Arzel was sitting in his home office, immersed in his work, when he suddenly heard the sound of his daughter Izel crying, "Dadda-" Her voice was filled with tears, causing him to immediately turn around and rush to her.

He picked her up in his arms, gently wiping her tears away. "What happened, princess?" he asked softly, caressing her hair to comfort her.

Five-year-old Izel clung to her father, pointing a tiny finger towards the door. "Mumma is bad," she said between sobs.

Just then, Zaniyah entered the room. Arzel frowned and asked, "What did Mumma do?"

Izel hugged him tighter and started crying again. "She gave all my cookies to Hazel."

Arzel chuckled at his daughter's response. He glanced at his wife, then walked towards her. Cupping Zaniyah's face in his hands, he whispered, "Are there any more cookies?"

Zaniyah shook her head, looking tired. "I was at the clinic, Arzel. She never listens. I even told Dadi to keep an eye on her and scold her if she does anything."

Arzel hummed in understanding and turned to Izel. "Dad will buy you more cookies later, okay?" He kissed her cheek, and she nodded, satisfied, before running out of his arms to play.

"You must be tired," Arzel said, pulling Zaniyah closer for a hug.

She shook her head. "I'm planning on leaving my job. Izel is growing up, and I've finished my studies. It's been a year since I started the job, and now I'm satisfied."

A huge smile spread across Arzel's face. "Finally," he whispered, pecking her lips. Zaniyah laughed, knowing how much Arzel had wanted her to stop working after her studies.

"Now I'll get your proper time," he said, making Zaniyah laugh even more.

"Huraira called me this morning. They reached safely to their new house," Zaniyah informed him.

Arzel nodded and sighed. "Finally. I trust Arhaan will build a great business in London too."

Zaniyah smiled at his words.

"Mumma," came a small voice from behind them. Zaniyah laughed at the sound, recognizing her daughter's call.

Arzel let go of Zaniyah as she walked out of the room to attend to Izel.

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"Hazel, don't run," Kabir called out, running behind his daughter with a plate of food in his hands.

"Let it be, Kabir. Tum khilaoge to raat hojayegi ," Zahra said, coming down the stairs. Kabir chuckled at her comment.

"Don't you have an office today?" Zahra asked as she reached the bottom step.

Kabir shook his head. "No, not today."

"Hazel," Zahra called her daughter. Hearing her mother's voice, Hazel hurriedly came running, fear mixed with excitement on her face.

"Mum," Hazel called out, opening her arms wide. Zahra lifted her daughter and settled her on her lap. Kabir sat down beside them.

"Daddy was chasing me, Mumma," Hazel said, laughing and clapping her hands.

"Yahi aata hai tumhare baap ko," Zahra whispered under her breath, but loud enough for Kabir to hear.

"What do you mean?" Kabir asked, trying to sound serious.

"Muh mat khulwao, Kabir," Zahra glared at him.

"Tell me," Kabir insisted, leaning closer.

"I can't curse you right now, Kabir," she whispered, trying to keep her voice low.

"Go ahead," Kabir teased, closing Hazel's ears with his hands. "Say it."

"Let go of her," Zahra said, biting his hand playfully.

"Can't you act like a good wife for a few minutes?" Kabir said, rubbing his hand where Zahra had bitten him.

"First, act like a husband, not a baby," Zahra retorted, making Kabir's eyes widen in surprise.

"Fuck you," Kabir muttered, just loud enough for Hazel to hear.

"Fuck you," Hazel yelled back, mimicking her father. Kabir quickly covered her mouth.

"Bad words, Hazel. You're just 4, baby," Kabir said, kissing her forehead. Hazel nodded, understanding she had said something wrong.

Zahra glared at Kabir as he got up to leave. "This is all your fault," she said, shaking her head.

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As night fell, Arzel entered the room to find Zaniyah soothing their daughter to sleep. After gently laying their daughter down, Arzel approached Zaniyah and, as she walked towards the cupboard, he grasped her wrist.

Zaniyah turned, puzzled, until the sound of a watch chiming midnight filled the room.

"Happy 6th anniversary, mi vida," Arzel whispered, drawing her close for a tender kiss. Zaniyah smiled, returning the affection.

"Happy anniversary," she whispered back as Arzel pulled her closer against the wall.

Their kiss grew more passionate, leaving marks on Zaniyah's neck. Arzel whispered, "Six years of becoming my life," followed by Zaniyah's, "six years of becoming Arzel's existence."

"Six years of being my possession," Arzel murmured.

"Six years of loving me like I'm your need," she added, kissing his forehead.

"Six years of tormenting your possession into love," Zaniyah whispered against his chest.

"I love you, Zaniyah," he said, resting his head on hers.

"I love you more, Arzel," she replied, sealing their love with a kiss.

And thus, their happy ending began—the culmination of Arzel's "mi vida" and Zaniyah's beloved tormenter. 🫂

But her daughter life just started with the desire of sinner.

PART 2: Insane For Her