"Ibraheem," Misha's voice shook with anxiety, pain and fear with every word she said. "I don't know what to do. I am so scared." It was too late for Zoya or Rubab to stop her and frankly, they didn't want to because they were as scared as her. Something about this guy, about Zahid Sheikh scared them more than they had been scared with Ibraheem. In fact, Ibraheem felt like a safe haven at the moment. It was an indescribable feeling that had overwhelmed all of them.

"Misha? What's wrong? Why do you sound like that?" Ibraheem's relaxed state started to fade. Her voice was trembling and something in Ibraheem's heart and mind could feel her fear and it wounded him.

"I don't know where to start from, Ibraheem." Misha felt her heart beat escalating and she feared she was having a panic attack but Rubab's hand that was rubbing Misha's back and Zoya's hand that was clutching unto Misha's hand calmed her down.

"Okay, so for now, just calm down alright? Nothing is going to happen to you. Everything is alright so relax, meri jaan. (My Life.)" Misha felt her heart beat slowing down to its normal pace with every soothing word that Ibraheem was saying along with the feeling of having her friends beside her. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah I guess." Misha said breathing softly into the phone. "I don't know why I called you but I felt so scared in this moment and I didn't know who to talk to so you were the only person to come to my mind." Misha explained in one go and Ibraheem nodded his head as if she was watching him right now.

"It's fine. I am glad you did. So want to tell me what happened now? Are you safe?" Ibraheem said as he walked towards his car and sat down inside it to listen to her clearly without interruption. He was at his cousin's mehendi when Misha had called him but the moment he saw her name flashing on the screen, he quickly excused himself and left the area to pick up her call afraid that she might hang up and regret her decision. At first, he couldn't believe his eyes that Misha was calling him on her own account without him asking her or anything. He hadn't heard her voice in ages and God, he had to admit, he missed it more than he could admit.

"I don't know if I am safe." There was a pause after what she had said and Ibraheem could start to sense a feeling of doom.

"What do you mean by that? Did someone bother you?" Ibraheem felt his brows knit together. He wanted answers but he knew she was already fighting with herself to say more so he decided to let her say it.

"There was, no, no, there is a guy." Misha didn't know what to say next. "I told you that I went out today right? To celebrate my result?" When Ibraheem remained deathly silent, Misha took that as her cue to continue. "So me, Zoya and Rubab went to a café to eat and then there was this guy who showed up out of nowhere."

"What did he do?" Ibraheem questioned while containing his growing anger because he knew where this was going.

"He started asking us questions and," Misha breathed and exhaled sharply before continuing "He wanted to talk to us and get our contact information, Rubab thought he was high on something, we told him we weren't interested but then,"

"Then what?" Ibraheem gripped onto the steering wheel tightly to contain his anger as he imagined all that Misha was telling him.

"He grabbed my phone and called himself from it to get my number. When I tried to stop him, he grabbed my wrist tightly and wouldn't give me back my phone." By now, tears settled on the corner of Misha's eyes begging to be unleashed along with her voice that shivered as it remembered what had happened. "My brother, Qasim, showed up and started to beat up the guy but the guy's friends beat my brother up as well until I threatened to call the police. He left then with a threat that he will hunt me down. My brother is really hurt Ibraheem, he has bruises everywhere." Misha started to cry and sniff into the phone as she recalled the scene from when the guys were beating her brother up. It wasn't an easy sight to see.

"What happened then?" Ibraheem had wanted to punch something or someone right now. Not just anyone, he wanted to beat the shit out of the guy who had hurt his little fox, who had dared to hurt Misha. His Misha. He could feel the rage building inside of him like some volcano that was about to erupt.

"We got home a few hours ago and we thought it was over but then the guy sent me text messages just a few minutes ago threatening me again. He is the son of some big shot Ibraheem so I can't call the police because it will backfire, I don't know what to do, I am so scared for myself, my family, my friends. I don't know who to ask for help and before I knew it, I had already called you. What do I do, Ibraheem?" Misha was crying over the phone now as she let out all her emotions into her words.

"What is the name of this guy?" Ibraheem questioned in a cold tone that wasn't directed at Misha.

"Zahid Sheikh." Misha sniffed. "He is the son of some health minister."

"Send me his phone number." Ibraheem replied instantly as he lightened the grip on the steering wheel.

"Huh, why?" Misha asked confused.

"Just do it. You trust me right?"

"Yeah I do. Wait, I will send it to you."

"Send me a screenshot of his text messages too." Misha did what he asked and Ibraheem put her on speaker as he read the text messages and scoffed internally. Does this kid even know who he was messing with?

