"Are you sure its not poisoned?"

Instead of Mawra, it was Ibrahim who glared at Ahil today.

The poor guy gulped nervously whilst faking a smile to his brother-in-law and took a spoonful of biriyani near his mouth, praying for his taste buds but to his utmost shock and surprise, it was nothing like he has expected it to be.

"How did this happen?" Ahil's eyes shone proudly as he took another spoon, his sister's cooking skills has changed drastically for good. He has never imagined this day to be possible. Mawra has always been a terrible cook.

Ibrahim smiled at his wife, a very proud smile which got her blushing furiously, "I learnt. I have always been determined to learn cooking anyway. It was ammi who never let me step in the kitchen."

"Masha Allah, Mawra. It's so delicious, I can't believe it's you, who has cooked this. Wait till everyone eats." Ahil praised her whole heartily, making his sister flutter in happiness.

Ibrahim cleared his throat, "where's mine?", "let everyone come," Mawra replied as she looked upstairs, where loud scolding was heard.

Both their sets of parents were currently lecturing both Ameen and Mahira, for their foolishness. Ahil's face changed colours as he remembered what his little sister did, he was beyond furious at her, for breaking the family's trust and for failing her important exams.

"I couldn't believe my eyes as the results were loading. I was like, did I enter the correct hall ticket number or not?" Ahil sighed in disappointment, Mawra had no idea what to say.

"They're here," Ibrahim said with anticipation, as he saw the parents coming downstairs followed his sister-in-law and brother, whose faces were sullen and grumpy.

"You guys were taking so long to come down, so I prepared the lunch." Mawra grinned at her mother, who stared at her wide eyed, "my kitchen?" was the first thing she could worry about.

"Ammi!" She whined at her mother's faith in her, with a cute pout making Ibrahim chuckle. He began to wonder, how worse she must have cooked to get such epic reactions.

"No Rashidha, my daughter-in-law has improved a lot. Just taste it." Salika beamed at her, "thank you, auntie." Mawra's smile widened at the compliment.

Rashidha and Akram passed a happy smile to each other, seeing the rapport their daughter shared with her in-laws.

"Of course, She learnt from the best cook herself." Usmaan sat on the table beside his wife, with a happy smile, making his wife blush slightly.

"Ahem." Ibrahim cleared his throat snapping his parent's little moment. But Masha Allah, the love they share even after all these years is so admirable and he'll strive hard to be like that one day. His eyes automatically search for his wife's face, who turned to look at him at the same moment.

Their eyes were locked, grey against brown. Her cheeks turned the deepest shade of red as he kept on staring at her intensely. It was Ahil's turn to clear his throat, which snapped them out of their moment. They looked away, embarrassedly.

"Let's eat." Ahil teased but it was abruptly broken by Mahira's voice, "I'm not hungry." she left from there, grabbing all the attention on her.

"Let her be," Rashidha spoke sternly and there was an awkward silence for a second.

"Ameen is still in college, and he needs to prove himself worthy to get married to Mahi, and she should be passing her supplementary exam first. Until then, they are not allowed to talk or even message each other. If they chose to disobey, I'll be taking strict actions." Akram added with a thoughtful look on his face, Ameen shifted uncomfortably in his place but didn't say much.

Apart from that, the lunch went on pretty smoothly. Everyone was praises for Mawra's biriyani, mainly her mother and brother. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. It was a pleasant afternoon overall minus Ameen's grumpy face. He just had to wait longer for his happy days to come. Anyways, that was a story for some other time.

***

"Ibrahim..." She sounded like a baby, wanting something she knew she'd not get, yet will ask anyway.

"I don't like that tone you're using... What is it?" he turned sideways to face her, as they waited for the traffic signal to clear.

"If we had babies..." Mawra's cheeks flushed pink as she spoke those words, "you'll support me, right?"

Hearing her ask if he'd support his own baby made Ibrahim give her a look which said, are you kidding me right now. But what shocked him more was her question itself, "you want us to have babies?"

