Misha's POV:

I spit out the lychee juice on hearing Ibraheem's absurd declaration. Was he joking right now? I looked at him flabbergasted but he just casually wiped off the drink from his face while giving me a smile.

"Ibraheem, what even?" I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve. "I already told you I can't move because of certain reasons. ARE YOU ACTING IGNORANT ON PURPOSE?" I whisper yelled the last part. Forget the fact that I found him mildly cute or handsome before. He was an idiot. An ee-di-yat. I sighed heavily as I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"Don't worry, jaan, I have a plan." He grinned widely at me and somehow, a shiver ran down my spine as I narrowed my eyes at him. For some reason, I had a really bad feeling. The way his eyes were twinkling coupled with how he was grinning like the pawn of Satan was creeping me out. None of his plans when he looks like that ever work. I really didn't want to know his plan. I watched in silent horror as the glass window slid down and he instructed his driver about something. "Meri chaddar nikalo diggi se. (Take out my shawl from the car trunk.)"

Chaddar?

The driver nodded as he opened the car trunk and took out a large bedsheet sized black shawl from it and handed it to Ibraheem. Ibraheem rolled the window back up as he unfolded the shawl and wrapped it around me. I watched in absolute shock as he made sure I was completely wrapped up in it. Once he was done, he patted my shoulders that were draped in two layers of the shawl gently as he grinned unabashedly at me. "All Done. Now you  can step out of the car without attracting eyes. Nobody will notice the stain now."

I was silent for a minute trying to process what he had said. Just how shameless was he going to get? I gritted my teeth in annoyance as I felt my temper rising yet again.

"Sure, people won't notice the stain," I grated and then I paused as I glared icy cold daggers at him, "BUT DON'T YOU THINK THEY WILL NOTICE HOW I HAVE WRAPPED UP IN TWO LAYERS OF SHAWL IN THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER?!" I shouted at him as I pointed towards the gigantic black or dark brown shawl he had rolled me into.

"Jaan, relax, I will make sure no one notices you and if they do," Ibraheem trailed off as the amusing look on his face was replaced with a dark menacing one, "Mardunga unko men (I will just kill them)."

I gulped and silence fell on us yet again but Ibraheem broke it again by continuing what he was saying before. "Come on, love, it will be fun, I can buy you clothes and you can change into something more comfortable in the bathroom. You can take off the shawl then too."

Well his suggestion wasn't half bad. I did want to change into more comfortable clothes and I could wear my pad too so I guess that works. I slowly looked down at my body that looked like a walking bed sheet. This was going to be so embarrassing but not more than what I had already experienced. Plus, it's Karachi. I won't see someone I know here. It's alright Misha, you can survive this. Think of it as another once-in-a-life-time experience. Look at it on the brighter side, Misha, it will be easier to escape in a mall too. I felt my eyes brighten up at that. I can just sneak away.

I reluctantly looked at Ibraheem because I knew he was waiting for a response. I nodded my head and I watched his face lighten up. Did he really think I would give up my escape plan this easy? What wishful thinking. Fuck this. I am running away the first chance I get. I will grab his wallet, call my family from the nearest phone booth once I am far enough and make a plan accordingly.

"Perfect. Let's go to the nearest mall then." Ibraheem called his driver back in as he looked at me expectantly. I shrugged uninterestedly because I didn't want to give myself away.

Ibraheem's POV:

She looked so adorable wearing my black chaddar. I had figured the chaddar was too big for her small figure so I wrapped two layers of it but it just made her look ten times more cute. How did she look good in everything she wore? Not to mention, I loved that she was enveloped in my scent. As I had hoped the chaddar covered her till her feet. Perfect. Damn. I really just wanted to hug her right now but I felt like she would attack me like a wild animal right now if I tried. I hadn't ignored the occasional hostile aura she was emitting.

On a side note, I was glad that she had agreed to go to the mall but did she really think she could mask her emotions infront of me? I had noticed the scheming look in her eyes. The way her eyes darted left and right and got all bright for a few seconds. Just what was she up to now? I narrowed my eyes at her. There was no way she would have agreed that easily unless she was up to something.

I must admit, I looked like a fool when I heard she got her period. Doctor or not. It was my first ever proper experience of watching a woman on her period. Let alone my wife. For a few minutes, all my medical knowledge had gone out the window. Not like I had any proper knowledge to begin with when money and connections were the ones getting my degree for me in the first place. 

Plus, all kinds of absurd theories came into my head. Was she faking it to run away? Was she trying to emotionally blackmail me by expressing pain? Was she seriously on her period? I was just taken aback. My mind went into buffering mode then but does she really think she can fool me again? Let's see what she tries now. 

