Mafia's possessive love 3

Chapter 42

Mehak sat on the plush couch, nestled together in a cocoon of comfort. Ibrahim's arm was draped casually around Mehak's shoulders, his touch a reassuring anchor in the sea of uncertainty that had clouded their relationship."Sweetheart," Ibrahim's voice broke the tranquil silence, his gaze tender as he looked into Mehak's eyes, 

"we will do our breakfast here only, only you and me."Mehak felt a flutter of warmth in her chest at his words, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The intimacy of sharing a meal together in the privacy of their own space felt like a precious gift, a moment of respite from the outside world.Just as Mehak began to relax into Ibrahim's embrace, a soft knock on the door shattered the tranquility of the moment. 

Mehak's brow furrowed in confusion as she turned to see the maids entering the room, bearing trays laden with breakfast delicacies.Her heart sank as she took in the sight before her. Noodles, vanilla shake, an assortment of fruits, and a platter of cookies adorned the trays, a stark contrast to the traditional breakfast fare she had grown accustomed to.

 Mehak's shock was palpable as she turned to Ibrahim, her eyes wide with disbelief."Ibrahim..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "what is all this?"Ibrahim met her gaze with a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I know this is your food," he said simply, his tone filled with affection.Mehak's mind raced as she tried to make sense of the scene before her.

 Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Ibrahim would go to such lengths to cater to her culinary preferences. It was a gesture so thoughtful, so unexpected, that it left her speechless.As the maids set the trays down on the coffee table before them, Mehak couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Ibrahim. 

Despite their differences, despite the obstacles they had faced, he had always been attuned to her needs in ways she had never imagined.With a trembling hand, Mehak reached out to grasp Ibrahim's, her fingers intertwining with his in a silent gesture of gratitude. In that moment, she realized just how deeply she cared for him, how much she cherished the bond they shared.

Together, they sat on the couch, their fingers brushing against each other as they shared a meal unlike any they had shared before. The noodles were savory, the vanilla shake creamy and indulgent, each bite a testament to Ibrahim's unwavering devotion.

As they ate, Mehak felt the weight of their past grievances melting away, replaced by a sense of warmth and understanding. In Ibrahim's presence, she felt safe, cherished, loved. And as she looked into his eyes, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their love for each other.

The morning sun continued to rise in the sky, casting a golden hue over the room as Ibrahim and Mehak lingered on the couch, lost in each other's company. And as they savored the last few bites of their unconventional breakfast, Mehak couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism for the future.For in Ibrahim's embrace, she had found a affection that was steadfast, unwavering, and true.

 And in that moment, she knew that no matter what the future held, they would always find a way back to each other, bound by a love that was stronger than any obstacle.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky painted in shades of dusky indigo as Mehak sat alone in her room, the soft glow of lamplight casting a warm halo around her. The hours had passed in a blur, the solitude of the empty house echoing the emptiness she felt inside.Ibrahim's absence weighed heavily on her heart, a silent reminder of the growing chasm between them. She had spent the day lost in her thoughts, her mind wandering back to their breakfast together, to the tender moments they had shared before he had left for the office.

But as the minutes stretched into hours, and the shadows lengthened across the room, Mehak couldn't shake the sense of unease that gnawed at her insides. With each passing moment, her anxiety grew, a tangled web of worry and doubt that threatened to consume her.And then, just as she was beginning to lose hope, she heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, followed by the soft shuffle of footsteps in the hallway. Her heart leaped in her chest as she rose from her seat, her pulse quickening with anticipation.Ibrahim entered the room, his features drawn with exhaustion, his shoulders slumped with the weight of the day's burdens. Mehak's heart ached at the sight of him, the distance between them feeling more palpable than ever before

."Sorry, Mehak," Ibrahim's voice was heavy with regret as he crossed the room to stand before her, his eyes filled with apology. "I had a lot of work today, so I came back home late."Mehak forced a smile, though the ache in her chest refused to dissipate. "It's okay," she said softly, her words tinged with resignation. "Let's eat dinner now."Ibrahim's gaze softened as he looked into Mehak's eyes, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.

 "You haven't eaten your dinner yet?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.Mehak shook her head, a faint blush staining her cheeks. "No," she admitted quietly, her gaze dropping to the floor."Why?" Ibrahim's voice was gentle, his concern palpable as he reached out to tilt Mehak's chin upwards, forcing her to meet his gaze."Because I was waiting for you," Mehak whispered, her voice barely above a whisper

.For a moment, there was silence between them, the weight of Mehak's words hanging heavy in the air. And then, slowly, as if realizing the depth of her sacrifice for the first time, Ibrahim's eyes widened in shock."You were waiting for me?" he repeated, his voice barely a whisper as he searched Mehak's face for confirmation.Mehak nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she met Ibrahim's gaze with unwavering determination.

 "I wanted to eat with you," she said simply, her voice filled with longing.In that moment, the distance between them melted away, replaced by a sense of connection that transcended the barriers of time and space. 

And as Ibrahim wrapped his arms around Mehak, pulling her close in a tender embrace, she felt a sense of peace settle over her, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their effection for each other.