Chapter9

#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 snatched your mother away from you./" I said taking the bouquet.

That's right, I was the cause of my Ami's death. She died while giving birth to me.

/"No, you didn't. Her time here was over, so she left. Now come on, no more sad faces. I didn't come here to see your ugly crying face./" He said jokingly poking a finger on my cheek.