Fahad's POV:

"Fahad, what the hell?" Rubab struggled to get free but I pushed my body harder against hers so that my chest was touching her back. Her voice muffled as I covered her mouth again.

I was glad the hospital had dark alleys like this. The shadows didn't attract any eyes but even if they did, it didn't worry me. I had nothing to lose.

"Why are you avoiding me, huh? I thought we had a deal. It's not like you to back away. You are messing with the wrong person, Rubab. I hate to be used. I will return the favour ten times worse. Mark my words. I am going to let you speak now and if you scream, just know you will be the one branded as crazy. Don't test me." I made sure every single one of my words were clear as I emphasized on them slowly and surely against her ear. "The truth only Rubab."

"I-" Her words were cut off by the ringtone of my phone. I kept my body hard pressed hard against hers as I fished for my phone and attended the call.

"Sahab, it's happening soon." I realized what it meant and the dark smile erupted on my face. Perfect. I hung up and slowly stepped aside.

"Bach gayi ho but ziada daer nahi. (You are safe but not for long.) I will be back." I promised as I let go of her and started to walk in a different direction with a new agenda on my mind.

Some time later

Misha's POV

Well, this was awkward. Extremely awkward. And crowded. SO DAMN CROWDED. Father-in-law and Mother-in-Law were sitting on one sofa on the right side of Ibraheem's bed while Abbu and ammi were sitting on the opposite side on a sofa.

Two middle aged men I have never seen before but was assuming were Fahad and Kamran's fathers were sitting on single sofa seats between the two parties. Fahad was standing beside the man who looked less scary with a playful smile on his face while Kamran stood stiffly beside a man who looked equally stiff. Yep definitely father and son.

Ibraheem had a nonchalant look on his face as he held my hand while I sat on the seat beside his bed. I am so glad we were in the VIP suite of the hotel, it would have been so suffocating.

Not like it wasn't suffocating right now. Oh, there was plenty of space but the air was so thick with tension and stress that I just felt nauseous. I held unto Ibraheem's hand tightly due to the anxiety.

"Relax, meri jaan. There is nothing to worry about. I am right beside you." Ibraheem assured me but he looked nervous too. Not as nervous as me but he kept glancing between our parents. As if things were awkward enough, Humayun stepped inside and glanced at our hand for a long time before sighing and standing beside the sofa where our parents were sitting.

Awkward. Can I just jump out of the window now? Everyone was just staring at each other now. It wasn't this awkward when Mother in Law, Ammi and Abbu had arrived a few hours ago.

Auntie hugged Ibraheem and broke out in tears so we just decided to give them space. Once, she was done we stepped inside, that was when the awkwardness started. It still wasn't bad enough.

I guess my parents really couldn't digest the fact that he was quite literally my husband, I mean it took me a while so it makes sense. I remember how awkward it was a few hours ago.

Flashback

"Asalam o Alaikum uncle, auntie," Ibraheem greeted with a nod. He gave me a 'help me' look and I just shrugged my shoulders in a panic. What was I supposed to do? Stand with my parents or with Ibraheem? Lord. I face-palmed internally. Ibraheem gave me a narrow eyed look which literally said 'tumse tou baad men niptunga men' (I will deal with you later).

"Walaikum Asalam, Ibraheem beeta," I was grateful to ammi for breaking the silence. She gave a small smile as she stood beside auntie and looked at Ibraheem with a gentle look in her eyes. "How are you feeling now?"

Abbu looked perplexed but when he looked at me giving him a pleading look, he sighed defeatedly as he greeted Ibraheem as well. "Walaikum Asalam, Ibraheem."

"Alhamdulilah good." Silence fell on all of us again but not for long. "Uncle, auntie, I know it's late but I am sorry about before. For all the wrong I have done. I did it for love but I have acknowledged the mistakes I have made. I hope you can forgive me. I really love your daughter." Ibraheem said as professionally as he could. Damn, can I kiss him right now? I shook my head vigorously to get the stupid idea of my mind. I looked at my parents for a response.

"You were forgiven the moment you shielded our daughter from the bullets. We already knew then just how true your love was." Abbu replied and I felt my heart stop for a second. "We have already accepted you into the family, Ibraheem."

"You are a part of us now." I really wanted to hug my parents right now and I did exactly that. I rushed to their side and hugged them tightly as I felt fresh tears roll down my eyes. Tears of joy. We were accepted. Finally. Officially.