"Ibraheem, I am so scared." Misha said softly into the phone and Ibraheem could swear he felt like she was sitting right beside him in the passenger seat with her huge blue eyes that were looking at him pleadingly in silent help.

"Now, listen to me clearly, no one, and I mean no one, especially not this guy will hurt you as long as I am here. I mean it. I will handle him. Just trust me on this. No harm will come to you, your family or your friends. That is my promise to you, meri jaan. You have my heart, I can't let anyone hurt you now, can I? Don't worry, you got me. Now, I want you to go back to whatever you were doing and then sleep peacefully. Leave this to me. Alright?"

"Will you be alright?" Misha asked as she wiped her nose.

"Are you worried about me?" Ibraheem joked like he always did but Misha's reply surprised him enough to make him speechless for a few seconds.

"Yes, I am. I don't want to see you hurt." Misha replied honestly and Ibraheem could feel his heart warming up at her answer.

"I definitely cannot afford to get hurt then." Ibraheem smiled into the phone and Misha smiled for the first time ever since she had seen the text.

"You absolutely cannot."

"Do you feel better now?" Ibraheem asked while the wheels in his head were already turning on what he planned to do next to Zahid Sheikh.

"Unexpectedly, yeah. Thank you Ibraheem for this. All of it."

"Don't thank me. There is so much more I can do for you. Go to sleep now, meri jaan. Leave it to Hiba here to save the day." Misha giggled at that and Ibraheem loved every minute of that sound.

"Alright. Good night, Ibraheem, Allah hafiz." Misha said gently as she felt her body and soul relaxing.

"Allah hafiz, meri jaan. I love you." With that Misha hung up, of course, Zoya and Rubab had heard every word of what he had said and for some reason, the soothing effect had traveled to them as well. Zoya wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Misha while Rubab smirked at Misha.

"I love you huh?" Zoya's eyes twinkled with mischievousness.

"Meri Jaan, eh?" Rubab added.

"Stop you guys." Misha covered her face in her hands as she felt her cheeks flush. It was the first time he had called her meri jaan and no matter how much she denied everything, she really liked the sound of it. The way he said it. It sounded so sincere, so real, and just so raw. Little by little, the highly protected and thick walls of Misha's feelings were starting to crack all because of one tall, very intimidating and slightly crazy Ibraheem Narejo and Misha didn't know if she was entirely opposed to the idea or not and frankly, it scared her a little.

....

Meanwhile, Ibraheem Narejo had successfully bought the plane tickets to Lahore which were supposed to leave at 5 a.m. meaning in just a few hours. The moment Misha had hung up, he had grabbed his pistol from the dashboard of his car and let out a magazine of bullets outside to ease his boiling rage but to no avail. Zahid Sheikh's words from the screenshot coupled with Misha's crying kept replaying in his head like a broken record. He had texted Kamran to come out of the farmhouse where the mehndi was happening to talk to him about what was going down. While Kamran was coming out, Ibraheem dialed Fahad's number.

"Salam bhai, shadi kaisi ja rahi hai? (Salam brother, how is the wedding going?)" Fahad greeted Ibraheem in his chill demeanor as he stretched on his couch while flipping through channels back at his own house.

"Achi ja rahi hai. (It's going good.) We are leaving for Lahore at 5. I already booked your and Kamran's tickets." Fahad knew that the mention of Lahore only meant one thing. Misha Bhabhi.

"What did bhabhi do now?" Fahad asked with a smirk, not bothered at all by the fact that he was supposed to leave for Lahore in a few hours.

"She didn't do anything. Someone did something to her." Ibraheem clenched his jaw remembering Zahid Sheikh's words. Jidher bhagna hai bhaag lou Misha Yousaf. Isko tou men batata hun. Aisi ki taisi. (I will show him exactly who he is messing with. I will screw him over.) Ibraheem thought as he looked into the distance with menacing look.

"Oh really?" The grin on Fahad's face widened.

"I will tell you the details when we meet. Pack the important stuff and meet me in an hour at the airport."

"Okay bro. Meet you in a bit. Allah hafiz." With that Fahad hung up and Kamran walked towards Ibraheem. Kamran rose his eyebrow the moment he looked at Ibraheem's tensed stance with one hand on his phone and the other holding a pistol.

"Everything okay bhai?"

"No. We are going to Lahore today at 5. Grab the important stuff. I already booked our flights." Ibraheem kept it precise.

"Did something happen to Bhabhi?" Kamran questioned in sheer curiosity.

"Yeah. I will tell you and Fahad on the way." Ibraheem answered and after that he dialed another number that picked up on the third ring. Ibraheem didn't even wait for him to reply before he said what he wanted to.

"Jidher bhagna hai bhaag le, Zahid Sheikh. (Run wherever you want while you still can, Zahid Sheikh.)"