Chapter 61: Chapter 61

"Ma'am I swear I wrote the assignment. But I've forgotten it at home." Natasha sighed as she gave that girl a pointed look. It was just another day at work but the excuses were the same old. She was bored of hearing it again at this point.

"You know Anya... I've already passed the same stage as you guys. I am well aware of these lame excuses. I've been there, done that. But I won't encourage you all to play games with me." The girl flinched in fear having caught red-handed and bit her lips, searching for another excuse.

"Go back to your seat. I want your assignment to be submitted by this evening. Otherwise, forget about the internal marks. I'm not joking." Natasha added firmly making that girl widen her eyes in shock.

"Ma'am. Please no. I won't be able to do it that soon." Anya begged, but Natasha paid her no heed.

No one would believe that she was the same girl, who once couldn't grab the attention of her classmates in a very familiar scenario. Natasha felt nostalgic as she remembered how loud and annoying those people were and how Arsalaan has stepped in and helped her collect the assignments. And here she was, standing on the stage confidently, as an English professor asking for her student's assignments.

Things have changed indeed. For good though.

"It was a three weeks old work. There was plenty of time given. Get back to your seat. Whoever didn't write the assignment will face the same consequences as Anya." She stared at the rest of the students pointedly as there was pin-drop silence in the class.

Natasha was an easy-going but serious lecturer. She loved teaching and explaining stuff. But when the work is not done as expected then the consequences won't be very nice.

"Get back to your seat and you, miss black shawl out of my class. Right now." That girl got up at the first chance she got and left the class.

Natasha sighed inwardly. Students these days are getting on her nerves every day. And there was her, who used to be such an obedient and respectful student. But she can't expect everyone to be the same anyway.

This was how her life went. Teaching all these grown-up brats and then going back home to her family. She loved her job but it gets too much at times. Just like today. Life was never easy though.

The boring day came to an end bringing a wide, excited smile on her face. She now had a reason to smile. Something very happy to look forward to.

With every step she took ahead, her smile only increased. Clutching her handbag tightly, she looked from left to right, searching for that familiar car. But the smile was replaced with a small scowl as she noticed the senior batch girls approach her husband.

Farhan was still handsome as ever. Dressed in a plain white shirt and black pants, he was ready to steal many hearts. But too bad he was only hers. She sighed dreamily whilst gawking at her handsome husband. It looked although he has aged backwards. No one would believe he's in his thirties. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but her husband was too hot to handle.

Her entire bad day remained forgotten as soon as she saw his face and a serene calmness hits her heart as she smiled at him brightly. She could totally kiss him up right now, if not for the crowd they had.

Smiling back at her, "Hey, babe." Farhan took her pink handbag from her and held it in one hand, while his other hand goes to pull his wife for a small side hug. Sparks ran down her spine as the brief contact his body made with hers. That was the kind of effect Farhan Sheikh had on her even after eight years of marriage.

The group of girls gawked at them curiously. A few of their eyes even held envy. Natasha just passed them a smug smile and interlocked her hands with his free hand.

Farhan gave her an amused smile in return as he totally enjoyed how his wife marked her territory on him. This happens all the time and he loves how Natasha reacts. It wasn't an insecure one but a smug one, almost screaming at every other girl that he is hers with just those beautiful green eyes of hers.

"Hi. Are you Mr Farhan Sheikh?" One of the girls came towards him with a dreamy smile. Farhan nodded in yes as he stared at her and then at his wife, who remained calm and composed, "ohmigod...I love your collection of dresses. They are literally the best ones available in the current times. Thank you so much for making them affordable for us middle-class people. And it feels so comfortable to wear..."

Oh, she was another fangirl, alright. If you're a famous award-winning fashion designer, then these things are pretty normal anyway. Nothing new about it.

"Thank you so much, miss. I really appreciate it." Farhan smiled at her politely and tried to excuse himself before she asked, "can I get a selfie with you, sir? Please?"

"Well, about that. I'm really sorry. I'm not into such things. Thank you for asking though. We are running late now, excuse us." The girl's face fell in sadness but she nodded and left.

After trying to deny her as politely as he could, Farhan nodded at his wife and they both walked towards his car, hand in hand.

"Nats. Your dupatta." Farhan placed the cloth on her lap and closed her door, who looked sheepish as she sat in comfortably. Just as he walked towards the driver seat, the murmurs and gossips increased one by one.

