” he whispered.
“My wife and my son.” But outside