Mafia's possessive love 3

Chapter 35

Mehak sat perched on the edge of the bed, her thoughts wandering through the corridors of her mind like a lost traveler seeking solace. The soft rustle of curtains danced with the breeze, casting playful shadows across the room, while the gentle hum of distant birdsong lent a serene melody to the air.

Sameera glided towards her, her presence a soothing balm amidst the quietude. With each graceful step, she exuded an aura of maternal warmth, her eyes alight with a tender resolve. As she settled beside Mehak on the bed, the mattress dipped with the weight of unspoken words.

"Mehak," Sameera began, her voice a gentle caress against the silence, "I have only one child, and I can do anything for his happiness."

Mehak's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening with a mixture of astonishment and apprehension. She watched Sameera's face, searching for the hidden depths behind her words, but found only sincerity reflected in her gaze.

"And right now," Sameera continued, her voice soft yet resolute, "his happiness is in you."

The words hung heavy in the air, a revelation that seemed to defy logic and reason. Mehak felt a surge of disbelief rising within her, threatening to engulf her in a whirlpool of uncertainty. She struggled to comprehend the magnitude of Sameera's declaration, the weight of responsibility that now rested upon her shoulders.

"I just wanted you to blush," Sameera confessed, a tender smile gracing her lips, "when Ibrahim came back into the room."

Mehak's heart skipped a beat, her mind reeling with disbelief. Ibrahim—her beloved Ibrahim—whose mere presence had the power to ignite her soul with passion and longing. To hear Sameera speak his name in such a context was beyond comprehension, beyond belief.

She turned towards the door, her pulse quickening with anticipation as she awaited Ibrahim's return. And when he stepped into the room, his eyes alight with affection and tenderness, Mehak felt a blush creeping up her cheeks—a blush born not of embarrassment, but of disbelief and wonder.

"Ibrahim," Sameera called out, her voice tinged with maternal pride, "look at Mehak. Look at the happiness she brings you."

Ibrahim's gaze softened as he met Mehak's eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He crossed the room in swift strides, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions that raged within Mehak's heart.

"What is it, mom?" he inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Sameera smiled, her eyes twinkling with affection as she gestured towards Mehak. "Can't you see, Ibrahim? She holds the key to your happiness."

Mehak felt her breath catch in her throat, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. To hear Sameera speak with such conviction, to know that Ibrahim's happiness hinged upon her presence—it was a revelation that left her trembling with emotion.

"Ibrahim," Mehak whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I don't know what to say. I never imagined…"

Ibrahim reached out, taking her hand in his with a tenderness that spoke volumes. "You don't have to say anything, Mehak," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos of her thoughts. "Just know that you are loved, more deeply than you can possibly imagine."

And as Mehak gazed into Ibrahim's eyes, she felt a sense of peace wash over her—a peace born of the knowledge that she held a place in his heart, now and forever. With a whispered prayer of gratitude on her lips, she leaned into his embrace, knowing that together, they would weather any storm that came their way.

In the quiet intimacy of the night, the world outside seemed to hush its cacophony, granting a serene sanctuary to Mehak and Ibrahim within the walls of their shared haven. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, casting a gentle luminescence over every corner, while the faint murmur of distant crickets lent a soothing melody to the air.

Mehak sat nestled against the pillows, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush that danced across her features like a whispered secret. Ibrahim, ever the attentive companion, sat beside her on the bed, his eyes alight with a warmth that mirrored the flickering flame of a candle in the dark.

As Ibrahim's fingers intertwined with Mehak's, a tender smile graced his lips, a silent testament to the joy that blossomed within his heart at her touch. He watched as her blush deepened, a sight that never failed to stir a symphony of emotions within him—a delicate interplay of adoration and affection.

"Did you like me?" Ibrahim asked, his voice a gentle murmur in the tranquil embrace of the night, his gaze fixed on Mehak's with unwavering intensity.

Mehak felt her heart flutter at the question, her pulse quickening with the weight of his words. She turned towards him, her eyes meeting his in a silent exchange that spoke volumes.

"Maybe," she whispered, her voice a breathless confession, her cheeks ablaze with a blush that mirrored the rosy hues of dawn.

Ibrahim's smile widened, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he leaned closer, his breath mingling with Mehak's in the shared space between them. With a tender touch, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin as if reluctant to part.

"Maybe," he echoed, his voice a gentle caress against the silence, his eyes sparkling with a playful glimmer.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still, suspended in the fragile embrace of their shared connection. Mehak felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of lightness and freedom that danced like fireflies in the night.

With a soft laugh, Ibrahim reached out, tracing patterns against Mehak's palm with the pad of his thumb—a silent symphony of affection that spoke volumes without the need for words. Mehak watched him with a mixture of wonder and delight, her heart swelling with a love that seemed to know no bounds.

Together, they sat in the quiet intimacy of the night, their hands entwined in a delicate dance of longing and desire. And as the moonlight spilled through the window, casting a gentle glow over their entwined forms, Mehak knew that she had found her home in the shelter of Ibrahim's embrace—a sanctuary where love knew no boundaries and time stood still in the sweet embrace of forever.

Note

Dear beautiful readers,

I hope this note finds you all in high spirits and great health. It feels wonderful to be back after a brief hiatus filled with festivities and celebrations. I've missed our daily interactions dearly, and I'm thrilled to announce that I'm back to work, ready to bring you your daily dose of storytelling magic.

Now, let's dive into today's chapter, shall we? Ah, the plot thickens as we delve deeper into the intricacies of Mehak and Ibrahim's budding relationship. Yes, you read that right—Mehak might just be starting to harbor feelings for Ibrahim! Can you believe it? I must admit, even I found myself surprised by this unexpected turn of events.

But fear not, dear readers, for the journey is just beginning, and there are many twists and turns yet to come. What will happen next, you ask? Ah, now that would be telling! But rest assured, the path ahead is paved with intrigue, romance, and perhaps even a few surprises along the way.

I invite you all to share your thoughts and predictions in the comments section below. What do you think will happen next in Mehak and Ibrahim's story? I can't wait to hear your theories and insights!

Until then, remember to keep liking, keep supporting, keep reading, and above all, keep smiling.

With love,

Author Mehak