Misha's POV:

"No I am not!" I got up from my seat between Zoya and Rubab as I crossed my arms above me, daring Ibraheem to refute me. I had barely regained my breath from the marathon I had to run five minutes ago and now I was already nearing another heart attack. "Ibraheem, you are acting like a child." I exasperated deciding that rationalizing with the idiot was the best solution.

"Does a child want to get married?" Ibraheem replied as he took a step closer to me. "I don't think a child can even comprehend the ways in which I want you." He whispered in my ear causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. I stepped back but he just stepped forward again. "Does a child imagin-"

"Okay fine! I get it! You are not a child." I cut him off because I wasn't about to listen to his absurd remarks. My cheeks burned from embarrassment but he just stood there unabashed. Does this man have no shame at all?

"I am not marrying you, Ibraheem." I replied in a definite tone. He seems unfazed by my statement.

"Are you sure?" Ibraheem took a step towards me but I stood rooted to the ground.

"Positive." I kept my head held high.

"I kind of had a feeling you would say that. But rest assured, I came prepared." Ibraheem gave me a dangerous smile. The way his eyes glimmered made me second guess my answer. What was he thinking now?

"So what now? You are going to threaten me?" I continued to observe every little action he took to figure out what he was up to but it was pointless. I just had a bad feeling. He smiled before taking out a gun from inside his coat. "So this is your grand plan? You are going to shoot me if I don't sign the marriage papers?"

"No, my love, I could never hurt you." I turned to look at Zoya and Rubab in growing fear as they slowly rose up as well. "No, I am not going to hurt your friends either, Fahad and Kamran will go crazy if I do that." Ibraheem rolled his eyes.

"What are you going to do then?" I asked cautiously.

"Kill myself, of course." He said it in such a calm way that I blinked several times trying to process his words. He loaded the gun and took off the safety as he put it to his head. No, this can't be happening.

"You can't be serious, Ibraheem." But everything about his facial features screamed how serious he was.

"If I can't make you mine and you are just going to end up with someone else, I don't see the point in all of this." He gave me a broken smile and I gulped. "I can't bear the pain of that."

"Ibraheem." I slowly took a step towards him but he stepped back. "Relax and put the gun down." I wished Kamran hadn't left with Fahad so he could beat some sense into his cousin but no, he left the three of us to deal with this psychopath. Zoya and Rubab looked like they had frozen from the fear or something. "This is not the way. This is madness."

"What is the way? Watch you get married to someone else? I love you damn it. Don't you understand that?" I was taken aback. What was I supposed to say now? I had to get the gun away from him somehow. I didn't want to believe it but he was crazy enough to do something like this. I felt like everything was happening all over again. Last time, it was me trying to kill myself on the road with a bullet in leg as a result and now it was Ibraheem's turn. Except I didn't know if he was going to shoot his leg or his head.

"Ibraheem, just put the gun down. We can talk about this." The fear that Ibraheem might actually kill himself scared me more than actually getting married to him. The realization that I would lose him forever ripped at my heart. He wouldn't actually kill himself would he? I mean he could be playing or something? Who plays with a loaded gun? My conscience questioned me.

"At first I thought, I would kill whoever tries to marry you but then again, that doesn't mean you will marry me so there is no point in that." I wanted to smack him on the head right now for thinking like that but decided that now was not the best time. "We have already talked too much about this and you have told me countless times that it's too late for anything."

"Suicide is haram Ibraheem." I tried to reason with him but he laughed bitterly while keeping the gun stable on his temple.

"I am going to hell anyway." His reply shut out my logical reasoning. Okay, that didn't work clearly.

"No. Don't say that." I take a step towards him while he stood there just staring at me.

"Why do you care, Misha? You should be rejoicing because I will be out of your life for good." His finger twitched on the trigger and I took another step forward.

"I don't want you dead damn it!" Ibraheem can't die. All the feelings I had buried deep within me years ago start to overflow, overwhelming me with emotions. Shit. Now wasn't the time for this but the fact that I could lose Ibraheem forever snapped something inside of me.

"You don't want me dead but you don't want me in your life either. What's the difference?" He sounded hopeless. By now, I had covered most of the gap between us. I just had to get the gun out of his hand somehow.

"I do want you in my life!" I yelled surprising everyone in the room. "Uh, I mean, I don't want you dead. Just put the gun down for now." I sighed stepping towards him but he quickly recoiled. Fahad suddenly showed up and looked at everyone.

"Yo. I brought the maul-Woah, what the hell is going on here? Ibraheem, what the fuck man? Put the gun down." So Ibraheem really wasn't faking it. I thought it would be a plan or something among the three devils but the way the color drained from Fahad's face meant someone else. Kamran looked equally shocked compared to his usually expressionless face. Fahad and Kamran exchanged looks before walking towards Ibraheem but he stopped them immediately.

"Don't stop me." Ibraheem warned as he pressed the barrel of the gun against his temple. "Nothing matters anymore. She doesn't love me. I don't have anything to look forward to in life." He then looked at me. "Even if I can't have you, I love you. Always have. Always will. You are my cunning little fox after all." He smiled at me as he closed his eyes. Oh hell no. The finger on the trigger slowly started to press unto the trigger and I knew that was my cue. I pushed him hard enough to cause him to stumble as a gun shot rang in the air and a bullet pierced through the ceiling causing a deep hole in it. HE WAS SERIOUS ABOUT THIS?

"I WILL MARRY YOU IBRAHEEM. JUST PLEASE DON'T DO THIS." I literally yelled into his face and the whole room turned silent. "I can't lose you. Don't do this please, I can't lose you. I love you." Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked at him in pain.

"You mean it?" Ibraheem said as he slowly put the gun down. "You really love me?"

"Yes so put that thing away." I eyed the gun and he nodded as he put it on a side table.

"God, I really want to kiss you right now but I guess I will wait for us to be officially married first." Ibraheem said shamelessly and I just gaped at him. "Bring the maulvi in Fahad! Let's do this!" Was this seriously the same person who was trying to off himself five seconds ago? I looked at him in shock as he grabbed a seat and ushered me to sit in it. He covered my head with a dupatta while I just sat there motionless. I looked at Zoya and Rubab who shared the same look of absolute shock. What had just happened? What had I just agreed to?

The maulvi was brought in and everything happened in a blur. All I remember was saying 'kabool hai' thrice and agreeing to whatever the maulvi asked like I had seen other people do it. I wanted to do this but I had no idea what was going on actually. I was too overwhelmed. I had just stopped Ibraheem from killing himself while discovering about my feelings that I thought I had killed and now I was getting married to Ibraheem. The dua was made and then the maulvi said his congratulations as he left. I witnessed Fahad and Kamran congratulating Ibraheem meanwhile Rubab, Zoya and I just continued to stare at each other in disbelief.

The moment he was gone, silence fell on all six of us. My two best friends since childhood along with Ibraheem's friends had just witnessed me getting married to Ibraheem. Meanwhile, my husband, I almost choked on my own spit thinking about this, looked to be over the moon and I wanted to strangle him with the same dupatta that I had over my head.

"You are finally mine." Ibraheem looked at me such sheer happiness that I forgot to speak for a few seconds. "Mine for life. I am never letting you go. My dear wife."

What had I gotten myself into?

Author's Note:

Finally the most awaited chapter came. 

How are you all feeling? I am positively overwhelmed. I am literally speechless and I want to know what you think as well.

Don't worry, this is just the beginning of a very entertaining journey.