Misha's POV:

At first, Ibraheem had suggested that we stay in Pearl Continental Lahore before going back to Karachi for the next function but I had decided against it. The flight was hardly going to take two hours and I just wanted to go to Ibraheem's room. His real room. Not some hotel room. This night was precious to me so I was willing to go the extra mile for it.

"Meri jaan, you must be tired, we can stay at the hotel if you want?" Ibraheem suggested again but I gently shook my head. His furrowed eyebrows were so cute.

"I am tired but I still want to go to your house and to your room." I whispered because I didn't want Kamran or Fahad to hear me. Kamran was on the driver's seat and Fahad had taken the passenger seat. We were driving to the airport to take the private jet back to Karachi. "You are not tired, are you?"

"Oh? Not at all. I can go on all night long today and-" I held unto his hand tightly to shut him up because this conversation was getting too awkward for the people inside this car. He just smirked in return.

"So, ab ap officially humari Bhabhi hen, huh? (So, you are officially our sister in law now, huh?)" Fahad added while taking out his phone. "Ap dono ko dekh kar dil karta hai men bhi shadi kara hi lun. (Looking at you two makes me want to get married too.)"

"Tum jis se shadi karna chahte ho woh tumhe bemaari ki tarah avoid karti hai. (The girl you want to marry avoids you like the plague.)" Ibraheem remarked with a smirk.

"Haw, nahi. Yeh tumhe kisne keh diya? Aisay tou nahi hai. Haina bhabhi? (Haw, no. Who said this to you? It's not like that. Right, sister in law?)"

"Men kuch nahi kehna. (I am not commenting on anything.)"

"Ay, Bhabhi abhi pehla din hai apko shadi ka and ap abhi se diplomacy par agayi hen. (Ay, it's only the first day of your married life and you are already speaking like a true diplomat.)" Kamran nudged Fahad in the shoulder while continuing to look forward making Fahad sigh out loud. "Pouch le bhai tu bhi pouch le. Sakoon mil jayega teri rooh ko. (Go ahead and ask brother. Ask so your soul can find peace.)"

"Kya pouchna hai? (What do you want to ask?)" I looked at Kamran though I knew where this was going already.

"Bhabhi, Zoya pakka arahi hai na Waleemay par? (Sister in law, is Zoya coming to the Waleema for sure?)" Why am I not surprised to hear this?

"Gee, arahi hai. (Yes, she is.)" And for the first time I had seen Kamran's expressionless face turn slightly hopeful. His eyes brightened up and his mouth twitched upwards. He really was into Zoya, huh? I hope things work out for the best between them.

"Chothi chothi khushiyan iski. (Ah, such little joy he has.)" Fahad mocked and Kamran just gave him the cold shoulder as he continued to drive.

The rest of the car ride was silent as I rested my head on Ibraheem's shoulder while he just talked with the two of them about random things. I decided to take a short nap because I was sure the night was going to be long. I was jolted awake when Ibraheem shook me gently and said we had arrived at the airport.

"Misha, I want you to meet a few of my cousins. They will be traveling with us. They are slightly crazy so just uh, brace yourself for it." Ibraheem said with a nervous look on his face. What did he mean by brace yourself? There are people crazier than Ibraheem?

Ibraheem put his hand around my waist as we took a separate door to the private jet since our attire was attracting eyes. As we were walking towards the private jet, I saw 5 men and 2 women standing near the entrance. They looked at me expectantly and I gulped. They really seemed like Ibraheem's cousins. They were oozing with power and had a dark aura around them. I was scared to find out just how terrifying they actually were.

Before long, one of them made eye contact with me. He had the eyes of charcoal and reminded me of Kamran for some odd reason. Just a younger self of him. He looked devoid of emotion. He nodded in my direction and I gulped before nodding back. His expressions changed almost immediately as the woman besides him slapped him behind his head.

"Bhabhi ko kyun dara rahay ho? Aisay dekh rahay ho jaise qatal kardena hai. (Why are you scaring the sister in law? You are looking at her as if you are going to kill her.)" The girl scolded the Kamran lookalike and he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Asalam o Alaikum Bhabhi, I am Vanya. Ibraheem ki khala ki beeti. (Ibraheem's maternal aunt's daughter.)" Vanya introduced herself. She seemed to be a year or two younger than me. I greeted her back and she hugged me catching me off guard. "This guy right here is Behrouz. He is usually like that. This is Sultan, my brother." She pointed to another guy who looked a lot like her. They had the same hazel eyes but he had a playful look on his face while Vanya looked more sophisticated. There was something about the way he looked that just screamed red alert. He waved at me in a funny way. "This is Shamsher, he is Ibraheem's mamu's son." Shamsher grinned at me before moving to hug me but Ibraheem gave him a warning look so he stepped away with a 'tch'.

