One Week Later.

Misha's POV:

I heard Zoya sigh deeply as she absent mindedly stirred her coffee. She looked tired but she wasn't the only one. Rubab had dark circles under her eyes while I was just done in every single way. So mentally and physically exhausted. It had been a week since Rubab's engagement and the entire drama that had unfolded and all three of us had been going crazy. We had successively blocked all three of them from Instagram the same day within the same hour but our paranoia was making us go crazy because they were too silent. Too unresponsive. It wasn't like their style to be this quiet.

"You think maybe they gave up? As in, they took the hint that we weren't interested?" Zoya said as she sipped her coffee with a positive air around her but all three of us knew that couldn't be true.

"It could be but then again, we know what kind of guys they are. It just seems weird that they would back off just because we blocked them." I replied and then paused remembering Ibraheem's expressions from the engagement and shuddered. Nope, that guy wasn't going to come back into my life. Absolutely not. No. Nada. Nil. Life is good. He better not. I don't need a man, especially not him. "Guys, relax, I think they have grown up and become mature. They won't do anything absurd now." I gave an assuring smile that Zoya returned while Rubab looked like she wanted to strangle something. "What's up with you, Ru?"

"I am not even worried about Fahad but Zohaib is the real issue. I need to get him off my back. He gives off such intense vibes. He has been calling me straight for an entire week saying he wants to meet up and have lunch together. I keep throwing him bullshit stories like I have exams, vivas and stuff." Rubab said while rubbing the side of her head in a circular motion. "I really don't want to meet him, the things he said during the engagement put me off so much."

"Maybe, he is a good guy?" I looked as unsure as Rubab but she was already engaged to him so she couldn't avoid him for long anyway. "How about you meet him and get to know him? Perhaps, the first impression ended badly but he might be, I don't know, uh...." I was at a loss of words. I wanted to say something that wouldn't be offensive but that described him appropriately as well.

"Non-Psychotic?" Zoya replied brutally and I nodded. "Given our track record of men, I understand your concerns Rubab but you are already officially engaged with that guy so Misha is right. Just meet the guy and get to know him? What's the worse he can do anyway?"

"Yeah, you guys are right. It's just a gut feeling though. I will agree to have lunch with him next time he calls." Rubab answered and we gave her an assuring smile.

"Maybe we all are really overthinking all this. I mean, it's been a week. Nothing has happened so far. They might have actually left us alone for good. We should stop going crazy over this. A new chapter of our life begun already. So how about we pretend this never happened and go back to our daily routine? What say?" Zoya's positivity and smile was contagious. I felt my worries slowly dissipate. "And don't worry, Rubab, I don't think Zohaib is as bad as he seems. Give it a try? Your family isn't against you guys meeting either since you are officially together anyway so yeah."

"Yeah, you are right. Let's do that. I feel at peace now. Ugh, this reminds me, I have a group project submission in two days. I gotta take tips from Usman since he is already done with this course." I took out my phone and started typing a message to Usman while Zoya gave me a smirk.

"So how are things with Usman?" I had a feeling this question was coming my way.

"What do you mean?" I feigned ignorance but I knew what context she was talking about. Rubab looked curious too.

"I don't know. Did he confess his undying love for you? When can we meet him anyway? I mean he is your first ever official guy friend after all." Zoya probed me for answers while I rolled my eyes.

"Whenever you guys want too. How about you come over to my university one of these days and I will introduce you to him? And no, he did not confess his undying love for me."

"Sounds like a plan. Rubab, you in?" The twinkle in Zoya's eyes made me want to rethink my decision but then again, I wanted them to meet him because both of them were the sisters I never had. I wanted them to know the important details of my life and Zoya did have a point, he was the first guy friend I have had in 21 years of my life. Ibraheem's face flashed before me but I let it fade away just like all the memories we had shared.

That man never cared for you Misha, there is no reason for you to care either.

"Of course." Rubab replied with genuine interest.

I just hope both of them don't do anything stupid in front of him.

