Ibraheem's POV:

It was difficult to get the entire Narejo family to join together for the Baraat. It took a while but I finally did it. I called my cousins from Sydney, New York, Berlin, Italy and Istanbul. Upon hearing that it was the wedding of their favourite cousin, they all gladly complied. Kamran was on the colder side so he didn't mingle with all the cousins unlike me but the brotherhood among us was strong as ever. Hell, they even considered Fahad as one of our own which he was. No questions asked.

Some of them landed on the night of the Mehandi and others reached in the morning today. All of them had their own villas but to fully enjoy the wedding spirits, they all came over to my place. In total, we were around 20 men including Kamran and Fahad and 11 women.

"Misha bhabhi huh? She is quite a beauty. Nice choice Ibraheem bhai. She got any sisters I can marry? Dad keeps asking me to get married." Sultan questioned as he unbuttoned his waist coat and sat back down on the sofa. He was same age as Kamran but the complete opposite. Blunt and talkative. He was from my mother's side.

"What happened to your fiancée?" Bashar questioned as he lit up a cigar and looked around the room as if he was looking for someone. When his eyes landed on Vanya, he relaxed and then looked away almost immediately when she noticed him staring. Vanya was Sultan's younger sister.

"Don't you know? She left his pathetic ass when she found out he fucked up another business. I think he made a loss of a crore in this deal." Rayhaan bhai, Sultan's elder brother replied as he joined us too. "This jet lag is killing me." Sultan glared at his brother but then shrugged his shoulders. Rayhaan side hugged me before sitting on a single sofa.

Sadaf baji followed right after Rayhaan. She was Rayhaan's wife and also our cousin from the paternal side. They were teenage lovers and decided to get married early in their late teens too. They had been married for over ten years now with two kids.

Meerub and Maheen burst inside with their cheerful laugh. They were non identical twins and just really loud and inseparable. I didn't mind them but Kamran hated them with a passion. Probably because they always did something to his car.

"Ibraheem bhai, you are getting married? Really? Wow. That means we would be asked to get married soon too. That sucks. Maybe we should escape back to Berlin. What say, Meerub?" I didn't get a chance to reply as they started to talk among themselves and walked away. I sighed, ignoring them as I turned to look around the room.

Behrouz, Shamsher, Sikandar and Abbas had gone out to look for appropriate clothes because they didn't have the time to shop first. Fahad had tagged along with them because he got along really well with Shamsher and Sikandar since they had similar 'interests.' Abbas just liked the Karachi air while Behrouz was the only one who seriously wanted to buy clothes. He was like Kamran but younger. I wouldn't be surprised if he considers Kamran as his role model.

Daud had called me to tell me his flight was running slightly late and would land an hour late. He was coming straight from Sydney. Daud was becoming a doctor, one without all the fake connections. He was probably the smartest kid in our family academically. Malek, Daud's brother, is two years younger than him and the complete opposite, he had given up education after Alevels and was taking care of the family land in Balouchistan.

Delayr and Jannat were another cousin couple in our family but they were the complete opposites. They hated each other before their marriage. The wedding was done so the relationship between the two families could get better but they were so wrong. Jannat tried running away on the day of their marriage but Delayr dragged her back and married her. After some while, when Jannat got kidnapped by some enemy of Delayr and he saved her, things got better between them. Now they love each other and have a baby. Messed up but that is just how my family is.

Ayra, Haleema and Komal are already married outside of family so they said they would just join us with their husbands when the Baraat leaves which seems fair. Subhan said he would only come if Vanya was coming so now he is on his way. One of these days, Bashar and Subhan are going to beat each other up for liking the same girl but I am pretty sure Sultan or Rayhaan will kill them before they even get a chance.

If there is someone in my family who is crazier than the others is Wassal. He was one of the few in my family who has gone to jail for attempted murder. It was more like he lost his temper and couldn't hold his fists back. His sister, Nura, is as crazy as he is, for a woman. She is smart and perceptive in a twisted way. The two of them live in their own world. But they are also one of the most loyal among our family so I love them despite everything.

Every family has that one girl who has a childhood crush on you. For my family, it's Sanam but fortunately, she changes crushes like its clothes so her new object of love is Behrouz who doesn't give two shits about her confession. Moving on, Khizar is the youngest boy in our family. He is twelve and already done with life. His mother and my phupho makes him sleep early so he is sleeping in one of the guest rooms. His sister, Zainab, thirteen and a half and more on the rebellious side is currently video-calling her 'girl gang' to 'gossip' in another room.