Memories of that night came back to haunt him, which he masked away quickly. It was definitely a shocker that she's asking this question, "can't believe my ears." Ibrahim added with honesty, to which she smiled.

"We sometimes didn't use protection and maybe, I can be pregnant. I'm not saying that I am, I'm just saying. There are chances, maybe not today but someday."

He was speechless for a second as he recollected how his mother persuaded him into marrying for his non-existing child's sake. His one yes that day has finally led him to this beautiful life, a new kind of life which he absolutely loved.

"So, you are okay with the idea of carrying a child?" Ibrahim made sure that he's cautious with his words, he didn't wish to trigger any bad memories. His wife just hummed. Her eyes cast down, feeling too shy to have this conversation.

"You are so adorable." he held her chin up and looked into her gorgeous brown eyes, which stared back at him bashfully.

"I'm just scared of this whole baby thing, but I'm warming up to the idea of us having one in the near future slowly." Mawra mumbled with a small smile, "and I'll be there with you in every phase if you did get pregnant, Insha Allah. You have my words." Ibrahim leaned in and kissed her forehead as she shut her eyes close in bliss.

"I know, Ibrahim. I just wanted to hear it from you," she mumbled incoherently as he lingered the kiss. His chocolate cologne hit her nostrils, captivating her mind, heart and everything.

Mawra loved his forehead kisses.

The loud honking of cars indicated the signal was cleared and he pulled back reluctantly and began to drive to his office. While his left hand held her right hand, securely. Silently telling her that he's there for her, forever. His little gesture sent shivers down her spine as she looked away with a shy smile.

Ibrahim didn't have to verbally say he's in love with her, for his actions speaks louder. His every little gesture speaks how crazily in love he was with her, which made her feel lucky and blessed. Mawra was truly very blessed indeed.

The rest of the ride went in comfortable silence, but Mawra wasn't very excited about going to the office for she has to face all those people, who assassinated her character. But with Ibrahim by her side, she was somewhat calm. He was her strength and support and she absolutely loved that feeling.

***

The murmurs and whispers stopped at once, as they walked into the office together. Everyone paused whatever they were doing and gawked at them, few with curiosity and few with envy. None of them could affect Mawra as she thought they would. Holding his hands tightly, she followed him behind into his special elevator and sighed inwardly as the door shut close.

For the first time ever, she came into his elevator willingly and he couldn't hold back the smile on his face. He could get used to this.

Ibrahim glanced sideways and smiled at her with a glint of mischief playing in his eyes, "that wasn't very professional, Ms Hussian. How can you hold my hands at the workplace? I'm your boss, remember?" Their hands were still tightly intertwined much to his liking.

She just smiled smugly whilst pulling her hand back, "Is that so, Mr Qureshi?" tracing his jawline seductively, Mawra pushed him against the elevator's wall. His breath became a little uneven as she traced his neck and her thumb ended up on his lips. Her eyes were dark with desire and so were his.

Unable to hold back any longer, Ibrahim changed their positions and now, she was the one pressed against the wall. She stared at him wide-eyed, not expecting the sudden move. Just as he was about to press his lips on hers, the door clicked open and he pulled back quickly with an inward groan.

As though nothing has happened, Mawra walked out of there as fast as she could with a playful smile on her face, leaving her husband behind; all hot and bothered.

Ibrahim ran his hands through his hair with a frustrated sigh. He wanted to kiss her now and he will.

Mawra was busily setting her table right. Since yesterday was chaotic, she had to leave it as a mess. But was suddenly caught off guard when a familiar pair of hands sneaked from behind and made her sit on the table itself.

"What?" She wanted to ask but was surprised with a hungry kiss instead. Mawra should have known better than to tease him like that but kissed him back nevertheless with equal hunger and passion. Her hands go to interlock around his neck as he deepened the kiss. They broke apart, panting heavily and looked into each other's eyes with hunger before kissing once again. This one lasted for a minute as she pushed him away, feeling out of breath.