"That guy over there is Dastageer bhai." She pointed to quite a classy guy standing in the far end who was on call. "The woman standing beside him is Nura." She was attractive in a seductive way. She seemed older than me though. "Lastly, the guy standing over there is Bashar." There was someone who was already looking at us but his eyes were trained on Vanya and I could notice Vanya didn't really give him the time of the day.

Once the introductions were done and I greeted everyone, we stepped into the private jet and I took a seat besides Ibraheem which made me face almost all of them. Well this was going to be awkward.

"So bhabhi, you got any sisters?" Sultan questioned with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Vanya face palmed while everyone else rolled their eyes. The only one who didn't was Bashar who was staring into Vanya's soul while she kept looking outside the window.

"Yes, two of them actually. Zoya and Rubab." I recalled their faces and a smile crept unto my face. I saw Fahad and Kamran perk up at their mention.

"Oh, is any of them single?" I didn't get the time to answer his question because Fahad and Kamran interjected. Kamran had a look of horror on his face while Fahad just looked nervous.

"No!" Fahad's declaration surprised all of us. "I mean, Rubab isn't really single."

"Why do you know that?" Sultan narrowed his eyes at him, turning his attention towards Fahad.

"I just do. I know everything." Fahad's cover up made me want to laugh but I decided not to.

"Well, what about Zoya?" Sultan turned his attention back towards me, looking at me expectantly.

"She will not be single. Not when I am alive." Kamran spoke monotonously silencing all of us. He glared at Sultan who just rose his hands up in surrender. Behrouz looked like he wanted to ask Kamran what that was all about but he decided against it. If I hadn't known Kamran was an only child I would have strongly believed that they were both brothers.

"Nura, I am telling you, you should listen to me more." Dastageer bhai who was sitting right infront of me with Nura on his left side spoke up. He seemed genuinely concerned as he turned his head towards Nura who just looked away from him and outside the window.

"I don't listen to anyone except Wassal." I don't know if it was just me but the two of them seemed to be living in their own little world. And there was some odd sexual tension around them. Were they lovers or something?

"Well, there will come a time when you will start listening to me more." Dastageer warned and Nura scoffed in return. I wasn't sure if anyone else heard them since they were speaking lowly but no one seemed to pay attention to them. Or more like no one dared to.

Just like that, the flight went on. After a while, we reached Ibraheem's house and everyone else dispersed. Uncle and Auntie greeted me at the door, following all the traditions that were to be done and then finally I made it to Ibraheem's room. It was beautifully decorated. The bed had little rose petals on it and the lights were a dim yellow which made the place even more homely. The room had a calming scent like that of lavender and chamomile.

I heard the click of a lock that meant that Ibraheem had locked the door. He then walked towards me and led me to the bed, gently sitting me down on it.

"You look so beautiful, meri jaan. I keep losing myself in your beauty. You are perfect. So perfect." Ibraheem whispered into my ear as he slowly took off the dupatta from my head. He kept whispering praises into my ear as he stepped behind me and started to unzip my dress.

I felt my heart beat increase with every second as the dress slid off from my body leaving me in my undergarments. Ibraheem who was sitting behind me put my hair on one side as he started to kiss my shoulder. His kisses trailed from my shoulder blade to my arm, leaving little tender pecks everywhere. He unhooked my bra and then took it off, the strap slid over my skin for a while before he removed it completely.

He unbuttoned his shehrwani casting it aside along with his undershirt. He kept his trouser on though. He then twirled me around, looking deep into my eyes. "I don't think I can hold it any longer. Let's do it, meri jaan?"

The moment I nodded, he pushed me down and climbed on top of me as he started to kiss me passionately. One of his hands kneaded my breast while the other moved towards my underwear. This time it didn't stop outside but his hand made it inside my underwear. I felt his finger rubbing my womanhood. He deepened the kiss, encircling my tongue with his as he started to suck on it.

He really wasn't coming slow. His rubbing increased causing me to reach the peak of ecstasy and I orgasmed in his hand. I didn't have the time to calm down because I felt a finger at my entrance.

