Misha's POV:

Our families had decided that we would get married exactly six months later but that was when I interjected and said there was a specific date I wanted to get married on. It wasn't six months later though.

I wanted to get married on 6st march of the coming year. Of 2019. Every single person in the room gave me a confused look except Ibraheem. He knew. And he smiled. He approved as we shared a look of recognition. My eyes said a million different things that he knew all too well. That day was very close to our hearts. No questions were asked as we decided that date. 6th March. It was a date quite precious to my hearts, a beautiful day six years ago that had changed both of our lives forever in 2013.

And just like that our wedding date was set. Exactly 7 months and 13 days from now.

Ibraheem was discharged and had gone back to Karachi once he was in a condition to move. I went back to attending classes. Thanks to Rubab, I gave a leave of absence to my university by forging a medical certificate. All of this was one week ago.

The conversation with Ibraheem before he left Lahore gave me all the peace I needed.

"I will visit you as soon as I can so we can go on dates." Ibraheem wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he sat on a wheelchair while holding both my hands in his. I was seeing him off at the airport. I almost giggled until I remembered that my brothers were standing close by. It was still amusing and weird to watch my brothers give me protective looks from afar as they watched Ibraheem and I converse. Ibraheem cast a glance in their direction before turning back to me with sigh. "I feel like they will beat me up any minute now. I still can't believe all this is happening. I just hope it's not all a dream. Maybe if I pinch your-"

I instantly slapped his arm causing him to shut up but he just smirked in return. He was shameless. Truly. I peeked a glance at my brothers hoping they didn't hear his absurd suggestion but fortunately they were both typing away on their phones now. "Just call me when you reach, alright? And visit only when you are able to move around easily. I get that the wounds have healed but-"

"Gee meri jaan, I know. Relax." He then pulled on my hand to drag me down so that my face was unbelievably close to his face. "Misha? I will be back. I promise. Puri baraat le kar aounga tumhe lenay ke liye. Dunya ko pata bhi tou lagna chaiye ke Ibraheem Narejo apni biwi ko lenay aya hai. (I will bring a whole baraat for you. The world should know that Ibraheem Narejo has come to take his dear wife.)"

"Mujhe yakeen hai is baat par. (I trust this completely.)" I gave him a tender smile as my eyes shimmered with the immense love I had for this idiot. He really was a blessing.

"Aur haan men aglay haftay Lahore aounga tou date par chalengay. (Oh yeah, I will visit Lahore next week so we can go on a date.) We gotta continue what we did back at my place, yeah? Send me your period cycle so I come prepared." Ibraheem winked while I gaped at him. This man was hopeless. I rolled my eyes as he kissed my hands. "I am heading off now alright? I love you, meri jaan."

"I love you too, meri jaan e jahan. (My life and world.)"

Before leaving, Kamran took a few long strides and stood before me.

"Bhabhi?" He gave me a serious unreadable expression as his eyes bore into mine. What did he want? It was always hard to talk to this man. He was the complete opposite of Fahad who was far too frivolous.

"Yes, what is-" This man didn't even let me complete the sentence.

"Will Zoya be attending the wedding?" I didn't have an answer to his question. I really didn't but the earnest look on his face made me want to mess with him.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." I grinned as he grimaced in return. Just like that, the Narejo's and Abroo's returned to Karachi and I returned to my daily life.

The same night I had called Zoya to tell her that I was getting married to Ibraheem. Her reaction was as I had expected.

"WHAT? Come again? I don't think I could quite hear that. Are you getting married again? For real this time?" I rolled my eyes at her question. Why am I not surprised? I laid down on the bed facing the ceiling as I pressed the phone closer to my ear.

"What do you mean for real, Zoya? I got married properly before too."

"Shut up and answer the question. I still can't believe that Ibraheem got shot and your family agreed. He should have tried that method before." This woman will always be blunt.