"Thank you." Ibraheem replied. I guess he was just as speechless as I was. Once I had hugged my parents, I looked at Ibraheem longingly as he looked at me so ammi placed her hand on my shoulder as if she was encouraging me. I looked to abbu and he nodded as well so I walked to Ibraheem and he brought his hand forward as if to give me a side hug.

I gladly accepted his embrace and felt his warmth as he felt mine.

"We are officially one, Misha." He whispered and I felt his voice break. I felt the peace and happiness in his eyes shimmer as he had a beautifully content smile on his face.

Flashback ended.

I was waiting for someone to break the silence but literally everyone was just quietly observing each other. Finally, the man sitting beside Fahad spoke up.

"Men Zubair Abroo hun, Fahad ka baap aur Ibraheem ke baap ka bachpan ka dost. Yeh mere sath Dawood Khan Narejo hai, Ibraheem ke chachu. (I am Zubair Abroo, Fahad's father and Ibraheem's father's childhood friend. This is Dawood Narejo, Ibraheem's paternal uncle.)" The man introduced himself to my parents and I made an Oh sound. Makes sense. "Aur ap beeta Misha ho? Heem ki biwi? (And dear child, you must be Misha? Heem's wife?)"

"Gee uncle." I replied a little too eagerly. Fahad stifled a laugh and I gave him a death glare.

"Tu kyun hass raha hai? Heem ne kaam az kaam shadi tou ki hai, tunay kya kiya hai? (Why are you laughing? Atleast Heem got married, what have you accomplished?)" The man snapped at Fahad who paused almost immediately and frowned. Father-in-law covered his face with his hands as if he was embarrassed while I could hardly read Dawood Narejo's expressions. Damn, like father like son. They really didn't budge.

"Yaar, abbu, itne logon ke samne tou na beizzat karen. (Yaar, abbu, don't roast me infront of so many people.)" Fahad retorted as he casted a glance at everyone. Auntie and ammi seemed amused while Abbu had an unreadable expression on his face.

"Yeh sab log ab humari family hen. Rishta hai humara in sab ke sath isliye koi farak nahi parta. Hum ghairon men nahi beethay howe, haina Saqib? (All these people are now our family. We are connected to them so it doesn't matter. We are not sitting in strangers, right Saqib?)" I realised what uncle Zubair was doing. He was breaking ice and making everyone comfortable and he was doing a great job at it. As expected of Fahad's father.

"Bilkul sahi. Is kamray men jitne bhi log hen woh sab aik khandan hen ab. Sahi baat hai na, Yousaf? (You are right. All the people in this room are one family now. Isn't that right, Yousaf?)" Ammi and auntie had small content smiles on their faces as Abbu nodded in agreement.

"Gee aisay hi hai. (Yes, it's like that.)" Abbu had responded with a calm look on his face. "Hum Misha ke waleedain hen. (We are Misha's parents.)" Abbu continued to introduce themselves to the two men who nodded in acknowledgement.

"Tou phir kya is khandaan ko aur mazboot karne ke liye aur dunya ko bata denay ke liye ke hum aik hen, aik takreeb hojaye? (So to make this this family even stronger and let the whole world know that we are all one family, shall we hold an event?)" Father in law suggested and I felt my eyes widen as I looked at Ibraheem expectantly. Did he really mean what I think he meant? And as if he knew what was going on in everyone's head, he confirmed. "Misha aur Ibraheem ki shadi kardi jaye sahi se? Nikkah tou karliya hai inhon ne. Kya khayal hai? Kya ap apni beeti ko humari beeti bhi bhanay ki ijazat dengay? (Shall we hold a proper function to get Misha and Ibraheem wedded? They are already legally married. What do you say? With your permission, can we make your daughter ours as well?)"

I did not expect our wedding discussion to be held in a hospital room like this but then again, life with Ibraheem was pretty unexpected as it was. I felt my heartbeat speed up as I looked at my parents expectantly. My palms were sweaty as I held unto Ibraheem's hand tighter than ever. I guess they were prepared for this as well as they looked at each other for a brief second before looking back at father in law.

"Gee. Zaroor. (Yes. Ofcourse.)"

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum Lovelies!

It has only been four days but I am already sleep deprived. *sighs deeply* but oh well. It eez what it eez.

Finally, the families are speaking about the real deal. How excited are we?

Also, I wanted recommendations for dramas/novels/movies/shows with possessive male leads (like proper possessive/obsessive) and a happy ending. So if you got any, comment down below. It can be any country, any language as long as it is understandable. I am open to suggestions.