I felt anticipation seep into my bones. She was my wife but the idea of chasing her as she tried to escape sounded entertaining. It was thrilling. I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins. I had to make sure she didn't get hurt though. She was already in pain. Looking at her double up in pain before felt like someone had gripped my heart tightly. Although, I couldn't understand her pain but I could feel it. I had to make sure she didn't get away from me. This city was different. She was forgetting something very important.

This was Karachi.

My kingdom. My land. This was my zone. She could never escape me here. No matter how what she did.

Misha's POV:

As expected, people really were staring. I didn't know if it was the fact that Ibraheem was a known figure here or the fact that I was rolled into a shawl when it wasn't even cold outside. Whatever it was, I could feel the stinging burns of stares I was getting. I had really wanted to ask Ibraheem to check whether the shawl covered everything properly but at this point, I didn't give a shit. Then again, Ibraheem hadn't said anything so I am sure, it is fine.

I felt Ibraheem's hand on my shoulder as he pulled me towards him while slowly staring back at the people who were glancing in our direction. Slowly but surely, I felt the stares turn away either from hesitation, awkwardness or just plain fear. As we begin to walk, I noticed that from teenagers to adult women, all of them ogled at him and for some reason, that was pissing me off more than I already was.

Jealousy soured through me as I wrapped my arm around his waist too and glared daggers at the women looking his way. How dare they. He was mine. He was married. Ibraheem looked taken aback but when I gave him a blank stare, he just grinned in response.

"So what shall we buy first? I know. How about underwear?" Ibraheem suggested loudly and shamelessly and I snapped my head in his direction so fast I felt my neck cramp up. I felt some eyes turn to us and I gripped his arm tightly as if to shut him up. He stared down at me without a flicker of shame as he started to drag me into a certain direction. Forget running away, why did I even decide on something this stupid? I felt the regret take over my emotions as Ibraheem halted before a lingerie shop. 

I looked at the shop in dread while Ibraheem looked like an excited little boy who had just discovered a toys shop. I planted my feet into the ground as I gripped his arm that was holding the shopping bag that contained pads and started to shake my head vigorously.  There was no way I was stepping inside with him. I don't care if it was Karachi. People can't be that liberal minded here.

"How about I just go in?" I whispered but he tilted his head as if he didn't understand what I was saying. "People will stare if the two of us enter in a lingerie shop together. Mostly women just go in and-" Ibraheem cut me off with a chuckle.

"Nonsense love. I am your husband. Of course, I will go with you plus you are sick. You need support." And with that Ibraheem dragged me inside the frosted glass lingerie shop.

Oh God no. As expected, the moment I stepped inside, all eyes turned on us. Some stared with wide eyes while others covered their mouths in shock or whispers. I tried to cover my face from the humiliation but Ibraheem already started marching forward. He stopped infront of a large rack of lingerie. I looked up and noticed that most of them were on display.

Yep, that is it. I hissed at Ibraheem who was observing the lingerie carefully as if he was going to wear them instead of me. A female sales woman started to approach us so I turned to Ibraheem quickly.

"Ibraheem go out right now." I whispered harshly at him.

"Ah? But the best part isn't even here yet. I want to choose something sexy for you." Ibraheem replied and I gaped at him. Now was not the time to act shocked Misha. Think. How can you get him to leave?

"Leave that to me." Suddenly, an idea emerged in my head. I pulled him down as I whispered into his ear in what I believed was a seductive voice. "How about I surprise you? You would like that right?"

I noticed how Ibraheem rose an eyebrow in response. He seemed positively amused at my offer. "A surprise huh?"

"Yes, yes, I will surprise you. So just go. Shoo." He looked deep in thought as I continued to usher him out.

"Okay jaan, if you say so. Let me just confirm one more thing before I leave." Ugh, what did he want to ask now? Did the bras come in rainbow shades or something?

"What now?" The female clerk stopped besides us. I could feel her awkwardness. Same girl same. Men bhi chullu bhar paani men doob marna chahti hun. (I want to drown myself in a puddle of water right now too.)

"There isn't any other exit or entrance to this shop is there?" Ibraheem questioned and the female clerk shook her head as she replied with a no. "Alright then. I leave it you babe."

With that Ibraheem handed me his wallet as he stepped outside with a calm unreadable look on his face. It was odd for Ibraheem to ask that. Odd until I realized why he had questioned it.

Had he picked up on the fact that I was planning to run away?

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalaam o Alaikum Lovelies!

Update: My exams have ended but due to my laptop still not being fixed, I tried writing this chapter on my phone. How is it? It is my first try of writing on my phone so I don't know how it will be. Let me know what you guys think in the comments.