Ibraheem's POV:

It had been one fucking week. One entire week since Misha's face had been haunting me. Subah, dupehar, shaam bus ussi ki shakal nazar arahi thi. Uski itni jurat k usne mujhe block mara? Mana kuch saal hogaye hen lekin kya who bhool gaye hai k men kon hun aur kya kar sakta hun? Dhund kar nikal lunga usse. (Morning, noon, night, her face was the only thing in my head. How dare she block me? I agree that it's been a few years but has she forgotten who I am and what I can do? I will definitely hunt her down.) I should have gone to Lahore on Monday, I should have stood before her and- My line of thought was cut by Fahad nudging my shoulder. I looked at him in annoyance while he raised his hands up in defeat.

"Bhai, teri shakal se aisay lag raha hai kisi ko mardega. (Bro, your face looks like you are going to kill somebody.)" He answered and I slowly relaxed the expressions on my face. "Election Results ki tension hai kya? Tu tou jheeta hua hai. Ab tou teri jheet announce karni baki hai. (Are you worried about the results of the election? You have already won. Now, all that is left is for your victory to be declared.)"

"Janta hun. Opposition party ko waise hi farigh kara dengay agar masla hua. Men bus yeh soch raha tha k Lahore chalay jana chahiye tha humen tab. (I know. If there is an issue, we will just deal with the opposition group. I was just thinking that we should have gone to Lahore.)" I replied as I exhaled the smoke from the cigar.

"Oho, ismen pareshan honay wali kya baat hai? Ab jayengay na sakoon se result k baad. Uncle ne call kardi thi k is pura hafta rallies nikalni hai isliye Karachi wapis ana pargaya lekin jab tu jheet jayega tab phir yehi tou karna hai. (Tch, why are you upset over something like this? We will go after the result now for sure. Uncle called us back to Karachi because we had to do your campaigning in the final week before elections. Once you win, going to Lahore is going to be on the top of our list. That is all we are going to do. Rest assured.)" Fahad was right. Abbu had called me back for my own good. Once, I become an official politician, I can go to Misha without worrying about anything back here.

"Sahi keh raha hai. Kamran kidher hai? (You are right. Where is Kamran?)" I looked around to notice that my cousin wasn't in the room.

"Woh bandooken lenay gaya hai jo jashan men firing karengay uske liye. (He went to get the guns so we can do celebratory aerial firing once you win.)" Fahad smirked and I smirked back. "Waise mujhe yakeen nahi ata un teenon ne humen block mar diya hai. Matlab Misha ne bhi block kardiya? Bohat badal gayi hai woh. (I still can't believe that all three of them blocked us. Even Misha blocked you? She has changed so much.)" Fahad's words brought me back to the memory of a week ago with Misha standing before me with hate in her eyes and venom in her words. I closed my eyes for a minute trying to live in that memory again. Yeh Saba wagera tou mazak hen uske samne. Misha jaisi koi nahi. (Saba and all the other girls are a joke infront of her. There is no one like Misha.)

"Bhai, guns agayen hen. Result announce honay men panch minute baki hen. Kaisa lag raha hai? (Brother, the guns have arrived. There is only five minutes left in the announcement of results. How are you feeling?)" Kamran showed up out of the blue handing Fahad an Ak-47 and holding an M-4 himself. I gave him a pat on the back while squeezing Fahad's shoulder with my other hand.

"Tum dono meray sath ho tou men kuch bhi kar sakta hun. Mera khoon, meray jigar. (With you two by my side, I can achieve everything. My blood and my support.)" This was a line I had been telling them for years and years but right now, it weighted far more than anything else. This was the highlight of my 26 years of life. I was finally becoming something I wanted to be. Something my family wanted and something my friends wanted.

There was five minutes to go. There was a thrill in my soul, the blood rushed in my veins as I waited for the result. Each minute felt like an hour and then it happened.

"The winner for the elections is," the man waited a few seconds as everyone waited in anticipation. "IBRAHEEM KHAN NAREJO!" And I roared loudly as Kamran, Fahad and all my men fired in the air at the same time while my father looked at me proudly. I felt men calling out my name in unison.

IBRAHEEM. KHAN. NAREJO.

That's right. Ibraheem Narejo. That's who I was. Misha's face flashed before me for a split second and all I could think of in that moment was did she really think I would leave her alone after that little act she put on? Ibraheem Narejo does whatever he wants, whenever he wants to whoever he wants.

Author's note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum Lovelies!

I am back finally. The torturous semester has ended Alhamdulilah. Thank you for all your wishes and prayers for me. It meant alot to me. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I made a real effort on it.

So, how are we feeling about this?