"You should stop playing with fire, Mrs Ibrahim," he whispered against her lips, before pecking them softly.

"What if I don't want to?" her voice was husky and teasing, which made him kiss her once again. They've never kissed so much in office before and they were damn sure it wasn't a one-day thing either. Neither of them complained.

***

The meeting was damn annoying and it was the same Mr Singh giving presentation once again.

Ibrahim recalled how that guy once shamelessly stared at his now-wife, and how he threatened to fire him. Memories flashed back into his mind as he eyed Mawra, who was taking brief notes. While he was struggling to keep his hands to himself. How she switches from being a wife to assistant in minutes is something beyond him and he'd never learn it either. More like, he didn't want to.

Mr Singh paused as he eyed Mawra, The CEO's wife. Now, he understood why Ibrahim snapped at him that day.

"the next time you ogle at my assistant with wrong intentions, make sure to think twice because you won't be standing there anymore." His boss's words still made him nervous as he looked away and continued with his presentation.

Ibrahim as though understanding that look felt nostalgic, the same naive assistant whom he protected that day is now his wife, who could have thought? A small smile formed on his lips at that thought as he stared at her, who glared at him lightly and pointed him to behave.

They were sitting in front of all the board of directors and Mawra didn't wish to spoil his angry intimidating image. His soft and romantic side was reserved only for her.

Anyone who noticed this exchange just chose to ignore and the meeting lasted for half an hour-long, much to Ibrahim's dismay. He faced a hard time keeping his hands with himself today. He just wished to hold her with him, so close to him and never let go.

The minute everyone left the meeting room, Ibrahim turned to face Mawra, who got up to leave was abruptly pulled to sit on his laps. She stared at him wide-eyed, with shock and surprise, as he hugged her tightly. A shy smile formed on her lips as she hugged him back, "what happened to you? You're being so romantic today?" she giggled softly as his growing beard was pressed against her cheeks.

Mawra remembered telling him on their honeymoon that guys with beard look hot and he was growing them ever since, true to her words he looked hot in them. Not that he wasn't hot before. But it just made him looked extra handsome.

"What magic did you do? I can't seem to keep my hands off you, biwi..." She blushed furiously at that comment and looked away from his intense eyes. Her heart began to thump unevenly, so were his.

"You should learn to, Mr, What will people think?"

"By now I hoped that you'd stop caring about what others think?" he tucked her silky hair strands behind her ears which were disturbing her beautiful face, "I'm trying," she whispered meekly.

"If anyone bothered you, any comment at all. Just come to me. I'm there for you, remember?" She just hummed, getting lost in her thoughts.

Who could have thought that angry and workaholic Ibrahim could be such a caring and sweet husband? She still remembered her thoughts from that day as he yelled at her to leave.

I definitely feel sad for his future wife... Is what she assumed and how very wrong she was.

"I used to feel sad for your future wife once upon a time." she chuckled whilst voicing it aloud, Ibrahim raised his brows, asking her to explain, "you were so bossy and intimidating... always working, and never even smiled, don't even lie. But as a husband you definitely proved me wrong." He couldn't help that ridiculous smile.

"Your wife is so lucky and feels blessed to have you as her husband, Mr Qureshi." Mawra leaned in and pecked his lips.

"That's a hundred times more soothing than hearing an I love you, Mrs Qureshi," Ibrahim whispered cheekily as he kissed her back.

Everything felt very ironic and surprising, but they absolutely loved the turn of events that led them towards each other. Destiny played its game so damn beautifully. And no one was happier than them.

"I'm happy to be proved wrong you know..." She placed her head against the crook of his neck, as he hugged her tightly.

"I love you too, biwi."

Mawra was the happily ever after which he never thought he needed before, but now, Ibrahim cannot survive a day without her. He loved her to death and the feelings were very much mutual.

That's the love story of the CEO and his wife.