Ibraheem's POV:

Holy. That was a close call. I almost thought I would have to shoot myself at least twice to make her believe my love for her but she is Misha Yousaf after all. Fortunately, all it took was a gun to my head to make her realize her feelings. Although, I wouldn't mind getting a hole here and there as long as she became mine so I guess it all ended well, right? Minus the way she was glaring at me currently but we can sort that out later. I guess the reality of the situation finally dawned on her.

Misha Yousaf is mine now. From this day till forever. There was no way I was ever letting anything come between us. No, never. Over my dead body. No, not mine. Their dead bodies. I looked at her and the first thing to come to my mind was that she was mine completely. Every single part of her was mine. Those blue eyes that were staring at me with disbelief, those plump pink lips pursued into a thin line, the delicacy of her skin, the beating of her heart. All mine. I looked at her with such hunger that she flinched and looked away while adjusting her dupatta. I smirked, how the hell was she so perfect? I should have done this five years ago.

"What have I done?" I heard her say in that soft tender voice of hers as she moved her fingers through her hair. Can I just kiss her now? Damn it. I had to hold myself back. You have thought too long on this to screw it over like this. Be patient, Ibraheem. "What am I going to tell my family?"

"What is there to tell, meri jaan? (my life?)" I sat down beside her, putting my finger under her chin to make her look at me. "You are my wife. We decided to get married. That is what you will tell them." I replied calmly and she looked at me in disbelief.

"I can't just tell them that. You want my parents to have a heart attack?" Well, she did have a point. But she can't hide this for long. I want her to move to my house as soon as possible with a proper wedding and all. I was about to respond to her question when someone's phone started to ring. We both looked up to see whose it was. Kamran took out a phone which I knew all too well didn't belong to him. I heard Zoya's sharp exhale as she snatched it from him after scowling at him.

"It's my mother! What do I tell her? Oh my God." She started to panic and Misha got up as well with a look of horror on her face. Right, so this was the part where they all panicked. I kind of saw it coming. I was about to tell Zoya that she should tell the truth but she beat me to it by giving me a warning look. "Ibraheem, don't even start." Misha's deathly stare made me swallow my words.

Both of them turned to Fahad who was busy lighting up a cigarette calmly. He paused and looked at them in confusion. "What?" He questioned as he lit up his cigarette.

"You are the smart one. Think of something. You know full well, we can't tell them the truth. Our parents will kill us." Zoya replied frustrated as if stating the obvious. Did she just indirectly call me dumb? I get that Fahad was the one with the brains but this really bruised my ego including the part where my wife didn't even defend me. She looked like she was actually agreeing with Zoya's statement. On the side lines, I saw Kamran handing Rubab her phone as well. Oh? So that was why they hadn't called the cops or something yet? Makes sense. They looked more prepared than I was.

"Why should I? How does it benefit me?" I heard Fahad scoff. Typical Fahad, he never gave away any information unless it benefited him or us in any way. He was a true capitalist. His indifference didn't last long though because the moment, Rubab stood in front of him, with her arms crossed, he halted and stared into her eyes for a minute.

"Tell us a good reason on why any of us aren't home yet. Make it believable." She replied monotonously and I saw Fahad waver. She narrowed her eyes while daring him to go against her. Silence fell over us for a few seconds as Fahad and Rubab continued to stare at each other. There was this odd tension in the air. Finally, the Fahad - who I had never seen comply with any one's wishes for no apparent reason unless it benefitted him greatly - agreed.

"Just tell her, one of you left your phone or wallet back at the Mall and you guys went back to get it. You had to talk to the management and that is why it took so long and you are on your way back now." Fahad took out the cigarette from his mouth, blew the smoke to the side and stared right back into Rubab's eyes as he replied. Zoya nodded quickly as she picked up the call and started explaining to her mother while making up a story as she went on. 

Misha nodded her head in understanding as she listened in on the conversation. So Misha's phone was the one that was forgotten in the food court and all three of them went back to get it. Once, Zoya was done explaining, she hung up the phone and sighed in relief.

"Where is your phone though? Ammi is saying that your mother called you like twenty times." Zoya asked Misha who looked confused and then eyed me.

"In his car." She replied bitterly as she started to walk out of the farmhouse and towards my car. She opened the door and took out her phone from the cup holder section and saw that it had twenty seven calls from her family members. "Somebody just kill me." I heard her murmur before she called back.

"Asalaam o Alaikum ammi," I heard Misha say in a low voice as she stepped away from us and started to speak but we could still hear her. I mean I could because that was my primary focus. "I am so sorry to worry you ammi, yes, yes, I am fine. I forgot my phone at the mall and we went to find it. Yes, we are on our way back. Yes, tell everyone I am sorry for worrying them. Allah hafiz, I am on my way back." She replied and then hung up. She then joined us again.

