After breakfast metal came back into the room and Ibrahim also followed her when she reached near bed and suddenly Ibrahim hugged her from behind.
Ibrahim said "you look more beautiful when you smile" mehak blushes hearing this and Ibrahim said "I will make love to you" saying that he was about to take her in his lab but mehak said
",No we will do it at night not now you go to your work" hearing this Ibrahim looks at her face and said "we will do it one round" then I will go to my office
Mehak said "I know you very well" . You said one round but will do 100 hundred hearing this. Ibrahim laughed and said "you are so cute" ohk right now I am going but at night I will not let you sleep so just sleep and take rest.
Mehak nobbled her head and Ibrahim went out from there after kissing her forehead
On the other side Sameera calls Farha and tells her to come into her house as she has some gossip. Hearing this farha eyes light up and she said "I am coming" saying that she cuts the call.
After some time Farha arrived at the grand Khan mansion, its imposing facade illuminated by the soft glow of evening lights. She ascended the marble steps, her anticipation mingled with a hint of trepidation.
This visit held the promise of unveiling long-held mysteries, the kind that whispered secrets in the corridors of memory.Inside, the air carried the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a familiar fragrance that enveloped her senses. Sameera greeted her with a warm smile, her eyes alight with an enigmatic spark. "Farha, you're here. Come, let's sit and talk."Seated in the opulent drawing room, Farha observed Sameera with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "You mentioned something about Mehak?" she inquired, her voice tinged with anticipation.Sameera's smile widened, a ripple of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Yes, my dear sister Something quite extraordinary has happened," she began, her words weaving a tapestry of intrigue. "Mehak has been... different lately.
"Farha's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to comprehend the implications of Sameera's revelation. "Different? How so?" she pressed, her voice barely above a whisper."Mehak," Sameera continued, her tone tinged with wonder, "she speaks to us, she behaves with us... sweetly.
"The words hung in the air, with disbelief. Farha's eyes widened in astonishment, her mind struggling to reconcile this newfound reality with the familiar image of the reserved Mehak she had known for years. "But... why?" she finally managed to utter, her voice betraying a hint of incredulity.Sameera's laughter tinkled like wind chimes on a balmy evening, carrying with it the wisdom of ages and the lightness of a secret shared. "My son, Ibrahim," she revealed, her gaze softening with maternal pride, "he knows how to handle a naive girl like Mehak.
"A kaleidoscope of emotions swirled within Farha's chest - astonishment, amusement, and a glimmer of admiration. She marveled at the intricacies of human relationships, at the delicate dance of understanding and manipulation that wove the fabric of their lives. "Ibrahim," she repeated, the name resonating like a whispered prayer in the sanctum of her thoughts.
A smile tugged at the corners of Farha's lips, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities of the human heart. "How even is this possible?" she mused, her mind a whirlwind of questions and possibilities. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, she found solace in the enduring power of love and the transformative magic it wove.As the evening waned and shadows lengthened, Farha bid farewell to Sameera, her heart lighter than it had been in ages. She walked into the night, her steps guided by the gentle pull of destiny and the promise of new beginnings.
In the quiet solitude of her thoughts, she carried with her the echoes of Sameera's laughter and the enigma of Mehak's transformation. For in the labyrinth of life, where mysteries abound and destinies intertwine, Farha knew that sometimes, the most profound truths lay hidden in the spaces between words waiting to be discovered, waiting to be embraced.
On the other hand Ibrahim was extremely happy with Mehak's behavior. He finished all his work fastly and went out from there in a way he drove while only thinking about mehak.
Soon he reached his house and runs towards his room as he enters in his room he saw mehak combing her hair he looks at her with lots of affection and then said
.mehak. Mehak turn her face and looks at him with a small smile in her lips she puts the comb in the table and went towards him and said
"hi how was your day"? Hearing this Ibrahim couldn't believe his ears he said "what"? How was your day Ibrahim? Ibrahim just looks at her without blinking his eyes and said then after five minutes "it was fine"
Mehak smiled and said "let me bring water for you" Ibrahim could not believe all this he asked "you will what"? I will bring water for you " saying that Mehak left the room leaving Ibrahim in shock.
The kitchen exudes warmth, a comforting cocoon of familiarity amidst the chaos of everyday life. Mehak stood by the sink, the cool ceramic of the glass clutched in her hand offering solace against the weariness that weighed upon her.
She filled it with crystal-clear water, the gentle gurgling of the faucet a soothing melody in the quietude of the evening.As she turned to leave, the soft glow of the hallway beckoned, casting a golden halo around the figure that stood there.
Farha, radiant in her elegance, greeted her with a smile that illuminated the room like a burst of sunlight on a cloudy day.''Hi, beautiful. How are you?" Farha's words, like delicate petals unfurling in the breeze, carried with them a warmth that wrapped around Mehak's heart like a gentle embrace.Mehak's gaze met Farha's, her eyes reflecting the kindness that radiated from her maasi's soul.
A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a beacon of light amidst the shadows that lingered at the edges of her consciousness. "I am fine, maasi. How are you?" she replied, her voice a soft melody that danced on the air.Farha's breath caught in her throat, her heart stuttering in its rhythm like a startled bird taking flight. She blinked, her mind struggling to process the sight before her - Mehak, transformed into a vision of grace and poise, her smile like a sunrise painting the world in hues of possibility.The silence stretched between them, pregnant with unspoken questions and untold secrets. Farha searched Mehak's eyes, seeking answers in their depths, yet finding only the reflection of her own wonder mirrored back at her.How had this transformation come to pass? What alchemy had wrought such a profound change in the girl who had once been a shy and reticent presence in their lives?Mehak's laughter, like a stream cascading over smooth stones, shattered the stillness of the moment, dispelling the doubts that lingered in Farha's mind like wisps of fog. "Maasi, why do you look so surprised?" she teased, her voice a melody that danced on the air.Farha shook her head, a bemused smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"It's just... you seem different somehow," she confessed, her words tinged with a hint of wonder.Mehak's smile softened, her eyes sparkling with mischief and mirth. "Perhaps I am," she replied cryptically, her words hanging in the air like the scent of jasmine on a summer breeze.Farha watched her, a myriad of emotions swirling within her chest - disbelief, curiosity, and a flicker of something deeper, something she dared not name.
She reached out, her hand hovering in the space between them like a bridge spanning the divide of uncertainty."Mehak," she began, her voice a whisper that echoed in the caverns of her soul, "whatever has brought about this change in you, I... I am happy for you."Mehak's smile widened, a beacon of light in the gathering dusk.
"Thank you, maasi," she said, her voice a soft melody that wrapped around Farha's heart like a comforting embrace.In that moment, as they stood together in the hushed stillness of the hallway, Farha knew that some mysteries were meant to remain unsolved, some transformations beyond the grasp of mortal understanding. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, she found solace in the simple truth that love, in all its myriad forms, had the power to work miracles - even in the most unexpected of places.
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Mafia's possessive love 3
RomanceIbrahim Khan, a successful but enigmatic individual, becomes dangerously obsessed with the beautiful and naive Mehak. His obsession knows no bounds, leading him to employ manipulative tactics and invasive methods to keep her close. As the story unfo...
