#Chapter9

Fiza's POV:

"Happy Birthday dear." I was embraced by warm arms.

"I thought you would not come." I put my head on his chest.

"How can I miss my baby girl's birthday." He said and placed a kiss on my head.

"I told you not to wish me on this day. I hate my birthday." I said pulling myself back from him.

"And I told you that no matter what you say I will always celebrate the day when Allah gifted me with the most beautiful baby doll in the world." He put the flower bouquet on my head and holds it until I didn't accept it.

"This doll...