Kabhi Main Kabhi Tum (ARY) #3 - Fahad Mustafa, Hania Aamir - Page 66

What shooting which show Who's Archie btw

Originally posted by: pari838

What shooting which show Who's Archie btw

I was wondering if KMKT show is still ongoing. Archie is a dog, check insta story of Hania for reference. Tiara mentioned she might be a dog on set

Originally posted by: meandwho

I was wondering if KMKT show is still ongoing. Archie is a dog, check insta story of Hania for reference. Tiara mentioned she might be a dog on set

That's probably Umer and Dua's dog. ( info collected from X )

Originally posted by: meandwho

Archie is back on Hania's story, does that mean shooting is still ongoing

nope it’s not the same dog,she is in Islamabad.

Originally posted by: meandwho

I was wondering if KMKT show is still ongoing. Archie is a dog, check insta story of Hania for reference. Tiara mentioned she might be a dog on set

Kmkt shooting ended most probably

He’s a goofy cutie boy

I want one of these, where do they exist

Someone wrote, born to be his wife forced to be half his age and just admire

Palak, Kitty...please ye bhi padna and apia feedback dena

Mainu ishq diyaan khairaan mangiya

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The air at the wedding reception was thick with the scent of roses and rich perfumes. The hall was a vision of opulence: glittering chandeliers, lavish decorations, and a sea of guests dressed in their finest. Bilal and his family have booked one of the fanciest hall in Karachi to celebrate the union of Iqra and Wahaj.

Mustafa stood on the periphery, his eyes scanning the crowd but not really seeing it. The clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversation felt distant, a backdrop to his own swirling thoughts.

He found himself standing near a group of women from Sharjeena’s family, including her sister Yumna. Yumna's voice was animated, punctuated by exclamations about her latest purchases and upcoming vacations.

Yumna: (laughing as she twirls in her new dress) Yeh dekhna, yeh kitna acha lag raha hai? Bilal ke cousin Paris mein rehte hain, wo karachi waapas aaye hain, toh Bilal ne kahan mere liye yeh khoobsurat outfit laaye. Wahan abhi yeh sab se zyada trend mein hai.

Sharjeena:(smiling politely) Masha Allah, Yeh bahut hi khoobsurat lag raha hai, Yumna. Tumpe toh sab hi pyara lagta hain

Rameen:(eagerly) Yumna baji, aapki jewelery bhi nayii lag rahi hain, shaadi mein aapne itne sare banaye the, ye toh alag haina?

Yumna:(flashing her new earrings) Oh, yeh? Haan, yeh naye collection se hain, woh designer jo abhi itna mashhoor ho gaya hai. Mere in-laws ne yeh mujhe anniversary ke gift ke tor par diye. Woh mujhe hamesha achi cheezen dete hain!

Random Lady: Wah, yeh to kamal ka lag raha hai! Maine us designer ke baare mein suna hai. Unki pieces bahut hi shandar hoti hain.

Yumna:(beaming with pride) Haan, aur mere shauhar ke family hamesha dekhte hain ke mujhe sab se behtareen tohfa mile.

Yumna's Friend:(sighing) Yeh to lagta hai tum khwabon ki duniya mein je rahi ho, Yumna. Tumhara shauhar sach mein generous hai

Yumna:(nodding with satisfaction) Haan, woh toh hai. Main itni lucky hoon ke mujhe itna supportive aur caring family mila. Inke saath rehna bahut hi accha lagta hai

Sharjeena:(looking a bit distant, still smiling) Haan, yeh bahut accha hota hai jab families ek dusre ko support karte hain.

Except for Sharjeena, who mostly listened quietly, Yumna, Rameen, and the other friends eagerly compared notes on the latest fashion trends, the best jewelry collections, and exotic travel destinations.

Mustafa’s gaze lingered on Sharjeena, who was wearing the same red salwar she had worn to their reception dinner, paired with the elegant jewelry gifted by her parents during their wedding. There was nothing new or extravagant about her outfit, yet she looked radiant.