Adeel bhai is the oldest in us cousins at 38. He prefers hanging out with the elders than us 'children' as he calls it. Durab bhai is the second oldest at 35. He is Ayra and Komal's elder brother. Second to Wassal's crazy antics and third oldest in the family is Dastageer. He is a monster in the business world. If you want to earn millions or ruin someone else's business, Dastageer bhai is the one to go to. The fourth oldest and the one right above Rayhaan bhai in the age hierarchy is Zayyir who is always travelling. Always. Every month. Kamran went to pick him up from the airport since he just came back from Istanbul after a months stay.

The youngest child in our family is a five year old angel called Mehrunnisa, short for Mehru. She is sleeping upstairs too. Every single one of us loves that cute little kid with all our heart. She is precious and innocent like that.

Including me Kamran and Fahad, this concludes all 31 of us. It took forever but now all of us are back in Karachi to round up for the Baraat. Some of them refused to travel on the private jet and wanted to go by road because their 'babies' or in better words, cars, were too precious to them and they wanted to go in them. On their request, I had the cars sent to Lahore on their behalf so they could go to the Baraat in class.

All of us finally agreed to travel by the private jet so that we could reach the wedding hall in Lahore on time since Misha was breathing down my neck to be on time. 

Baraat

Our family had blocked the roads of Lahore with how many cars we had brought in. I had told the younger ones to go together in a lesser number of cars but they had all insisted that they wanted to flex their own cars so here we were with over a 100 cars including SUVs and Sports cars. I knew in fact that they had wanted to race and test out the engines but I decided not to say anything. Shamsher and Sikandar had identical Porsche's which were right behind my car. Kamran's car was on my right side while Fahad was on my left side. Mere dou azeez (My two closest) Meanwhile, Ammi, Abbu were in the car infront of mine and Chachu and Fahad's parents were in the cars beside Abbu's. The rest of the family followed suit.

The next hour or two went by in a blur as my cousins did bhangra around me in celebration. Hooting vibrated in my ears as money was constantly thrown in the air. I walked towards the stage with only one thing in mind. It was the 6th of March. This day had changed everything for me and Misha. I was still glad that Misha had chosen this day as her Ruksati. It held a special place in both our hearts.

And then the wait begin. For her to arrive. I sat for half an hour or so and then the light dimmed slightly as they focused on the bride who was entering the hall. I had to admit, her beauty always made me speechless. She wore a blood red gown with intricate golden embroidery in it that touched the marbled floor and left a little trail behind her. She looked like a queen. A true queen leaving everyone speechless. I watched my cousins watch her in a trance, women and men alike. She was just that stunning.

Her face had a hint of shyness but more than that, there was a small smile on her face and when her eyes made contact with mine, I felt all of my emotions well up inside of me. And it left me feeling all kinds of things. A thrill ran in my blood, a thrill of victory, of love and of need. When I held her hand and brought her up to stage to sit beside me, I felt like I was seeing her for the first time ever. As if, our story had begun all over again.

"You look beautiful, Meri jaan. Just as beautiful as the first time I saw you a few years ago." I remarked and Misha smiled while looking down at her hands. She was so cute. I felt my heart turn at how beautiful and content she looked.

"And you look just as charming as back then. When you had asked me for directions to the principal's office." She giggled causing me to grin in response.

I had wanted to respond to her statement but just then the doodh pilai rasam started and Rubab and Zoya showed up out of nowhere surprising me along with Misha's female cousins. I had attended weddings before and I knew how it goes. The sisters of the bride would only allow you to drink milk if you give them presents, cash or something. Zoya was smiling mischievously but her smile disappeared almost immediately as Kamran came and stood behind me in defense. She gulped while Kamran continued to look at her face intensely. Rubab had a stony face on as she stared into my soul with an icy look in her eyes. Fahad just grinned in response.

"Jeeju, doodh peenay se pehle bataye, kya de rahay hen humen? (Brother in law, before we let you drink the glass of milk, do tell, what are you going to give us?)" Zoya ignored Kamran's heated glare as she turned to me with a smile. "Pehle bataye phir apko ijazat hai doodh peenay ki. (First tell us, then we will give you permission to drink the glass of milk.)"