"Yes, the rukhsati is on 6th March. The Mehandi and Walima are on the days before and after that date." I explained. "I will give you the rest of the details later. First tell me, you will make it right?" I knew she had her circumstances but the three of us had made a blood oath years ago that no matter what, we would always be there for each other through thick and thin. Through the good and bad times. And this was a very important major event of my life. The pause in the call had pretty much answered my question.

"You know my circumstances. I can't risk it. If Kamran belongs to that family, my life will be in danger. I still don't know if they have given up on me even after a decade." I could hear her dejected tone. And her reason was really valid but never in all my years of life had I imagined that I would have a wedding without Rubab or Zoya beside me. They were literally my sisters. We had an unspoken fond of sisterhood. They were family. My people since day one.

"Can't you like show up in a burka or something? Maybe Kamran won't find out." I suggested but I knew it was an absurd idea. There was no way she was going to agree to that.

"I gotta go somewhere real quick, can we talk later? I am really sorry Misha, I will answer this properly later okay?" With that, she hung up. I guess I had my answer then. I closed my eyes as I wallowed into depression.

Present day

I felt my bed dip slightly causing me to shift in my sleep. Who was it this early in the morning? I opened my eyes the bare minimum as my eyes focused on the clock on the wall. 7 in the morning? I then noticed the back of somebody who was sitting on my bed. It was literally too early for all of this.

"Ammi, not now." I pulled the bed cover on my face to cover my eyes that were being blinded by the bright sunlight piercing through my window. I heard a giggle in response followed by a proper laugh. It definitely didn't belong to mother.

"You know what? That actually seems like a good idea. Wearing a burqa to your wedding." I hadn't really paid attention to what she had said until I recognized the voice. "Here is my answer."

And I blinked like I always did because I knew what was happening. She was really here. Zoya was sitting on my bed grinning at me with that mischievous look in her eyes. Was this a dream? "Zoe, is that-"

"Yes, yes, it really is me. Move over, I am going to sleep. I took the earliest flight to Lahore. You really thought I would want to miss out on my sister's wedding? I will wear a burka and even a niqab if I have too. Do they make fitted burqas? Should I get one custom made? With little Swarovski diamonds embellished on it? In silk? Let me search them up." She adjusted herself in my bed and my bedsheets towards her.

"Zoya. What? I am so confused. What are you doing? This is your life we are talking about-"

"And this is your wedding, isn't it? There is no way Kamran is going to figure me out just from just my eyes. Even if he does, I am sure you won't let me get hurt. Right?" And I knew in that one sentence she was asking for assurance because deep down, she knew what she had done as well. And she wanted my promise that I will protect her. There was a smile on her lips but her eyes said a completely different story.

"Absolutely right. I won't let anything ever happen to you." I promised without a single plan in mind. She really was here. I could feel her warmth as the two of us looked at the ceiling. I thought it was just the two of us until I noticed the door of my adjacent bathroom door opening. Rubab stepped outside casually causing me to widen my eyes at her. She had an unreadable expression on her face but her eyes were shimmering with humor. They were in this together? What a pleasant surprise.

"Yeah so don't worry. We will think of a plan now. THIS IS FUCKING BRILLIANT." I felt my head spin as Zoya continued to ramble on excitedly. "THAT'S RIGHT, ZOYA IS BACK IN LAHORE! LET THE WEDDING PREPARATIONS BEGIN!"

Just like that the three of us looked outside the window at the bright sunny day. It really was happening. We had no idea what we were going to do but it didn't matter. The three of us were going to be together facing all the things head on as we always did. Zoya and Rubab were going to be by my side.

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum Lovelies!

Guess who uploaded from their laptop after ages. Me. YAYAYAYAYAYAY. This is my 2 a.m. caffeine induced self speaking. So, Zoya is back! I bet Kamran is celebrating somewhere right now. What do you think is going to happen next?

Also, I noticed that y'all aren't commenting like you used too.  It makes me sad. Please do them again *puppy eyes* I love reading them. Are you all doing fine? Please leave hyped comments like before. They make my day and make me want to write more chapters.