Mustafa felt a pang of inadequacy. He had always been the easygoing type, the one who didn’t fuss over material things, but tonight, as he listened to the conversations around him, he felt the weight of his financial struggles more acutely. He couldn’t provide Sharjeena with the extravagant lifestyle Yumna spoke of. He couldn’t even afford a fraction of the luxury that seemed so casually discussed.

As the night wore on, Mustafa's mind churned with worries. The elegant laughter, the sparkling dresses, and the gleaming jewelry were constant reminders of what he felt he couldn’t give. It was as if every conversation was a mirror reflecting his own perceived shortcomings.

When the festivities finally wound down and Mustafa returned home, he was far from relaxed. He sat at his desk, eyes bleary, working through a stack of code, trying to make up for lost time. His thoughts raced, his exhaustion mounting with each passing minute.

The clock ticked towards midnight when Sharjeena quietly entered the room. She stood for a moment in the doorway, watching her husband with concern. Finally, she approached and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Mustafa,” she said softly, “der ho gayi hai. Chalo sone chalte hain”

He glanced up, his face etched with weariness. “Abhi nahi, tum so jao, Sharjeena. Bahut saari kaam pending hai..mein complete karke so jaunga”

Sharjeena sat beside him, her eyes searching his. “Mustafa, sona zaroori haina, mein samajhti hoon ke tum stress mein ho, lekin itna kaam karke apne aap ko thakaane se kuch nahi hoga. Tum bimaar ho jaoge, aur phir yeh sab kaam bekaar ho jayega..”

Mustafa made no move even after Sharjeena pleaded, he continuing to ignore her, working on his code.

Sharjeena pleaded with a soft voice "Mustafa, please mujhe dekho. Main tumhari fikar kar rahi hoon. Tumhari sehat itni hi zaroori hai jitni yeh kaam. Agar tum aise hi apne aap ko thakaate rahoge, to tum apne aap ko zyada nuksaan pohnchao ge, madad se nahi."

Mustafa sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes. “Mujhe lagta hai ke main kafi nahi hoon. Tumhe jo chahiye, woh main nahi de sakta. Aaj raat Bilal bhai ko dekh kar, mujhe samajh aaya ke main kitna peeche hoon

Sharjeena squeezed his hand, her voice firm but gentle. “Mustafa, mujhe in cheezon ki zaroorat nahi hai. Mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai. Mere liye ye kaafi hain ki hum apna mustaqbil saath milkar bana rahein hain. Tum apna best de rahe ho, aur yahi mere liye sab se zaroori baat hai.”

Mustafa nodded, feeling the weight of his worries slightly lift.

Sharjeena bought his hands closer to her heart "Aur please aaiyinda apne aapko kabhi bhi kisi se kamtar mat samajhna, warna mujhe lage ga ki mere pyar mein kami reh gyi hain"

Mustafa's lips curled into a soft smile, and with a gentle yet heartfelt motion, he pulled Sharjeena into a tender embrace, letting the warmth of the moment bridge the gap between their worries and their love.

He stood, still holding Sharjeena’s hand, and allowed himself to be guided to their bedroom. As he lay down, Sharjeena settled beside him, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the turbulence of his thoughts.

“Sab theek ho jayega” she whispered as he closed his eyes.

Mustafa drifted into sleep, the stress of the night beginning to dissolve in the warmth of Sharjeena’s reassurance. As he rested, he felt a renewed sense of determination, not just for himself but for the future they would build together.

Originally posted by: NinjaInPyjamas

He’s a goofy cutie boy

ninja or gandi zoom ki hui photo nhi mili kya saare simp karne wale bhaag jaenge

Umda likha hai itni pyaari sa ye scene hota agar sach mai isse execute karte

Him sharing his feelings , her listening to his constant yapping.

Both of them making each other understand the love they have in their own language.

Love it!! Or likha karo

Also yumna ko toh sabne materialistic hi bana diya hai jbki itni wo hai nahi.

Thank god you didn’t include the-psychotic khandaan