Misha's POV:

I could feel my face burning from the embarrassment. I covered my flushed face with my fingers. I really couldn't look at Ibraheem right now after my outburst. I had initially planned to not talk to him for a long time so he would be forced to send me back to Lahore but I really couldn't stay quiet right now. I could feel it. The impending doom. The blood stain. Ahhhh, this was so embarrassing. Allah, why was this happening right now of all times? Ibraheem was awfully quiet so I peeked at him from between my fingers and noticed that he was staring at me with his mouth wide open.

Wow. Real Mature. I internally rolled my eyes. But then again, I am pretty sure he did not see this coming either. No one expected this. HELL, IT WAS TWO DAYS EARLY. Was it perhaps the stress? Or the marathon I ran a while ago in the airport trying to escape? I stared down at my abdomen, glaring daggers at my hidden uterus. Wonderful timings as always. How about you show up on my wedding day as well? Koi din acha na guzarne dena mere liye. (Don't let any day go great for me.)

"Oh...jaan, it's uh completely fine. It happens." Ibraheem finally spoke up as he ruffled his hair awkwardly and patted my back. Ugh, I wanted to dig up a hole and die in it. I slowly detached my hands from my face as I looked at him with flushed cheeks and glaring eyes. He slowly recoiled his hand from my back.

Well, the worst has already happened. He needs to know what he should do now. Silence fell on us again as I twirled my head in his direction to give him a silent suggestion with my eyes but he just stared at me blankly. I twirled my head again as I twiddled with my thumbs. He continued to stare at me in sheer confusion. I face palmed internally in annoyance.

Was he acting this dumb on purpose or did he really not know what I was asking for? I looked at him one last time and noticed him blinking and tilting his head. I realized that he was completely clueless and lost so I decided to tell him on my own. I took a deep breath as I calmed my racing heart to tone down my flushed cheeks. 

"I need you to go buy something for me." I said in a calm, collected voice as I looked at him without giving the humiliation away. I was sure my cheeks were still pink but I didn't care. Necessities come first. I am pretty sure I ruined everything down there but I had to get past that.

"Sure, babe, what do you need?" This dumbass actually had to ask? A unicorn is what I need right now. I deadpanned. I can't believe he is older than me. Clearing my throat once again and gathering all my confidence, I looked right into his soul as I said my next words.

"I need you to get me pads." I was proud of myself for saying this in one go. Good girl Misha. Keep the confidence coming.

"Pads?" He repeated.

"Pads." I confirmed with a head nod.

"Oh okay. I get it." I could tell he didn't get shit. He looked as lost as before. It felt like his head had gone into buffering mode.

"Just drive to the nearest supermarket and buy them for me. And one other thing, I need to change my clothes too."

"Sure babe. I will get you as many as you want but why do you need to change your clothes?" Ibraheem questioned. I was about to snap at him with dripping sarcasm when I felt the cramps coming. Oh God. NO. Please no. I groaned loudly as I wrapped my arms around my waist and slouched down. I wanted to slam my head in a wall right now. I hated how I always got cramps after getting my period. It was torture. I felt the hair on my arms raise from the pain.

"Jaan, what's wrong?" Ibraheem moved closer to me as his hands naturally went to my shoulders to keep me stable.

"It hurts so much." I grated out in pain as I felt the needle like pain increase in waves. I gripped his arm tightly, digging my nails into his skin. It looked like realization finally dawned on him as he went silent for a few seconds.

"Shit, babe, what painkiller do you need? How long does this last? I will get you medicine for now." I could hear the concern in his voice and if I wasn't so mad at him right now, I would have probably kissed him. 

"Just get me a Ponstan for now please." I whimpered as I continued to grip his arm tightly. It took me a while to notice that he had been rubbing my back soothingly and it made things better but the pain was as intense as always. Ibraheem nodded as he instructed his driver to come back inside.

"Gee sahib?" The driver asked as I noticed the other guards going to the car behind us.

"Sabse kareebi pharmacy par jao forun. (Drive to the nearest pharmacy immediately.)" Ibraheem ordered and the car started to move again. Subconsciously, I put my head against Ibraheem's chest because my back was aching even more from sitting in the slouched position. I could feel Ibraheem's warmth and the way his chest was moving up and down in line with his breathing.

I closed my eyes for a bit to surrender to the peaceful feeling. For a bit, I wanted to forget all he had done to me and my family and just live in the moment of being in his arms. But then I felt Ibraheem shifting beside me. He carefully placed my head on the seat and I looked up at him in confusion.

"I will be right back jaan. Just going to get you the medicine." Ibraheem promised and I slowly nodded my head. I watched him as he stepped outside. His wide back and strong posture. He looked left and right before entering the pharmacy. Was his side profile always this handsome? He looked so dashing even with his eyebrows furrowed. I felt a smile creep up on my face until I noticed him looking at me through the glass window and the smile left my face as I remembered how he had dragged me to Karachi right now. He frowned as he paid the cashier and stepped outside with a tiny brown paper bag and a water bottle in his hand.

He sat back into the car and handed me the medicine and water.

"Babe, can you take it yourself or should I do it for you?" Ibraheem questioned and I felt the affection for him returning until I shook my head vigorously to stop myself. I was getting emotional for no reason. It was definitely the periods affecting me. They were messing with my head. I ripped open the pill and downed it immediately with water. I was about to shift away from him when I felt that uncomfortable moist feeling down there again.

