Four days ago,

Ibraheem's POV:

The moment I had left the restaurant, I had taken the first plane back to Karachi and did what I thought I should have done years ago. My parents were sitting on the balcony having breakfast.

"Here comes my son that makes us all proud." My mother said proudly as she rose her cup of tea. I hugged her and then turned to my father to shake his hand before taking a seat.

"I have made you both proud by fulfilling your wishes. Now it's time for you to fulfill one of mine." I replied as I poured myself orange juice while my parents looked at me slightly taken aback.

"What do you mean, son?" I heard my father say in all seriousness as he placed his cup of tea down.

"There is a girl that I am in love with. I want you to go ask for her hand in marriage. Can you do that for your son?" I said it all at once and waited for my parents reaction.

"Is this why you have never liked any of the girls I have introduced to you?" My mother questioned me but she couldn't hide her joy and excitement.

"Yeah. She is the only one for me."

"I am so glad my son has decided to finally settle down. What is her name?"

"Misha Yousaf." The moment those words rolled out, different memories of her flashed in my head and I ended up smiling. They way she frowns, the way she laughs, the way she maintains a distance and hisses at me.

"Where is she from? How old is she? What is she studying? What does she look like?" I was bombarded with questions which I had expected from mother. It was a positive sign that she was showing interest.

"She is from Lahore. She is 21 and studying Fashion Design. This is what she looks like." I showed her a picture of Misha I had in my phone and mother nodded her head in approval. I then turned to my father for his reaction.

"Kya khayal hai begum? (What do you think, wife?)" I heard my father ask my mother for her opinion as she showed him the picture of Misha too.

"Bari pyari beeti lag rahi hai. (She looks like a beautiful child.) I say, we do what our son has suggested." Mother said and I felt my heart thump louder in my chest. I looked to my father for an answer in anticipation.

"Mere beetay ne pehli dafah mere se kuch dil se manga hai. Zaroor puri karunga khuwahish. (For the first time in my life, my son has asked me for something. I will definitely fulfill your wish.) She will be our daughter in law and your wife. I will go meet the family once I get done with the political obligations in a few days. You will handle everything while I am away alright?" I nodded immediately.

Misha, my little fox, I am doing what I think is right just like you told me.

.......

Current Day.

Qasim's POV continued:

The moment I heard the name of his son, it all started to make sense. I also noticed the look of realization dawning on the rest of my family members faces as well. Ibraheem was a name none of us were ever going to forget especially after the whole incident he had caused five years ago. I saw ammi and abbu exchanging glances with each other. Ammi gave me and Humayun a stern look to behave because she knew all too well that we had trouble controlling our tempers.

"Thank you for this proposal but we are very sorry, we cannot accept this marriage proposal." Abbu answer solemnly in a loud clear voice. For a fraction of a second that man, Ibraheem's father, looked angry and then he was back to maintaining a neutral expression on his face.

"May we know why?" The wife spoke up for the first time.

"Indeed. Humayun, can you bring your sister here?" Abbu beckoned Humayun who nodded as he got up to bring Misha here. I don't know if this was Misha's doing. I thought we had made it clear five years ago that this was not something we approved of. 

We all waited in silence as Humayun brought Misha into the room. Misha glanced at me, our parents and then finally at the guests with a look of pure confusion on her face. And then that confusion changed to absolute horror and I knew in that moment that my sister had nothing to do with them. She glanced at our parents and then at them and then back at our parents. She looked like she was going to have a panic attack. Her face had turned pale and her her lips quivered with fear.

"Come sit, my dear daughter." Our father said softly because I knew he had noticed that this was not Misha's doing. She sat down with trembling legs beside mother. "Tell me, do you know who these people are?"

Misha's POV:

Of course, I knew who that man was. He was Ibraheem's father. I had seen him in the news and when I was stalking Ibraheem years ago. OH MY GOD. WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? I KNEW THAT IDIOT COULDN'T MIND HIS BUSINESS. WAS HE THIS DETERMINED TO SIGN MY DEATH CERTIFICATE? ALLAH, SAVE ME. I gave one look to my father and he decided to drop the question.

"Saqib Narejo and his wife here have come to ask for your hand in marriage for their son, Ibraheem." Abbu told me softly and I literally stopped myself from gasping right there and then because it would have appeared rude. I took a sharp intake of breath as I looked at his father and mother.

