Misha's POV:

I randomly picked out two or three plain underwear quickly and stepped outside the shop in his chaddar again. I could tell that the female sales women were judging me so I just wanted to leave. It was so suffocating in the shop.

All I needed now was to buy shalwar kameez to change into. I scanned the area and spotted Ibraheem sitting on a bench beside the shop, talking on his phone. One of his leg was crossed on top of the other as he stretched his arm on the back rest. He looked at me with a smile and ushered me with his finger. I sighed inwardly as I slumped my shoulders and dragged my feet to him.

"Theek hai. Nazar rakh ke woh agay kya karta hai. Men thori daer tak baat karta hun tumse. (Alright. Keep an eye on his next move. I will talk to you in a while.)" Ibraheem answered in a low voice as he hung up with a dark look on his face. There was a menacing glint in his eyes. I had noticed the serious aura surrounding him but he quickly masked it when he saw me looking at him.

"Everything alright?" Somehow, he seemed slightly tense. Ibraheem hesitated before answering with a grin.

"Yes, my love, just political obligations." Ibraheem assured me but somehow, I could feel that there was more to it than just political obligations. I wanted to pursue the topic but he just shrugged it off as he rose to his towering height and glanced into the shopping bag I had brought with me from the lingerie shop. "So what did you buy? We have to cut the shopping trip a little short because something came up jaan. Is it alright if we just go to one or two more shops?"

I was sure something was definitely wrong now. Ibraheem was ditching the trip he was so excited about. I noticed that he was waiting for a response from me so I nodded my head in understanding. It dawned on me that I had to make my escape in the next two or three shops that we went too. I had hoped to drag this trip for as long as possible so I could devise a strategy but it looks like that wasn't going to work.

I looked down at the shawl I was wearing. I needed to get rid of this first. It was too tiresome and annoying to carry. Now then, how should I go about it?

Ibraheem's POV:

Misha was in deep thought as she observed my shawl. I could tell she was going to try something absurd again. But I really had to leave soon. Fahad's call had made me worried.

According to him, Shahbaz's men were following us from the airport. How did that fucker even know that I had landed back in Karachi? I really needed to take him down before he takes me down. Oppositional parties were frustrating. Just how much did he know? Was there an insider among us?

I turned to look at Misha's back as she looked around different shops. Did he find out about Misha too? I couldn't risk it with her. She was my everything. I had to get her out of here and take her back home to safety. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket again so I took it out. Kamran's caller ID flashed this time. I swiped the screen as I picked it up.

Misha pointed to a shop while looking at me and I nodded as I followed her inside.

"What's up?" I questioned Kamran while keeping an eye on Misha. She picked out an all black shalwar kameez with small white pearls on it's neck. It would look cute on her. She then moved to another shelf and picked out a blood red suit.

"Bhai, there was a car following me as well. That means there is definitely a car following you and Fahad too." Kamran had just confirmed my suspicion. "I managed to beat up the two people in the car and got some answers. They know about Misha. They have already told Shahbaz." I felt my jaw clench at that. Damn it.

"Alright, meet me back at my place. Bring Fahad too." I hung up as I watched my little fox
excitedly picking out outfits. Her blue eyes were bright and her hair was bouncing every time she walked left or right in that huge chaddar. She just looked so pure and precious in that moment. There was no way I was going to let anyone hurt her or take her away from me. Never. I will kill them if they tried to touch even a hair on her head.

She picked out a navy blue shalwar kameez with an off white dupatta as she put it all on the cash counter and looked at me expectantly. She whipped out the credit card I had given her and paid for the clothes.

Once she was done, she took out the black shalwar kameez while handing me the rest. She also grabbed the shopper bag containing pads from me as she looked left and right.

"Where is the restroom?" She questioned me while scanning the area around us.

"Right over there, jaan. I will wait outside so take your time." I pointed to a blue board that indicated that it was the ladies bathroom. She grabbed all her necessities as she went inside. I knew there was no other exit to the bathroom so I reclined against the opposite wall as I waited.