Sighing, I turned to him again. He tilted his head again, expecting me to say something but I didn't know how to tell him to buy me pads and clothes when his driver was right there. I pointed to his driver with my eyes and he made an 'Oh' sound as he asked his driver to step out again. The car stopped yet again on the side of the road as the driver stepped outside and all the guards rounded up around him asking what was wrong this time. I turned my attention away from them as I looked at Ibraheem again who was already looking at me.

"Ibraheem, I need a pad and clothes and uh," I gulped audibly as I contemplated how to tell him about the last essential I needed.

"And?" Ibraheem encouraged. "Say it babe, it's alright. It's me after all. Your husband. I will get you whatever you need. Name it. Anything." I could feel the sincerity in his voice.

"Un...." I whispered so lowly I could barely hear myself.

"Un? What?" Misha, relax, he is your husband. This was bound to happen one way or another. Just say the word. Do it. Don't think too much. Just say it. I kept chanting the word in my head as I finally said it out loud.

"Underwear." A severely awkward silence fell on us again. I looked at Ibraheem to notice him smirking. Oh God, here we go again.

"Oh yeah?" Ibraheem grinned and I wanted to punch him right now. "Sure baby, I can get it for you. What colour do you want? Red? Black?" I could hear the amusement in his tone. I felt the pain subsiding slowly as well. Good. I loved how fast this pain killer was.

"Just get me a normal one." I felt my cheeks flushing again.

"Babe, I am going to need your measurements for the clothes and the underwear you know." I could tell he was enjoying this. I really wanted to strangle him right now.

"Just get the small sized one. For clothes and the underwear." I dragged my hand across my face. Ibraheem chuckled as he nodded his head. Silence fell on us again as Ibraheem called the driver back as he continued to grin like an idiot.

We drove a little distance and I spotted a supermarket with a bright colored board. Ibraheem asked the driver to park in the parking lot. He handed me his phone that I looked at in confusion. Before I could ask, he clarified for me, "I am going inside on my own. I will call you from my guard's number in case you need anything else so make sure to pick up my phone alright?" Ibraheem instructed and I nodded as I held the phone in my hand. He patted my head again as he stepped outside. This time, three guards trailed behind him till the door of the supermarket. They waited outside as he went in.

It hadn't even been ten minutes since he was gone that I got a call from him. I slowly swiped my finger on his phone as I picked it up.

Ibraheem's POV:

I could feel eyes on me. Women from all ages were giggling as they watched me stand in front of the row that contained pads. I ignored their whispers and eyes on me as I focused back on the row. I had never noticed before but there were so many kinds. Long? Thick? Ultra? Why did the names sound so inappropriate? And just why the hell were there so many colors? Purple? Pink? Blue? White?

Not getting a clue on which one Misha preferred, I decided to call her. My heart had melted when she had put her head on my chest before. It felt so right just there. I placed a hand on my chest where she had placed it as I dialed my own number from my guard's number. I noticed the nail marks on my arms as well. Although, it stung a little, they made me smile too. How was she this cute? God, I love her. I was relieved to know that her pain had subsided since her face didn't look as pale as before either. I snapped out of my thought process as I heard her soft voice on the phone.

"Yes?" Misha questioned and it was my turn to be awkward.

"Babe, what type do you want? There are so many colors and types here. Do you prefer tampons? Thick? Thin?" I picked up a random packet and inspected it closely. Always? Always what? Miserable? I scoffed internally as I picked up another one. Stay free? Why were the names so ironic?

"Just get the thin ultra-long for me. The light blue packet. Or if they have diamond thin, then get those. The purple ones." I felt her whisper as if she was afraid someone else was going to hear and then I nodded my head as I spotted the ones she was talking about. I should take note. This is what she preferred. I stared hard at the packets as if to ingrain the image into my head. Once I was sure I memorized them, I focused back on the call.

"Okay babe, anything else?" I questioned as I put ten packets of each into the trolley. I think these should be enough for a week. 

"Do they have lychee malt there?" I chuckled at her question. I replied with a yes. "Please get one of those too."

"Alright jaan. Noted. I will be right there." I promised as I hung up and paid for the things at the cashier. The lady behind me looked at me in a funny way but I decided to ignore it all as I kept grinning. Once I stepped outside, my guards offered to take the shopping bags but I refused which made them look at me in surprise. I couldn't hand them my wife's favorite pads now, could I?

Humming, I walked to my car, to my cute little wife. I opened the door and placed all the shopping bags in her lap as she looked at me in surprise.

"Why did you buy so many?" I shrugged as I noticed her going through the shopping bags. She took out the lychee bottle and rotated the cap. Once she was done, she looked at me while taking a sip. An idea had formed in my head while I was out buying pads for her and I decided to drop the question to her now.

"Jaan, how about we go shopping together?" I suggested enthusiastically. It didn't even take five seconds before she sprayed all the lychee juice in her mouth onto my face.

"What? Why? I can't. I mean-" Misha panicked and I wanted to hug her.

"Don't worry, my love, I have a plan." I gave her a sinister smile while wiping her lychee juice spit from my face. There was no way I was going to give up on such a good chance to go shopping with her.

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum lovelies!

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