"Kya chaiye tumhe? Men det- (What do you want? I will-)" Kamran broke the silence and an awkward silence fell on all of us. Fahad coughed, elbowing Kamran in the gut to shut him up which made me grateful since all our cousins looked at him and Zoya. I cleared my throat as I interjected.

"Kya chaiye meri saaliyon ko? (What do my sister in laws want?)" I grinned back while Misha wanted to hide her face from all the awkwardness that was going on. Zoya looked at Rubab and then at Misha before looking back at me. She couldn't start her sentence because Fahad beat her to it.

"Haan batao na, kya chaiye begum- mera matlab bhabhi ki behnon ko humse? (Oh, do tell, what does my dear wif- I mean sister in law's sisters want from us?)" Fahad joked as he leaned down to look at Rubab who looked anywhere but at him. Shamsher, Daud, Sikandar and Rayhaan looked at Fahad with an intrigued look on their faces but decided not to ask questions. "What does Rubab want?"

"Sakoon. (Peace.)" Another awkward silence fell on all of us but Zoya covered it up quickly with her laugh while Fahad gave her a narrowed eye look.

"Oh, tumhara matlab Sephora ka makeup haina? (Oh, you mean Sephora's makeup right?)" Zoya slapped Rubab's back to snap her out of it and she quickly nodded her head. "Menay tou Louis Vuitton ka bag socha tha lekin paisay bhi chalengay humare liye. (I had thought of a Louis Vuitton bag but money will work for both of us.)" Zoya replied with a smirk playing on her lips while everyone else hooted.

Well, this was going to be fun. I sighed internally as I thought of how to handle this situation before these four crashed my wedding with their personal issues. Thank God, I had come up with envelopes before this. Zoya gave me a look that said that I should hurry before things get worse for all of us and I agreed with her entirely. I handed them half a million each in a white envelopes before they let me drink the milk as part of the tradition. It didn't take long for them to escape from the stage after that which made me laugh because I knew of how awkward it had gotten for everyone.

Kamran looked like he wanted to get Zoya a LV bag himself but fortunately the circumstances stopped him so far. God bless Fahad for being the barrier between Zoya and Kamran. I don't think Kamran can hold out for long though. He is going to explode soon enough. The rest of the function went buy in a blur and it was finally the time for the Ruksati.

The Ruksati was as tough as I had imagined for Misha but I tried to be there for her as much as I could. Tears escaped her eyes as she hugged each one of her family members including Rubab and Zoya who cried while her brothers stood firm with their eyes turning glassy. Her hugs lingered for a while before she sat inside my car while sobbing quietly. Brides leaving their families was always tough and emotional. I had seen my female cousins cry too so I knew they needed their space for a few minutes before they calmed down.

She held unto my hand and closed her eyes as the tears run free for a few seconds before she stopped crying. I handed her tissues as the car started to move.

"You alright, meri jaan?" She nodded her head as she finally smiled at me. A small smile but calming none the less.

"I am just glad it's you I am marrying. 6th March really changed our lives huh?" Misha looked out the window for a few seconds and then back at me.

"Of course that was where it all started. On 6th March, when you came into my life. And today on 6th March, six years later, I will take you with me on a new chapter of our life. I promise to keep you happy, healthy and to protect and respect you with all of me. Most of all, I promise to love you with everything I have so you can never feel alone or sad again. I will always be there for you. Today, tomorrow and for the rest of our lives." With every promise I made, I notice she visibly relaxed. She placed her head against my shoulder and sighed in relief.

"Thank you for coming into my life on this day, six years ago, Ibraheem. Here is to a new chapter of our lives, to being together forever InshaAllah, to being there for each other through the good and the bad. To loving each other till death do us apart and to reuniting in the next world as well. I love you, Ibraheem."

"I love you too, Misha."

With that, we closed our eyes remembering the beautiful memory of how we had met for the first time in Misha's school and realizing just how far we had come with each other. 

We made it.

Author's Note: 

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum Lovelies! 

So I thought the last chapter was long but this one is longer than it lol. I thought about writing Misha's POV too but then decided against it because I liked the flow of Ibraheem's Perspective more. 

So what did you think of this chapter? I wanted you all to have a background on Ibraheem's family so I wrote a bit on his cousins too. Which cousin intrigued you the most?

Warning: The next chapter will contain mature content so you have been warned.

Also, there is something wrong with either Wattpad or my internet because I was trying to post pictures of their outfits for Baraat but it just won't post so I will try again in the next chapter or something.