Mafia's possessive love 3

Chapter 31

The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, gently coaxing Mehak awake. As she slowly blinked her eyes open, she found herself nestled in the comfort of her bed, the warmth of her covers cocooning her.

Stretching languidly, she sat up, her mind still heavy with the remnants of sleep.But as her gaze fell upon the foot of the bed, her heart skipped a beat. There, peacefully slumbering, was Ibrahim. His features softened by sleep, he looked so serene, so utterly at peace. A wave of confusion washed over Mehak. How did he end up here?Her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, tracing the curve of his jaw, the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

Then, shaking off her bewilderment, she slipped out of bed with a silent grace, careful not to disturb him.In the bathroom, Mehak splashed cool water on her face, trying to clear the fog of sleep from her mind. Thoughts raced through her head, questions clamoring for answers. What had happened last night? How had Ibrahim ended up on the floor?

When she returned to the bedroom, Ibrahim was awake, sitting up against the headboard, his gaze fixed on her. Their eyes met, a silent exchange passing between them, laden with unspoken words and untold emotions.Mehak's heart hammered in her chest as Ibrahim rose from the bed and crossed the room towards her. His presence enveloped her, drawing her in like a magnet. She stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear her gaze away from his.With a tender smile, Ibrahim reached out, cupping her face in his hands.

His touch was gentle, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek with featherlight caresses. Mehak's breath caught in her throat as she leaned into his touch, her eyes closing of their own accord."Good morning, doll," Ibrahim whispered, his voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down Mehak's spine.But Mehak remained silent, her words trapped in the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.

She searched Ibrahim's eyes, seeking answers, seeking solace, seeking everything she didn't know she needed.In that moment, time seemed to stand still as they stood there, locked in each other's gaze, the world outside fading into insignificance. And then, without a word, Ibrahim leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a tender kiss.

It was a fleeting touch, a promise of things to come, of words left unspoken and emotions left uncharted. But in that brief moment, Mehak felt like Ibrahim wanted to say something to her, setting her soul ablaze with longing and desire.

As they pulled away, Mehak's lips tingled with the memory of his kiss, her heart fluttering like a trapped bird in her chest. But still, she couldn't find the words to speak, couldn't unravel the tangled web of emotions entwining her heart.And so, with a silent nod, Ibrahim released her from his embrace, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before he turned away, leaving Mehak alone with her thoughts, her heart still racing, her mind still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions that had swept through her.In the quiet of the room,

Mehak closed her eyes, savoring the memory of Ibrahim's touch, the warmth of his lips against hers. And as she stood there, bathed in the soft morning light, she knew that whatever the future held, whatever trials and tribulations awaited them, she would face them head-on.

After taking a shower Ibrahim descended the stairs, the sound of his footsteps echoing softly through the silent house. As he reached the bottom step, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm breakfast greeted him, drawing him towards the inviting glow of the dining area.

There, seated at the polished wooden table, were his parents, Sameera and Adeel, their faces illuminated by the soft morning light streaming in through the windows.

Their eyes brightened at the sight of Ibrahim, their smiles warm and welcoming as they beckoned him closer."Good morning, Ibrahim," Sameera said, her voice soft and melodic, tinged with a hint of motherly affection."Good morning, Ammi, dad," Ibrahim replied, returning their smiles as he approached the table.

Without hesitation, Ibrahim set about preparing his breakfast plate, deftly selecting his favorite items from the array of dishes laid out before him. His movements were confident and practiced, a testament to years of morning routines and cherished traditions.But as he arranged the food on his plate, Sameera's brow furrowed in confusion, her gaze lingering on her son with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"Why are you doing this, Ibrahim?" she asked, her voice gentle but tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, why are you making breakfast for yourself? Let me do it for you."Ibrahim paused, his hands hovering over the plate as he considered his mother's words. He knew that Sameera's offer came from a place of love and care, a desire to nurture and protect her son. But there was something else, something he needed to convey, something that weighed heavily on his heart."No, Ammi," Ibrahim said softly, his voice tinged with determination.

"I'm making the plate for Mehak."The words hung in the air, a quiet declaration that seemed to reverberate through the room, sending shockwaves through the hearts of his parents. Sameera and Adeel exchanged a glance, their eyes widening in surprise as they struggled to process Ibrahim's unexpected revelation.For years, Ibrahim had been the dutiful son, the obedient child who followed the path laid out for him without question or hesitation. But now, in this moment, he was not the same person whom they know he is

As Sameera and Adeel watched in stunned silence, Ibrahim continued to assemble his breakfast plate, his movements steady and sure. There was a newfound confidence in his demeanor, a quiet strength that seemed to radiate from within as he carried out his task with quiet determination.

And in that moment, Sameera and Adeel realized that their son was no longer the same man , but a man who knew what he wanted and was willing to fight for it, no matter the cost.

As Ibrahim finished preparing his breakfast, he turned to his parents, his gaze unwavering as he met their astonished stares."I like her Ammi, Dad" he said simply, his voice filled with conviction. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make her happy."And with those words, Ibrahim turned away, leaving his stunned parents to ponder the depth of his commitment and the strength of his liking

For in that moment, they knew that their son is deeply affected with mehak and as they watched him walk away, his footsteps echoing softly through the upstairs Sameera and Adeel knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, no matter what obstacles they might face, they would stand by their son, supporting him, guiding him, and loving him every step of the way.

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Author Mehak