"What?" The words slipped my tongue before I could control it. I wasn't even masking my shock now.

"I guess you had no prior knowledge of this then?" My father asked again and I nodded immediately while my mouth was still open from the news. The events were processing slowly in my head. It was hard to comprehend what was being said and what needed to be said. 

I didn't even know what to think but if I had known that this maut ka farishta (angel of death) was sitting here I would have bailed or something. They were asking for my hand in marriage? Was Ibraheem drunk or was his father high? With all due respect, this was messed up. Was this what he meant by 'doing what he thought was right'? How did he even get my address? Never mind, it's Ibraheem Narejo. No surprise there. But seriously what even?

"No, abbu, I don't know what is happening." I replied honestly and my father nodded in understanding as he turned towards his father and mother again. Saqib Khan Narejo in real life was so scary omg. I thought Ibraheem was intimidating but Saqib Narejo was a whole different level.

"Since you were direct with us, we will be direct with you too." Abbu started and I gulped. It was hard to even swallow my spit at this point. Madeeha Bhabhi had prepared and sent some appetizers and tea for them. 

All I wanted right now was to leave this highly stressful zone and drink water or something because I was going to die from the anxiety. Oddly enough, none of my family members were hostile towards me which was surprising since I had expected them to scold me first or something. I knew they were going to ask me questions later but right now, I felt safe and calm because I knew I had done nothing wrong this time. "As said before, we will have to refuse this proposal because our statuses and mindsets clearly do not match."

It was weird how I felt this pain in my chest when my father said he was refusing the proposal and yet I felt calm. I didn't know how to describe what I was feeling. The shock had numbed my body. The fact that Saqib Narejo was sitting in my living room asking my family for my hand in marriage for Ibraheem had completely shut down my brain. My brain wasn't loading or buffering the information. I decided to remain silent and let my family handle this for once.

"We know the lifestyle of politicians, sir. I suppose you and your son drink?" When Saqib Narejo didn't reply, abbu continued. "Dekhen, seedhi si baat hai. Hum shareef gharane ke log hen. Humen Allah ko naraz karne se bohat dar lagta hai. Humen apni beeti k liye bhi aisa hi shohar chaiye jo shiraab wagera nahi peeta hoga. Aur yeh tou sirf abhi aik baat hai. Ap log beshak achay honge lekin hum yeh rishta kabool nahi kar sakte. Takaluf k liye mazraat. (Well, it is really simple. We are from a decent modest family. We are very scared of displeasing Allah. For Misha, we want a son in law who has similar values to us and doesn't drink or anything. This is just one of the things. You all must be nice people but we cannot accept this proposal. I apologize for any convenience caused.)

Saqib Narejo looked like he had been slapped in the face or something. He looked like he was going to kill us all which was scary but he agreed and decided to leave with his wife. The moment he was gone, my entire family turned to me.

"I swear, I didn't do anything this time. I don't know how they knew our address and everything. I have been cut off from Ibraheem, you can even check my phone." I said immediately and lifted my hands up in surrender on reflex. "Please don't get mad at me."

"We know you are innocent Misha. We saw it the moment you entered the room and looked like you were going to faint from the shock." Abbu said as he hugged me while I hugged back. "Don't worry, we won't get mad at you."

My mom nodded and kissed my forehead while my brothers smiled at me while ruffling my hair.

"Tum tou pehle hi itni dar gaye thi, hum aur kya darate? Aisay laga tha ronay laghi ho bas. (You were already so scared, what could we do to scare you? You looked like you were going to cry.)" Humayun smirked and I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry. They are gone now."

"You are happy with my decision, right?" I heard my father ask me and all eyes turned to me. In that moment, I had no idea what to reply with. Maybe I was confused, maybe I was overwhelmed with emotions with the fact that this time my family had accepted me with open arms rather than cold shoulders and icy stares. Maybe, it was the warmth that made me feel at peace. I don't know exactly what it was but I was relieved.

"Gee abbu. (Yes, father.)"

Author's Note:

Can you hear it? The sound of drama approaching? Cause I definitely can.

Did y'all seriously think they would get married this early? Ibraheem about to get a reality check of a lifetime.