Mafia's possessive love 3

Chapter 13

Ibrahim stood nervously outside his father's study, a mix of determination and anxiety etched on his face. He took a deep breath and knocked on the mahogany door. The room was filled with the scent of aged wood and leather-bound books. The anticipation hung heavy in the air as Adeel, engrossed in some paperwork, looked up with a furrowed brow.

The door creaked open, revealing Ibrahim's silhouette against the soft glow of the hallway lights. Adeel's stern expression softened when he saw his son, a mirror image of his younger self, standing there. He gestured for Ibrahim to enter, and as he did, Adeel closed the door behind them.

Adeel, still puzzled, looked at Ibrahim and asked, "Why are you here this time, son?"

Ibrahim hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Is there a problem, Dad? Who brought Mehak here?" His voice held a hint of concern and confusion.

Adeel furrowed his brows in response, "What does that mean?"

Ibrahim sighed, a mix of frustration and disbelief on his face. "Dad, you've been calling every man who brings Mehak here, saying that I left. What's going on?"

Adeel's eyes widened in realization, his gaze shifting between concern and understanding. The weight of the situation settled on him, and he took a moment to absorb the gravity of the misunderstanding. Ibrahim, waiting for an explanation, couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration and disappointment.

Meanwhile, in Ibrahim's room, Mehak sat on the edge of the neatly made bed, her tear-stained face buried in her hands. She whispered to herself, "If they kidnapped me, why?" Her mind raced with confusion and fear, trying to make sense of the events that unfolded.

Ibrahim, still processing the information, nodded slowly. "Dad, we need to fix this. Father and son exchanged a determined glance, ready to unravel the truth behind the tangled web of confusion that threatened to tear apart the bonds of trust and love within their family.

The soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminated Sameera's room as she sat cross-legged on her neatly made bed, phone pressed against her ear. The room exuded a calm ambiance with pastel-colored walls and the faint scent of lavender. Sameera's voice carried a tone of excitement as she spoke to her sister Farha, who was on the other end of the line.

"You won't believe what happened today, Farha," Sameera said, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Farha's voice crackled through the phone, "What's going on, Sameera api (elder sister)? You sound like you've got some juicy gossip."

Sameera chuckled, "Oh, it's more than just gossip. You know what  Ibrahim, "

"Ibrahim what?," Farha replied, curiosity evident in her voice.

"Well, brace yourself for this – Adeel brought home a beautiful girl for Ibrahim!" Sameera exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

A pause ensued on the other end of the line, and then Farha's voice erupted in excitement, "What? That's massive news! But, wait, do you think Ibrahim will actually take an interest in her?"

Sameera burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. "Farha, you won't believe it! Adeel did it because of Ibrahim's interest! Can you imagine? Ibrahim has this charm, and it seems he can't help but attract attention from girls."

Farha gasped, "No way! Ibrahim, the silent charmer? That's a shocker. How did Adeel jiju even know about this girl?"

Sameera leaned back against the headboard, twirling a strand of her hair. "Apparently, Mehak – that's the girl's name – Ibrahim saw her in the cinema hall , and Adeel thought bringing her home will be good idea