Mafia's possessive love 3

Chapter 5

Ibrahim had never been one to believe in love but as he strolled through the vibrant county fair, he felt a sensation unlike any other he'd experienced. Amidst the colorful rides, tantalizing aromas of cotton candy, and joyous laughter of the fairgoers, he spotted her – Mehak. She was a vision of beauty, a masterpiece crafted by the heavens.

Her flowing hair, the color of midnight, tumbled over her shoulders and framed a face so exquisite it could make poets weep. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of hazel, twinkled like stars in the night sky, and her smile radiated an irresistible charm that captivated everyone in her vicinity.

Ibrahim's heart raced at the sight of her, and for the first time in his life, he was rendered speechless. The cacophony of the fairground faded into the background, and all he could hear was the rapid thud of his heart in his chest. He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by the enchanting aura that surrounded her.

But then, as if awakening from a dream, he realized what he was doing. He felt a flush of embarrassment and self-consciousness wash over him. He was just a stranger in the crowd, an invisible spectator to her world, and he had been staring for far too long.

With a sudden, awkward clearing of his throat, Ibrahim turned his face away, cheeks tinged with a blush. He forced himself to walk away, struggling to regain his composure. It was time to leave the fair, to escape the bewitching spell Mehak had cast upon him.

On the other side of the fair, Mehak continued to enjoy her time, oblivious to the stranger's intense gaze. She reveled in the laughter, the whirl of the merry-go-round, and the sweet taste of cotton candy on her lips. Little did she know that her ethereal beauty had entrapped a passing admirer, and the memory of her would linger in his thoughts for a long time, a mesmerizing phantom haunting his heart.

Ibrahim, after his mesmerizing moment with Mehak at the fair, turned away and quickly scanned the crowded area for Ira, He spotted her at a nearby ice cream stand, her face smeared with the remnants of a melting treat, and a look of pure delight in her eyes.

He approached her, his face bearing an expression of determination mixed with concern. "Ira," he said in a stern tone, "it's time to go home. We have to leave." He tried to keep his voice firm but gentle.

Ira blinked in surprise, her innocent eyes widening. "But, brother," she protested, "we just got here. It's not fair to leave so soon. I want to go on more rides and have more ice cream."

Ibrahim's patience waned, and his brows furrowed in annoyance. "Ira," he said, his voice laced with frustration, "I told you we're leaving, and that's final. There's no more discussion about it."

Ira sensed the seriousness in her brother's tone and reluctantly nodded, her disappointment evident on her face. She handed her half-eaten ice cream to a puzzled friend and began to follow Ibrahim as they made their way out of the fair. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of sadness and frustration, wishing she could have enjoyed the fair just a little longer.

Ibrahim had just dropped Ira off at her house and returned to his own grand mansion. As he stepped inside, the opulent surroundings were in stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions he'd experienced at the fair. His parents, Adeel and Sameera, were seated on the couch in the spacious living room, engaged in a hushed conversation.

Ibrahim joined them, taking a seat beside them. The atmosphere in the room was somber, and it was clear that this was not just an ordinary family chat. As he settled in, Adeel, his father, cleared his throat, and the gravity of the moment hung heavy in the air.

"Son," Adeel began, his voice steady but carrying a sense of earnestness, "we need to talk to you about something important."

Ibrahim, sensing the impending conversation, leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "What is it, Dad?" he inquired.

Adeel exchanged a brief glance with Sameera before continuing, "We've been thinking, Ibrahim. It's time for you to consider marriage."

Ibrahim's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he looked at his parents incredulously. "No way, Dad," he said vehemently, his voice firm. "I don't want to marry. I'm not ready for that."

Sameera nodded in agreement, her expression sympathetic. "Ibrahim, we understand it might seem sudden, but we believe it's the right time for you to think about your future, to settle down."

Ibrahim shook his head, his emotions running high. "I have other priorities right now, things I want to achieve before even thinking about marriage. Besides, I'm not in a rush. Why can't you just let me live my life the way I want?"

Adeel and Sameera exchanged worried glances, realizing that this was going to be a challenging conversation. Ibrahim was determined, and their request had clearly struck a chord with him. They had to find a way to make him understand the importance they attached to his settling down, but for now, they had to tread carefully.

AT NIGHT 

The moon cast a gentle glow over the dining table as Ibrahim and the Khan family gathered for a shared dinner. The table was adorned with a sumptuous spread of dishes, and the room was filled with the warm aroma of home-cooked food. The family conversation flowed naturally, and laughter was frequent.

As they savored the delicious meal, Adeel cleared his throat, his gaze thoughtful as he looked at his son. The atmosphere was comfortable and familial, which made it an ideal moment to address an important matter.

Adeel's voice broke through the chatter as he asked, "Ibrahim, have you ever thought about having a girlfriend?"

Ibrahim paused, his fork halfway to his mouth, and looked up, a touch surprised by the question. He considered his father's inquiry, then replied, "No, Dad, I haven't really thought about it. I don't want a girlfriend right now."

Adeel continued, his expression curious, "Ibrahim, you're a young man, and it's natural to think about these things. Don't you feel like you have your needs, your desires?"

Ibrahim met his father's gaze, a hint of determination in his eyes. "I understand that, Dad," he said, his tone composed. "But I don't like the idea of dating nowadays. It feels like so many girls are artificial, and the whole dating scene just doesn't appeal to me."

Adeel and Sameera exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of understanding and concern. They respected their son's decision and individuality, but it was clear that this topic was a complex one, and they weren't entirely sure how to respond. In that moment, they realized that they needed to tread carefully, allowing Ibrahim to make his own choices and respecting his viewpoint while also offering guidance when the time was right. The dinner continued, each member of the family deep in their own thoughts, the night slowly settling in around them.