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It was almost dusk, but the setting sun was still shining in the sky. The light cool breeze from the beach was calming.

She was sitting on one of the chairs in the lawn, apparently watching the two birds in front of her, drinking water from a pot of water for the birds.

But her mind was in her own world.

Dressed in a white and pink suit, her loose hair looked like silk around her small face and shoulders.At that moment, it really felt like a sight to behold.

She had been sitting in that position for a long time, and the only person she could think of was the man who was so far away from her.

He has been away from home for a month. Last week he said he would be back in a week, but it looks like he is still very busy with his shooting.

When he called last night, Moomal wanted to ask him about his return, but after some thought, She did not ask him anything. Nor did Huzaifa himself said anything about it.

She's been feeling restless and lonely since this morning. And this was not the first time she had felt this way, but whenever Huzaifa goes away from home for so many days, she always felt like this , as if she's is alone in this big mansion.

She was still engrossed in her thoughts when someone pulled her hair lock, she cried in light tone and lifted her face angrily and looked at her culprit , but the person she saw made her astonished in surprise , and the word she wanted to speak , couldn't come out of her mouth.

The person who made her restless and whose face she desperately wanted to see , After so many days, was standing in front of her eyes with his usual smiling face.

"Huzaifa...?! When did you come.?" But then, remembering what he had done, she glared at him angrily. "Why did you pull my hair ...?"

"Just now, and yes, I missed you too." Huzaifa said sarcastically, trying to tease her, but when Moomal heard this she forgot her anger and smiled whole heartedly.

"Me too ... why didn't you told me that you are coming today,,,?"

"Because I knew my Girl is longing to see me so I wanted to surprise her." Huzaifa said smiling and once again lightly pulled her long hair lock and folded it around his finger , But this time at his action , she didn't say a word to stop him , nor was there a hint of anger on her face.

He called her his Girl.

Her heart was beating like crazy, and Her beautiful smile vanished into thin air.

"Come on , I don't know how many mosquitoes must be roaming here, and I don't want malaria." He grabbed her by the arm and took her inside before She could say anything.

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After dinner, they were sitting in Zareena Beghum's room, where Huzaifa gave them their gifts he bought from north side.

Moomal was sitting quietly watching him make everyone happy. At this time he was resting his head on Zareena Beghum's lap and telling her about the beauty of Gilgit-Baltistan.

Zareena Beghum was running her fingers through his hair and listening to his stories with loving and compassionate eyes. Her eyes were clearly showing how much she loves Huzaifa.

It wouldn't be wrong to say that her mother loves Huzaifa even more then her daughter Moomal. That's why he was her first choice for Her.

Later that night, when they both came to their room, Moomal went straight to the bathroom, and when she came out, she found Huzaifa sitting on the couch waiting for her. He was holding a velvet box of in his hand.

"It's for you. when I was shopping for everyone else I didn't know what to buy for you. but when I saw it , I liked it so much that i immediately bought it for you"

Moomal , who was holding the towel in her hand, first she hanged it on a hook in the corner , then turned to him, and took the velvet box from his hand and opened it.

There was a Silver-colored chain bracelet with a lot of beautiful charms hanging around it.

Moomal was in aww at its beauty.

She took it out of the box and started touching its charms with her fingers.

"Do you like it...?"

At his nervous voice , She looked at Him smiling and nodded. She really liked this bracelet. "Yes... It's very beautiful . "

How could she not like his gift...? Is that even possible..?

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With the return of Huzaifa, the radiance of the house also returned, or we can say the radiance of Moomal's face also returned.

Truth be told, love makes a person oblivious to everything else.

Their days were passing like before the wedding. But night. . . . .

The night was a different story.