"Ibraheem, is that you?" I heard a shrill excited voice call out to me as I looked to the side to see who it was. Great. Iski kaami thi bas.

"Fuck off, Saba." I replied calmly without casting her another glance.

Misha's POV:

As I changed, I thought hard on my escape plan. I had concluded that it was nearly impossible to escape him no matter what I did. This wasn't Lahore. I didn't know the ways or places. There was a chance I was going to get lost before I could even find a phone booth.

Folding my soiled clothes into the shopper bag, I concluded that it was better to talk it out with Ibraheem than commence an escape plan on my own. I am sure, if I tried hard enough, he would understand. So far, he had been understanding. He bought me clothes and pads. I looked down at the shopper bags.

If talking doesn't work, I will just do a hunger strike that forces him to agree with me. I was his wife after all. This ought to work. With a new found hope and confidence, I stepped outside the restroom with a pacifist intention.

I spotted Ibraheem's back so I was about to call him out when I noticed a woman beside him. Her eyes were grey so they stood out but apart from that she looked pretty average. Her hair was bleached and she had a bright engine red lipstick smeared on her mouth. An odd feeling of revulsion spread through me as I watched the woman getting close to him with every passing second.

"Come on! Don't be like that! Why did you break up with me so suddenly?" I heard her shrill voice and the shock of her words left me speechless. But not for long.

"Ibraheem? What is going on?" I interjected and for a second, I noticed the shock register on Ibraheem's face as I looked from her to him. Did I see guilt in his eyes?

"It's nothing jaan, she is just leaving." I rose my eyebrow as I wrapped my arms over my chest.

"Who is this, Ibraheem?" The girl questioned Ibraheem as she tried to grab his arm but Ibraheem stepped aside.

"Yeah, tell her Ibraheem. Tell her who I am." I encouraged Ibraheem who looked between the two of us. Why did he look so perplexed?

"Saba," the name felt like an alarm in my head. Saba? This is that 'Saba Babe' Saba? I turned my icy stare at Saba who flinched slightly. "This is Misha, my cousin."

Did Ibraheem just call me his cousin? Did he just deny that I was his wife for this woman?

I felt a pain unlike any stab me in my heart as I looked at Ibraheem in disbelief. He denied me? Denied what we had? For her? That was the last straw.

Ibraheem's POV:

I knew that look on Misha's face. She was overthinking and over assuming things again. I saw her give me a look of bewilderment and then it was replaced with pain. It broke my heart to see her like this but she needed to know that I did it to protect her.

There was a reason I called her my cousin and not my wife. There was a high possibility that Saba and Shahbaz were connected to each other. Saba had been a gold digger and status worshipper from the start. There was a chance that Saba had gone to Shahbaz once I ditched her. I didn't want Shahbaz finding out that I had a wife.

He would definitely try to kidnap her and use her against me then. I didn't want to put Misha in danger. It was odd enough that Saba had approached me on her own when I had threatened her so much last time. The way she was oozing confidence and fearlessness definitely meant she had someone strong backing her up now.

Damn it all.

"Cousin huh?" Misha looked at me bitterly. Uh oh, she was going to snap. Not right now. She laughed humorlessly as she stared at with eyes so cold and dead that I felt myself shiver.

"Calm down, Misha." I tried to ease her but she looked completely out of it.

"IF YOU CAN'T OWN UP TO WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, WHY DID YOU MARRY ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!" Well, there goes my plan to protect her. Misha screamed loud enough to cause even the bystanders to look at us. She hit my arm with the shopping bags as she turned her menacing eyes at Saba. "That's right. I am his wife. Legally. But from the looks of things, I doubt that is going to even last."

Wait, what did she just say? Not going to last?

"Meri jaan, calm down and listen to me. I can explain." I moved in front of Misha but she narrowed her eyes at me before pushing me but I didn't budge.

"Bhar men jao tum dono! (Go to hell, both of you!)" Misha turned to leave flipping my switch.