"Dayum...He looks so handsome."

"But she doesn't make a good pair for him though."

The voices faded slowly as Farhan took the reverse gear and rode towards their home. He glanced at her sideways and observed her reaction, but Natasha seemed pretty chill about this whole thing, much to his amusement.

"How was your day?" She asked whilst switching on the radio and light music began to play in the background.

"It was interesting, we finalised the summer collection's designs and next is the sewing and stitching. Its going to be pretty hectic next month, how was your day?" He asked as a small smile played on his lips.

"Don't even ask. It was so tiring, with the semester exams coming ahead, I need to get those assignments and tests written by them. Few are very uncooperative." He hummed at that, nothing very new. He has heard those complaints every single semester and was used to it by now.

"And you say Mr famous, how does it feel to be fangirled all the time?" Natasha chuckled as she gazed at him with furrowed brows, "sometimes cool. Sometimes annoying. But I'm really surprised by your reaction today. I mean there was no reaction at all."

"What reaction mister?" She passed him a smug smile, knowing exactly what he meant.

As the years passed, their relationship only grew stronger. Natasha was now confident enough about the love her husband has for her and never lets those strangers words affect her mind. They all can go to hell. She was no longer that insecure girl anymore.

"I don't know, I'm sure you heard them speak. It was stupid as always, but I'm surprised with this unfazed behaviour of yours." He stopped at the signal and gave his whole attention to her now.

"Yeah, as you said it was really stupid. They don't have eyes. We both make a bomb of a pair. And I don't care about their opinions anyway. Why do you look extra handsome today though?" She leaned in and claimed his lips out of nowhere, shocking both of them. But Farhan responded almost instantly as he cupped her face and deepened the kiss.

Memories of their very first kiss flashed back in their mind as they broke apart, panting softly and gazed at each other with burning fire and desire, "I like this impulsiveness." he pecked her lips once again, turning her slightly red.

"Mmm, the signal is green now." She moaned against his lips, before pulling back completely and sat back in her original position, eyes filled with mischief and cheeks so bright.

"I'll see you after we go home." He gave her a knowing look before starting the car once again and drove as fast as he could, "can't wait for that." She replied cheekily making him groan and laughed at his expense. There was a comfortable silence after that as they passed longing glances every once in a while.

"Haya and her family are visiting the city this weekend. She wanted us to come for dinner." Natasha muttered excitedly, as he continued driving.

"Yeah. I know." He replied a little uninterestedly making her laugh, "come on, Farhan. Don't be like that. He's just a kid."

"Haya is our best friend, I agree. But I just hate it when that kid passes all heart eyes to our daughter. He gives me those creepy love-struck vibes whenever Faryal is around." Farhan muttered in his overprotective father mode and she just laughed more.

The kid he was referring to was Haya's second child, who apparently has a massive crush on their daughter. Natasha found this whole thing so hilarious though. But it would be a sight to see Farhan getting all worked up whenever Haya and her family would visit them.

"You're too funny. Ashraf is just a kid. And Faryal has two brothers to take care of her. Stop worrying." Natasha chuckled but he gave her a disapproving look.

"You're too cute, Farhan." For a change, it was her who pinched his cheeks that day. He grumbled something under his breath whilst parking the car in their garage.

"Mama." Came those cute little voices as soon as she stepped out and a wide smile broke into her lips as she bent down and engulfed her kids in a warm hug. This is what she looks forward to every single day, after a tiring day at work, a kiss from her husband and hugs from her kids is what she needs. They are too precious. Her little bunnies! After Farhan, they've become the reason for her to breathe. She can't imagine a day without any of them.

"Mama, Asad fought with Faryal today," Asim complained to her the first thing as they broke the hug and she gave her other son a questioning look. Amused with the drama happening right in the garden. They didn't even enter the house today.

"She punched me, Mama," Asad replied defensively whilst hugging her again and Natasha smiled whilst ruffling his curly hair. And again, it was the same old reply.

"Papa... Asad Bhai is so mean." Faryal complained to her father, as he picked her up in his arms, looking equally amused.

Their nanny looked relieved to see Farhan and Natasha back home. Those three are very handful and difficult to look after. But she was paid enough though. Only because Farhan's mother went to attend her brother's son's wedding, the nanny was needed. But whenever they call her, she goes home with a lot of headache and tiredness.

