Ibraheem's POV:

Watching Misha turn her back to me snapped something inside me. She had looked at me with such pain and hate for the first time since we had met each other that it broke my heart. I had to tell her that I did it for her safety but we were way past that. The damage had been done already. I turned to Saba who just looked at a loss of words.

"Not a word to anyone. You hear me? Or I swear, Saba, you will regret it for a lifetime. If you live that is." I warned her before I followed after Misha. I grabbed Misha's wrist to make sure she didn't get far but she snatched her arm from my grasp immediately.

"Haath na lagao mujhe is waqt! (Don't touch me right now!)" She spat back but I had noticed the crack in her voice. Aw man. She was going to cry.

"Meri jaan, meri baat tou sun lo kaam az kaam. (My life, at least listen to me.)" I blocked her way but she refused to make eye contact with me. She tried to get past me but I halted her in her steps by putting my hands on her shoulders. As expected, she struggled against me.

"Ibraheem, men is waqt tumhari shakal tak nahi dekhna chahti. (Ibraheem, I don't even want to look at your face right now.)" Her words cut deep. It ached me to hear this but I really couldn't let her go. I tried to control the anger that was slipping through my mind slowly. Sighing, I closed my eyes for a second to think. She kept struggling against me trying to get free.

There was only one way out of this. Only one that I could think of right now at least. I slowly removed my hands from her shoulders and she tried to move away yet again. I grabbed her from her waist and she finally stopped to look up at me in confusion. Her eyes were glassy but there were no tears. I hoisted her up from the marbled floor and placed her on my shoulder.

I had contemplated whether to carry her bridal style but she would have scratched my face or slapped me or something so it was better this way. Her face was facing my back while her legs were colliding with my chest again and again. I heard her squeal loudly. She started to punch my back repeatedly but her tiny wrists didn't do much damage.

"PUT ME THE DOWN IBRAHEEM!" I heard her scream but I continued walking towards the exit. I noticed eyes on me. Everywhere. Men. Women. Children. Elderly. Everyone was staring at us with wide eyes. No surprise there. I clenched my jaw as I gripped her tightly while taking out my phone from the pocket. I dialed the number of my driver.

"Bring the cars out front. Now." I ordered and then hung up. Misha had resorted to digging her nails into my back now. I would have enjoyed this had the situation been different and we had been in bed but this was not what I had in mind. At all. I then dialed Fahad's number.

"Bring Kamran and come to my place." I told Fahad and I heard him chuckle. He could probably hear the annoyance in my voice.

"Sure, everything alright?" Fahad questioned. I could hear music in the background.

"No." Misha's flailing was frustrating me even more.

"Alright, I will be there in 20." Fahad hung up and I put the phone back into my pocket.

"Ibraheem, put me down right now." I heard her again. Her tone was less lethal than before but she was still mad. Understandable.

"Sorry jaan, I really can't." I replied as I stepped out through the glass sliding doors. It was humid outside which only added to my frustration. I was pretty sure Misha left marks on my back. I spotted the cars immediately and walked to them. The guard opened the door for us. The reason I appreciated this team of guards and driver was because no matter what they saw, they always kept things professional. No questions were ever asked.

I carefully put Misha down and then sat inside as well, handing all the shopping bags to the driver. I instructed him to stay out until I said so. She started to fight the moment she touched the car seat. I grabbed her hands and pinned her down on the seat as I climbed up on top of her making sure to not crush her with my weight. I was glad that the windows were tinted pitch black. Our faces were inches apart. Her eyes were wide open but angry.

"Jaan, listen to me-" I started but she cut me off immediately.

"Nahi. Men nahi suna kuch bhi. Ex kya nazar agayi men cousin bhan gayi? Itni hi pasand thi woh tou us se shadi karlete! (No. I am not going to listen to anything. You cousin-zoned me the moment you saw your ex? If you like her so much, just marry her instead!)" Misha continued to complain. There was only one to calm her down. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. I knew she was weak to those. She immediately paused as she looked at me with eyes the size of saucers. How cute.

I had wanted to take this further but I knew we couldn't. One, she was on her period. Two, we were in the parking lot of the shopping mall. Coming back to my senses was the hardest thing I could do but I did it. I pulled away my body. She was frowning. How cute. I gently kissed her on her lips. It lasted a few wonderful seconds. I had wanted to switch it up but I kept reminding myself that I had to control.

Slowly, I got up from on top of her and she got up as well. She actually looked a bit out if it.

"I really just want to take you right here, right now but you are on your period and we are in a car in the parking lot of a mall so we need to get going." I assured her and her face turned bright red as she looked away from me and covered her face. "Don't look so disappointed, my love. We will continue this eventually."

The rest of the drive, Misha was absolutely silent. She refused to make eye contact with me so she kept looking outside the window. The tip of her ears were pink the entire way back. Meanwhile, I just wanted to slam my head in a wall to calm myself down. Every time I looked at her, I felt a new wave of desire take over me and it was taking me every last bit of strength to control myself.

It was going to be a long ride.

Misha's POV:

I was on fire. I don't know if it was the fact that I was on my period and my hormones had gone on overdrive and made me horny or the fact that Ibraheem had a really good kissing technique. Whatever it was, I was burning up. All I wanted to do was-NO MISHA YOUSAF STOP RIGHT THERE. I snapped out of my lewd thoughts as I looked outside. Does Karachi ever sleep? It was almost 1 a.m. now.

All my energy to argue and struggle from before had disappeared completely and a tingling feeling kept coursing through my body. I wanted answers but now was not the time to ask them. I didn't want to look at Ibraheem because I knew some inappropriate thought would come into my head and I will give myself away so I decided to stay glued to the window.

The moment we arrived, I was surprised to see how huge Ibraheem's house was. A guard had opened the gigantic metal gates and the car drove inside. The area must be at least an acre in area. Perhaps even more. I couldn't see much because it was dark outside but the house was stunning. It was a mix of Spanish and Victorian style mansion with a fountain out front. There were four large pearl white marble pillars that were glistening and reflecting light. There was a beautiful golden chandelier on top of the main wooden door. This was no house. This was a whole villa.

Ibraheem stepped outside and rounded the car to open my side of the door. I was about to step outside but my legs suddenly became jelly-like and gave out beneath me causing me to stumble. Ibraheem held unto me just in time.  He grinned widely because he knew. He knew why my legs had acted that way. This shameless idiot. He put an arm around my waist as he started to partially assist me to the main door. I was silent as we walked to the door. Another guard came and opened the large mahogany elephant sized wooden doors and we walked in.

I tried hard to hide how mesmerized I was from the interior. The marbled floor felt like a mirror with how clean and glistening it was. The ceiling was high with another beautiful chandelier hanging right at the entrance. Two classy stair cases led to the second floor. All the doors were made of dark brown, almost black wood and frosted glass with different kind of engravings on them. The walls were beige colored with beautiful paintings almost everywhere. Whoever designed this house has class.

"Ammi designed the house." Ibraheem told me as if he knew what I was thinking. "She has a love for art just like you. Speaking of, lets meet them. Mother and Father I mean." Ibraheem suggested with a smile as he started to drag me in one direction. "This is going to be a surprise for them because they don't know I brought you to Karachi."

Wait, what?

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum Lovelies!

I hope all of you are well and safe. Eid Mubarak to all my dear readers. ✨ I hope this Eid brings you and your family peace, happiness and love. May Allah bless us all on this beautiful day. Ameen.

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