"We need to head back now." She started and then turned to me. "I am not going to tell my family about this entire situation right now. There will be a time for that as well. For now, all of us just need to get home not to arouse anymore suspicion. It's really late already." I had wanted to argue that we should tell them as soon as possible but she had been through enough tonight. I feel like she might really kill me if I said anything more. I was glad she was mine now in all aspects so we could break this news to her family some other day. She can't run from me anyway. We were legally bound.

"Thanks to your friend here," Zoya spoke distastefully as she eyed Kamran who was already staring at her, "my car is parked a little distance from my house since he ambushed me there so I guess we will call an Uber then?" She looked at Misha and Rubab expectantly and both of them nodded. My wife? Going on an Uber? No fucking way. I was about to offer but Kamran beat me to it.

"No. I will drop you." Kamran said emotionlessly as he stepped towards her but Zoya looked at him like he was joking or something.

"I would rather walk." She scoffed. "I will probably be safer walking back home than with you."

"You can come willingly or I can drop you the same way I brought you here." There was a hint of threat in his tone that I am sure all of us picked up including Zoya. I still couldn't believe Kamran wanted to give a female a ride in his car. I was seeing all kinds of miracles today. 

I had never seen this guy offer anyone a ride. Not willingly at least. He loved his cars like they were his children or something. He always said 'women don't know the importance of a car, they can only dirty it.' To think the Kamran who would never let a woman step near his car no matter how much she wooed him was asking this of Zoya was a sight to see for both me and Fahad.

"Sure, I will go with you if Misha and Rubab go with me." Zoya shrugged but we could all see how reluctant she was.

"No, I will only drop you. I want to talk to you. It's private. Fahad or Ibraheem can drop them off." Kamran said and I gaped at him. Kamran? Brother? Just how obsessed are you with her? But I did agree with him. I was going to drop my wife back home. I still had a lot to discuss with her about our future plans.

"Oh hell no, I ain't going nowhere with you. For all I know you could kill me and throw me in a ditch somewhere." Zoya took a step back carefully.

"I won't hurt you. I promise. I will stop bothering you if we clear the misunderstanding today." Was I seeing right? Kamran, the statue, was bargaining? What was happening? I am actually scared to know what would happen if Zoya is actually Anushay. But this was new, a Kamran who actually has emotions.

"You will stop bothering me? For real?" I saw a spark in Zoya's eyes. Did she actually believe him?

"Yes. If I make sure you are not Anushay. If you are not her, I will leave you alone for good. You have my word." His face didn't even have an ounce of emotion but for some reason, Zoya could still talk to him without feeling weird about it.

"I am already telling you I am not her." Zoya sighed in exhaustion.

"We will see." He seemed determined.

"Alright. Misha, Rubab, you heard the guy. I will go with him." Zoya casually announced and I could tell Misha wanted to stop her but Zoya beat her to it. "Don't worry, if he tries anything, I will kill him or me or both of us with his gun." The way she said it with a smile made me gulp. She had such a sinister smile on her face that it made me think that she might actually do it. Was she Fahad's distant sister or something? "Alright, I am heading out. Call me when you guys get home safely."

And Zoya was gone, leaving the four of us.

"I will drop you back. You shouldn't argue on this decision because we are quite literally married now, meri jaan. I am your mahram." I offered Misha who was still looking at Zoya's fading back in bewilderment. "Fahad can drop Rubab back. He won't do anything to her since he is the 'smart one' right? Rubab will get home quicker as well since all of you live in separate directions. Plus we all have our moral values. Don't worry about Zoya, Kamran will make sure she gets home safely. Same for Fahad."

"Not like being a non-mahram stopped you before." Misha jeered and I just shrugged my shoulders while smiling at her. "I am not even going to ask you how you know where each one of us lives." She then turned to Rubab. "You should come with me."

"No, he is right. We live in completely opposite directions, it will take way too long. We need to get home a.s.a.p. You go ahead. I will be right behind you. Call me when you reach." Rubab smiled at Misha. Misha looked hesitant but agreed nonetheless.

"Alright, call me too." Misha hugged Rubab before turning towards me. "Let's go."

"What? No hug for me?" I feigned hurt and she just rolled her eyes as she walked right past me towards the car.

"No." She replied savagely as she sat inside.

"There will come a time for that as well, meri jaan." I laughed as she turned red and slammed the door shut on my face. I watched Fahad opening the door of his car for Rubab but she just gave him an icy look as she sat inside without saying a word.

Damn, we all had it rough. Today was going to be long.

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalaam o Alaikum lovelies!

What did you think of this chapter?

The next chapters are going to be very happening (and probably hilarious too) and I am positively excited to write them. It will be about all six main characters. *Squeals*

Don't worry, the romantic scenes are just getting started now. *wiggles eyebrows*