All Over Again

Chapter 67

Misha's POV:

At first, Ibraheem had suggested that we stay in Pearl Continental Lahore before going back to Karachi for the next function but I had decided against it. The flight was hardly going to take two hours and I just wanted to go to Ibraheem's room. His real room. Not some hotel room. This night was precious to me so I was willing to go the extra mile for it.

"Meri jaan, you must be tired, we can stay at the hotel if you want?" Ibraheem suggested again but I gently shook my head. His furrowed eyebrows were so cute.

"I am tired but I still want to go to your house and to your room." I whispered because I didn't want Kamran or Fahad to hear me. Kamran was on the driver's seat and Fahad had taken the passenger seat. We were driving to the airport to take the private jet back to Karachi. "You are not tired, are you?"

"Oh? Not at all. I can go on all night long today and-" I held unto his hand tightly to shut him up because this conversation was getting too awkward for the people inside this car. He just smirked in return.

"So, ab ap officially humari Bhabhi hen, huh? (So, you are officially our sister in law now, huh?)" Fahad added while taking out his phone. "Ap dono ko dekh kar dil karta hai men bhi shadi kara hi lun. (Looking at you two makes me want to get married too.)"

"Tum jis se shadi karna chahte ho woh tumhe bemaari ki tarah avoid karti hai. (The girl you want to marry avoids you like the plague.)" Ibraheem remarked with a smirk.

"Haw, nahi. Yeh tumhe kisne keh diya? Aisay tou nahi hai. Haina bhabhi? (Haw, no. Who said this to you? It's not like that. Right, sister in law?)"

"Men kuch nahi kehna. (I am not commenting on anything.)"

"Ay, Bhabhi abhi pehla din hai apko shadi ka and ap abhi se diplomacy par agayi hen. (Ay, it's only the first day of your married life and you are already speaking like a true diplomat.)" Kamran nudged Fahad in the shoulder while continuing to look forward making Fahad sigh out loud. "Pouch le bhai tu bhi pouch le. Sakoon mil jayega teri rooh ko. (Go ahead and ask brother. Ask so your soul can find peace.)"

"Kya pouchna hai? (What do you want to ask?)" I looked at Kamran though I knew where this was going already.

"Bhabhi, Zoya pakka arahi hai na Waleemay par? (Sister in law, is Zoya coming to the Waleema for sure?)" Why am I not surprised to hear this?

"Gee, arahi hai. (Yes, she is.)" And for the first time I had seen Kamran's expressionless face turn slightly hopeful. His eyes brightened up and his mouth twitched upwards. He really was into Zoya, huh? I hope things work out for the best between them.

"Chothi chothi khushiyan iski. (Ah, such little joy he has.)" Fahad mocked and Kamran just gave him the cold shoulder as he continued to drive.

The rest of the car ride was silent as I rested my head on Ibraheem's shoulder while he just talked with the two of them about random things. I decided to take a short nap because I was sure the night was going to be long. I was jolted awake when Ibraheem shook me gently and said we had arrived at the airport.

"Misha, I want you to meet a few of my cousins. They will be traveling with us. They are slightly crazy so just uh, brace yourself for it." Ibraheem said with a nervous look on his face. What did he mean by brace yourself? There are people crazier than Ibraheem?

Ibraheem put his hand around my waist as we took a separate door to the private jet since our attire was attracting eyes. As we were walking towards the private jet, I saw 5 men and 2 women standing near the entrance. They looked at me expectantly and I gulped. They really seemed like Ibraheem's cousins. They were oozing with power and had a dark aura around them. I was scared to find out just how terrifying they actually were.