"Mama, I'm not talking with her," Asad grumbled as he gave Faryal a poker look. Farhan suppressed his laugh, as he kept a neutral face and stared at his son, who pouted sadly. He doesn't want to come out as a biased parent. He swore not to. But the kids are just too funny. And so were their fights.

"You can go home then, Nadia Baji. Thank you for taking care of them." Natasha smiled at the tried looking nanny, who nodded eagerly. She can understand that taking care of triplets is not an easy task. But it was only for an hour anyway.

Yes, they had not one just kid. But three! All at once.

Natasha and Farhan were terrified at first. But they got used to it as the reality dawned upon them slowly and its been three years almost. Their life was never the same anymore. Its filled with so much more colours and they wouldn't trade it for anything else.

"Did you guys trouble nanny Nadia a lot today?" Natasha asked as she lifted Asad in her arms and Asim held her hands as they all walked into the main door and Farhan locked it securely before going to the living room.

"Nadia auntie is boring, she doesn't let us play catch and catch." Asad began to narrate animatedly as he settled on the sofa and the other two kids followed him and sat on either side of him and started narrating about their own days as well. Natasha and Farhan mutter an Alhamdulillah and Masha Allah whenever those three sit together or play together. It gets too adorable and cute.

"Papa will listen to you guys, I will prepare snacks and milk by then. Don't fight." Her voice was stern at the end as she eyed Faryal and Asad. Those two were two minutes apart and never leaves a chance to not fight. Asim was the silent one among them. And she loves them all equally.

"Okay, mama." Asad and Faryal mumbled at the same time and glared at each other. Farhan lets out a snort unable to control himself but replaced it with a neutral face lest his wife yells at him. He was the living definition of a cool dad. The kids run to him whenever they cause any trouble and he totally loves spoiling them, but not too much though. Natasha gave him a you-won't-change look and walked towards their kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Her cheeks turned red and her eyes went wide as her husband squeezed her backside, he just shrugged like it was nothing and placed kisses on her slightly exposed shoulder as she prepared the usual healthy snacks for the kids, "I'm just showering my love, babe." He kissed her near the ear lobe, while her hands stopped moving as she got lost in those kisses.

The milk was boiling in the background while they were busy with kissing. Just the same old routine. Natasha loved it a lot.

Turning her around, he made her face him and cupped her soft cheeks as she gazed at him with desire filled eyes, "The kids might walk in." She muttered shyly, trying to maintain some distance but he dismissed it with a long kiss on her lips whilst pressing her against the kitchen counter and deepened the kiss, she closed her eyes and gave in, enjoying the moment equally.

"Mama, they both are fighting again," Asim screamed making them pull back instantly, Farhan scowled at the interruption as he left the kitchen not before stealing one more kiss, "I'll look after them. You bring the milk, okay?"

It was only his mouth that said those words though, his eyes screamed exactly what he wanted to do. Natasha just laughed whilst her cheeks were so warm and red, "You're crazy." she mouthed to him as she turned off the stove and poured the milk in three mugs.

"Only for you, babe." Playfully winking at her, he walked to the living room.

A shy smile appeared on her lips as she recollected the kiss. This was nothing new though. It was just another day where her husband got interrupted in between and makes it up later at the night. And she eagerly looks forward to it. Natasha blushed furiously at that thought.

The kids ran towards her as soon as she brought the tray of milk to the living room and took their mugs, long forgotten was their fight. Farhan's gaze was fixed on her as she segregated the snacks for the five of them.

Over the years she has gained a few pounds, she wasn't exactly fat but it was just the result of her pregnancy. She falls in the curvy category now. But Farhan still looks at her like she was the most prettiest woman alive and just those stares makes her fall in love with him all over again.

She blushed deeply at his intense gaze and concentrated on what Faryal was complaining. Those three get unbearable at times. But she loved them nevertheless. Loved all of them. They're her whole world and so was she to them.

This was her family, hers! Although there are ups and downs but the love and understanding which Farhan and the kids share with each other totally makes up for it.

All the ups and downs are worth it at the end of the day, for it only made them stronger. Natasha loved her life, it wasn't exactly a fairy tale that she has always pictured herself in, but this was one was hundred times more beautiful. Alhamdulillah.

Natasha wouldn't trade it for anything else.