Ibraheem's POV:

Ugh, I was losing it. Focus on the road. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I tried hard to control my lust. Damn it. I just want to kiss her, touch her and hold her in my arms. Behave Ibraheem. BEHAVE. I didn't want to look at her right now because I knew I would probably just stop the car and climb on top of her again but Misha had been far too silent since then. Damn it, the tension in the air was killing me.

I wanted to kiss her and leave my marks on her everywhere so I knew she was mine. I won't leave a single part of her unmarked when I do. Just the image of Misha staring up at me with her glazed blue eyes drove me insane. Focus on something else. Anything else. I should ask her what she wants to eat now. That will probably kill the awkwardness in the air.

Carefully, I glanced in Misha's direction. She was staring down. What was she looking at? Her feet? Her lap? Her silence was scaring me. Shit, should I have not hugged her so intimately? I didn't even ask her but I didn't think she would mind. She seemed okay with it. But I couldn't hold back in the situation. Her skin was calling out to me. She smelled heavenly. I shook my head as I called out to her.

"Jaan?" I asked softly but she didn't respond. "Jaan?" I said a little louder this time and I noticed her flinch. Yep, she was out of it. Or she was mad at me. Or she was upset overall. Which one was it?

"Yeah?" She replied while looking out of the window. Why wasn't she making eye contact with me? It's not like we did anything wrong. We are lawfully married.

"What do you want to eat?" I looked at her again but she had an unreadable expression on her face.

"Whatever you want." Her words felt icy. Shit. She really was mad at me.

"Oh, okay. I will figure something out." I suggested hoping she would look at me now but she just shrugged as she replied.

"Sure." She was giving one word answers. WHY COULDN'T YOU HOLD BACK IBRAHEEM? Now she is mad at you. I wanted to rip my hair out. DAMN IT, I STILL WANT TO KISS HER. I can't keep looking at her. It's driving me crazy.

Meanwhile Misha's POV:

He wasn't making eye contact with me. He definitely regretted what he did. Am I not to his liking? He is gripping the steering wheel so tightly. He is definitely upset at whatever he did. Am I not good enough? I was too embarrassed to look at him now. I felt pathetic.

He wasn't even talking about what he did. He really didn't want to talk about it. Was it that unpleasant? Did he not want to spend any more time with me? Maybe we should just get McDonald's drive through and I can go back to my university then. I didn't want to torture him anymore.

"Ibraheem?" I called out and he replied after a pause.

"Yes, love?" His voice suddenly turned throaty.

"Let's get McDonalds drive through and then you can drop me back to my university." I expected him to look at me but he continued to look at the road.

"Sure babe." What in the world was he thinking?

Ibraheem's POV:

The way she called out my name made me shiver. So sensual. Was she doing this on purpose? Damn it, meri jaan, mere sath kyun aisay kar rahi ho? Mardogi mujhe aj. (Damn it, my life, why are you doing this to me? You are going to be the death of me.) I pinched the bridge of my nose. My body was on fire again. I need to cool my head. I need a cold shower to extinguish this fire. 

I pressed the button for the sun roof. It opened after a whirring sound. Misha looked up at it and then I could feel her eyes on me but I really couldn't look at her right now. My desire for her was driving me crazy. I didn't know how long I could control myself. I wanted so much more. I wanted her everything. Mind, body and soul.

I googled the nearest McDonalds and placed it in the navigation panel. Silence fell on us again as I kept driving. I heaved a sigh of relief as I drove into the drive thru lane. Finally something to distract my mind with.

"What do you want to get?" I turned to look at Misha who was still looking outside.

"Whatever you are getting. Just get a chocolate Sundae on the side." Did Misha's voice just break or was it just me? I blinked in confusion as the mirror rolled down and I placed an order for both of us. We waited at the next window in silence. I grabbed the food and handed her the bag as I started to drive again.

I really needed to break the silence. We need to talk about this. I will apologize if I have to. I can't handle her silence. It's suffocating me. An angry Misha is not a sight I want to become fond of. We should clear things out.

"Babe-" I started but paused when I heard a sniff. Another sniff. Sniff? I snapped my head in Misha's direction. Was she crying? She was gripping the paper bag tightly while slightly trembling. I quickly parked the car on the side as I looked at her in shock. "Jaan, why are you crying? Shit, I am so sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? It's my fault." She croaked out and I frowned. What was she talking about?

"No, babe, I didn't hold-"

"Sara kasoor mera hai. (It's all my fault.) You are used to pretty girls around you. You are Ibraheem Narejo after all. Men kya cheez hun un sab ke samne? (What am I, infront of them?) Ofcourse, you are regretting what you did. Was it that unpleasant?" My wife was now officially crying with full blown tears and I was shell shocked.

"Babe, what are you even talking about?" I put my hand on her shoulder and she finally looked at me. She looked so hurt that it broke my heart.

"You don't have to hold back Ibraheem. Just tell me honestly that you regret what you did. I am just not your type, am I? Did I turn you off that much?" I was speechless. How did she even come to that conclusion?

"What? No. Babe, why are you even saying that? You got it all wrong." I tried to explain but she cut me off.

"I have thought nothing wrong! Ever since you hugged me, you haven't even looked in my direction. You are gripping the steering wheel so tightly as if you are angry with what you did and NOW YOU EVEN OPENED THE SUN ROOF as if you don't want to breathe the same air as me. WAS IT THAT DISAPPOINTING?!" Misha screamed and I grabbed my head in my hands. How did she interpret it this way? Was this why she was silent? "See? Now you are holding your head in your hands. I knew it! You-" There was only one way to make her silent so I went ahead with it. I grabbed her chin and lightly pecked her on her lips. Her lips were soft. Like melted chocolate. She looked at me with wide eyes but at least it calmed her down.

Once I let her go, she stared at me speechless.

"Meri jaan, Misha, calm down and listen to me. You have it all wrong. Have you calmed down yet?" I spoke softly but powerfully. I made sure everything I said was getting across to her. She was still out of it but she slowly nodded her head. "Good. Now listen to me. I don't know how you came to that messy conclusion but it's the complete opposite. I wasn't looking at you because I knew I would lose control of myself and climb on top of you and kiss you, hug you and touch you." Misha blushed furiously at this but I didn't stop. "I was holding the steering wheel tightly to control myself because I wanted to keep my hands to myself. I opened the sunroof because the tension in the air was driving me crazy. Do you understand? I don't regret what I did. In fact, I was scared of going overboard so I was trying my hardest to control. Babe, my body has been on fire since I hugged you from before. Every part of my body wants you near me but I am trying my hardest to control myself so I don't scare you."

"So you don't think I am disappointing?" She sniffed as she looked at me and I smiled as I grabbed a strand of her hair and kissed it.

"Don't ever think you are disappointing again. You are the most perfect woman I know about. You are everything I want and need in my life. Alright? In fact, I thought maybe I had invaded your privacy and you were mad at me for it. I realize I was wrong too. I am sorry for not clarifying all this before babe. Please don't cry okay?" Misha turned beet red but after a few seconds she smiled at me brightly as she nodded. Her tear strained cheeks along with her glassy eyes were a sight to see. "Damn it, I am so lucky to have you. I love you, my love, more than ever."

"Thank you. I love you too and um Ibraheem?" Misha grabbed my shirt suddenly.

"Yes, meri jaan?" I looked at her hand with a raised eyebrow.

"You can kiss me when you feel like it, I don't mind and in return," She quickly pulled me closer and pecked my lips leaving me in a state of haze. "I will kiss you when I want as well." She turned red as she started to eat her burger while sending the third wave of fire in me.

Little fox, why do you do this?