Misha's POV:

I was spacing out. I had been staring at the blank canvas for twenty minutes straight but I was grateful for the solitude. University grounds were so peaceful. Just me, the nature and my art essentials. Perfect trio. It helped me think clearly. 

I don't know how I kept a straight face in front of my family last night. I will have to tell them eventually. This is so difficult. Ibraheem paghal ko bhi yehi tareeka sohja tha? Ajeeb. Hum dono ko marwayega. Lekin hai tou mera paghal. (Stupid Ibraheem just had to use this method? Weirdo. He is going to get us both killed. But he is my psycho.) I started to giggle remembering our moments from last night. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. I can't believe we are married. He is my husband, Oh my God. AJWNRGOJBLJFSDBJGNKGNF. His crazy tendencies are rubbing off on me now.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar pair of eyes staring back at me and the smile on my face disappeared as I blinked multiple times. Ugh, I forgot to deal with him.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Usman grinned as he took a seat down, opposite me. I watched him cross his legs as he sat down comfortably. Doesn't he know I am avoiding him?

"I don't know. Am I?" I replied soberly, putting Ibraheem's face in the back of my head as I put on my poker face.

"I was just checking up on you, Misha." Usman softened up and I resisted the urge to get up. This was a good time to reply to his confession. I shouldn't make him wait anymore. This was it.

"Thank you. Also, I thought on your confession and I have an answer now." I answered with a solemn look in my eyes.

"Oh really? I...I am not prepared at all." I frowned at him. I was tempted to ask him, 'Isn't that what you came here for?' But then decided not to. Did he call me without realizing last night? It was very unlike him but it was going to lead to World War III between me and Ibraheem.

"Yeah, I don't know how to say this nicely but I am sorry Usman. I respect your feelings but we cannot be together. The feeling is not mutual." I answered as smoothly as I could. His dejected face made me feel a pang of guilt but it was better than leading him on. He needed to know that we had no future together.

"Oh....can I know the reason why at least? Is there someone else you like?" I stared him dead in the eyes. How was I supposed to answer this? I WAS MARRIED. But I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Yeah, you could say that." I said uneasily. He deserved to know this much though. He simply nodded his head as silence fell on us. Well, this was awkward.

"Can we stay friends?" I mean, if my crush rejected me, I would want to stay far away from them for the next decade but he really is determined huh?

"Uh, I don't think it's a good idea." I tried to visualize a very angry and jealous Ibraheem breathing fire down my neck if he finds out Usman is still around. Yep, nope, not happening.

"Well, it was an absolute honour to know you Misha." I could hear the sadness in his voice but this was for the greater good.

"Likewise Usman. No hard feelings, alright? I am sure you will find a wonderful soulmate." I tried to console him but somehow it backfired because he looked like he was going to cry or something. Yikes. Time to escape, Misha. "Alright well, Allah hafiz now. I have to go home now." He nodded so I used that as my cue to leave.

Once, I was far enough I breathed in a sigh of relief. Aik masla tou khatam hua. (One problem down.) My phone started to vibrate so I took it out of my bag and looked at the caller ID. Zoya was calling. I smiled as I picked up a call.

"How is my sis doing?" I spoke as I started to walk towards the cafeteria to grab a water bottle.

"Sis is good. Sis is packing her bags. Sis has a flight tonight. Meet me before that? I called Rubab over too." Zoya mumbled into the phone as I heard the sound of zips in the background. Somehow, my heart pained trying to accept the fact that she really was leaving but if Kamran really was that blast from her past, she had to leave. She said she would come back and we had to be strong for her, she was the one who had it the hardest. Leaving everything behind just so she could save her life again.

"I will be there. I can help you pack. Want me to grab something on the way?" I offered.

"Bring a Baskin Robbin's Praline ice cream shak-Actually you know what? Let's go all desi today. Bring some seekh kababs and spicy handi and naans. Garlic ones. Oh and a jumbo coca cola. I am feeling it today. " Zoya replied and I chuckled. "It's my comfort food alright?"

"Alright alright, be there in an hour." I promised as I walked towards the parking lot and called my driver to bring the car around.

....

"I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE LAHORE! WHY DID KAMRAN HAVE TO SHOW UP? WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE CONNECTED TO MY PAST? PASS ME THE COKE." Zoya spoke for the tenth time as she took a bite of the seekh kabab and gulped down coke. Rubab and I looked at each other before I handed her the coca cola bottle which she had almost finished by herself. Rubab patted her back while she continued to eat. I felt my phone vibrate so I picked it up to see Ibraheem calling. A smile crept up on my face.

"I need to take this call guys." Rubab and Zoya narrowed their eyes at me and I smiled nervously.

"Is it Ibraheem?" Zoya questioned and I nodded. "Tell him I said to Kamran to eat shit. Nevermind, don't say that. Make it fast. Don't tell him anything about my departure."

I got up from the bed as I made way to Zoya's balcony to pick up the call.

"How is my perfect little wife doing? Sorry, I wanted to call earlier but last night was really happening so I just woke up now." Ibraheem's voice sounded groggy. I smiled at how cute he sounded. I looked at the watch, he woke up at 5 p.m.?

"I am alright, Ibraheem. Yeah, it really was happening. Did you eat anything yet?" I questioned concerned. I really didn't want to bring up the events of last night again because it would lead to questions I had no answers to and I didn't want to lie to him.

"No. Can you come feed me? You should do your duties as a wife, you know." I laughed aloud.

"Stop saying embarrassing stuff Ibraheem. Go eat something." I instructed him seriously.

"Already ordering your husband around?" I could hear the amusement in his voice.

"I can't?" I feigned innocence.

"No, of course you can. In fact, only you can meri jaan (my life)." I blushed furiously as this. "Ah, damn, I really want to hug you right now."

"Ibraheem, mujhe sharam arahi hai. (Ibraheem, I feel shy.)" I mumbled into the phone softly.

"Itni si baat par? Abhi tou menay aur bara kuch karna hai. (Oh, only on this? I have so much more I want to do to you.)" I felt my face turn to heat up. How was he so shameless?

"Men phone band kar rahi hun ab. (I am going to hang up now.)" I replied quickly.

"Acha, jaan, aik baat sun lou phir karlena. (Okay, my life, just listen to one more thing and then you can hang up.)" I heard him laughing and somehow, it put a smile on my face as well.

"Kya cheez? (What is it?)"

"Me and the boys have to go back to Karachi. Some political obligations and family stuff." Not only was Zoya leaving, he was going too? Somehow, this made me sad.

"Alright, when will you be back?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them and I was pretty sure I sounded anxious.

"Is my jaan going to miss me?" He was teasing me.

"Can't I miss my jaan?" Well he was my husband so might as well admit to it. Ibraheem went quiet which made me nervous. Crap, did I say something wrong?

"Damn, say that again." His voice was suddenly huskier.

"Say what?" I blinked confused.

"What you said just now." He sounded so serious and his voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Can't I miss my jaan?" I repeated as I looked at the sky. It was beautiful.

"Shit, the things you do to me. You are one cunning little fox. I can't wait to come back to Lahore and give you all my love, my dear wife. Till then take care of yourself, I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum lovelies!

Don't worry guys, you are going to be seeing a lot of Misha and Ibraheem because I am leaving the scenes of the other four characters to the next book. 

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Also, I just realized I won the Choice Awards for Best Teen Fiction. THANK YOU EVERYONE. I COULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS WITHOUT YOU GUYS. I AM SO BLESSED TO HAVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. GOD BLESS YOUR AMAZING SOULS. MashaAllah Alhamdulilah. Love you all.