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Its been one week since rameen is been in Pakistan. Aariz was missing her presence immensely.

It was during his dinner, his butler just notified him about dinner. Leaving a big sigh, Aariz closed his file and then placed his back on the leather couch and closed his eyes and pushed back his hair. Without Rameen everything feels so incomplete for some reason, its like rameen became so important to him that everything feels so much worse without her.

Taking his phone, he called his pa

"Yeah, prepare jet for Karachi, tomorrow at sharp 11 I will go to Karachi."

Opening the gallery of his phone, he looked at the picture of Rameen which rameen took with his phone forcibly cause according to her his phone has the best camera, remembering how she used to nag about it

Flashback

"Riz! Riz! Jaldi bathroom sey nikale!"

Aariz came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe

"Kya hua?"

"Phone dey apna!"

"And woh kyun?"

"Pictures leni hain!"

"Use your phone."

With that Aariz went towards the closet to select his clothes

"Riz! Dey na phone!"

Frowning her eyebrows she looked at him with a pout, Aariz looked at his little wife who was pouting pointlessly. But her wet hair was looking way too attractive, she was wearing an olive green suit with organza work, and a smile formed on his face

"Aap has kyu rahe hain? Main kya itni hi funny lag rahi hoon kya?"

Rameen asked innocently

Aariz took a small step towards her, while she took a step backwards

"Kya hogaya?"

Before Rameen could run away, Aariz took hold of her arm and pulled her towards him. Her back hit his chest wrapping his arm around her waist and keeping his chin on the crook of Rameen.

Rameen was feeling shy for some reason,
"Chore na."

Aariz teased her

"Kyun tumhe na pictures leni thi?"

"Toh uske liye toh apka phone chahiye mujhe  aise pakar key rakhne sey kya hoga?"

Placing a smooch on her right cheek of Rameen, Aariz took out his phone and clicked some mirror selfies.

Rameen decided to be a little bold she turned around and wrapped her hand around Aariz's neck and placed a smooch on top the lips of Aariz

Aariz was left stunned by the stunt done by his little wife

Rameen looked at him and locked her eyes with him and said

"Riz, pata nahi kyun lekin apke paas mein jo sukoon milta haina woh sayaad hi koyi aur key paas jaake milta."

Chuckling a little Aariz asked

"Mrs Khan tumhe kahi mujhe pyaar toh nahi hogaya?"

A small smile played on her face placing her head above his chest.

"Maine kabhi bhi kisi sey pyaar nahi kiya hai Riz, mujhe toh yeh taak nahi pata pyaar hota kaisa hain. Lekin Allah miyan ka kasam, aapke sath rehti hoon toh lagta mujhe kuch nahi hoga. Ek ajeeb si khushi milti hain mujhe, sukoon feel karti hoon. Agar ise pyaar kehte haina toh pyaar hi saahi. Mujhe apse pyaar hogaya hain Riz."

Aariz was left spellbound, he wrapped his hands around the Rameen and pulled her closer

"Mujhe sayad koyi words ki jarurat nahi hain yeh express karne ke liye sayad mein bhi tumsey pyaar karne laga hoon. I love you."

Both the souls finally got their solace in the arms of each other.

End of Flashback

This site in Karachi

"BERA GARKI!! KACHAR KHOTHA TU IDHAR RUK MAINE TUJHE AISE PHAINTI LAGANI MERE KALEEGI KO SUKOON DOT COM MIL JANA HAIN."

Yusra was running behind Ahiyaz with her chappal in her hand

Here since morning, rameen was not feeling well. She was sleeping more likely trying to sleep. Due to incomplete sleep, her head was aching too much.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, her room door opened with a bang

"MEEN! YAAR NICHE BANO CHACHI PURA KHANDAN AYA HUYA TUJHE BULA RAHI HAIN."
Faizaan said to Rameen

Rameen was feeling already and here Faizaan was screaming nonstop

Taking the pillow beside her, she started to hit him continuously

"Ouch! Abe Oye jahil! Kya kaar raha hain?"

"Abhi key abhi dafa ho yehan sey. Or dafa maar uss ocd khandan ko. Mene sona hain."

With that Rameen took the blanket above her head and slept
While Faizaan was confused and went downstairs to inform his yusra chachi.

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