"I promise, I will try to make this as painless as I can for you." Ibraheem assured me as he drove a finger into my entrance causing me to groan. "Damn, you are tight jaan." I arched my back because his finger was touching the inside of my vagina causing me to feel electricity all over.

He discarded his trousers away while continuing to drive a finger in and out of my entrance. At first, it felt painful but then it started to feel nice. He drove another finger inside causing me to flinch in response. I tried to crawl backward but he pulled me towards him with his hands on my thighs.

"Relax, jaan, you will enjoy it." Ibraheem smiled as both his fingers started to move in my vagina causing me to groan and moan out his name. I noticed that Ibraheem had gotten quite hard. My leg was touching his hard on and it looked like it was begging to be let out. "I am not going to leave hickeys on your neck today because the Walima is tomorrow." Ibraheem said suddenly, sounded partially frustrated and somehow, his stupid statement made me laugh. He really loved leaving hickeys and marks all over me.

Ibraheem used that chance to put another finger in as he probed around. I don't know what he was looking for but one of his fingers suddenly pressed on an area inside my vagina and I jolted up with pleasure. What was this? Why did it feel so good?

"Found it. Found your G-Spot." He started pressing on it again and again causing me to writhe in pleasure and ultimately I came in his hand again. He then took out his fingers from my vagina and looked around for something while I kept panting heavily on the bed. He opened the first drawer and took out a lubricant and applied a little to his fingers. "This will make it hurt less."

He took out his dick and started moving his hands up and down it while looking at my face. I knew he was big but this was going to hurt. I felt terror slowly blur my vision but Ibraheem noticed and he calmed me down again. He kissed my face, my lips, my forehead, my jawline to relax me and it worked to a great extent.

"It will be fine." He placed his dick at my entrance and I closed my eyes as he slowly started to push it inside. Initially, it didn't hurt but then I felt a strong pang of pain and I almost screamed. "Damn, jaan, you are too tight."

"Ibraheem, it hurts. Do something! It hurts." I dug my nails into his back as he groaned aloud too. I noticed that his dick was halfway inside. "Almost there." With one proper thrust, he pushed inside hitting me to the end of my vaginal tunnel. He started to kiss me to distract my mind. I felt a wetness down there and I knew that I had started bleeding, my hymen was torn and that I had finally lost my virginity.

I was pretty sure my nails had broken skin on Ibraheem's back with how badly I was scratching him. The pain was driving me crazy and I had just wanted it to stop but this needed to be done. Ibraheem let it settle in for a bit before he decided to thrust out again. When his dick came out of my entrance, there was blood all over it which made him realize that I had in fact lost my virginity.

"Shit jaan that is a lot of blood. I thought only a few drops would come out. Shall I get you a painkiller?" Ibraheem questioned and I nodded my head but then stopped him.

"Do it once or twice more." I suggested and he looked at me with concern in his eyes.

"Are you sure? You are already bleeding." He looked down at my entrance which left a little trail of blood.

"It will be fine. It will probably loosen up soon." Ibraheem was reluctant but he decided to go for it. He slowly thrust in again, causing me to groan in pain. But this time it didn't hurt as much as the first time. I could tell he was trying his best to be gentle and I was grateful. He thrust a few more times and then I could tell he was reaching his own orgasm point so he pulled out and came.

"It was less painful this time." I assured him and he sighed in relief. I knew this was stressful for him too because he didn't want to see me in pain. "How about we take a shower together?"

Ibraheem lightened up at that suggestion and he quickly picked me up bridal style causing me squeal in response. He carried me to the bathroom and laid me down in the Jacuzzi while pressing the button for warm water.

"The warm water will ease your stiff muscles jaan. I am just going to get your painkiller and then come back." Ibraheem said as he went back to his room and came back with a glass of water and a painkiller in his hand. I gulped down the painkiller and he put the glass of water away. He then took off his boxers and join me in the Jacuzzi so that he was sitting behind me with my back resting against his chest.

"I am sorry, I know you want to do more." I felt guilty but the pain really was scaring me shitless. Ammi had told me it would hurt but I didn't know it would be this painful.

"Don't worry jaan, I will have my fill of you once you are better. Take it easy." Ibraheem assured me as he kissed my head and hugged me from behind. The water had turned red from the bleeding down there but I was glad that Ibraheem hadn't said anything about it. He really was an understanding husband. I was honestly blessed to have him. We sat in for a while as my muscles relaxed and the throbbing down there stopped. I shifted in position and looked at him with a hungry look on my face.

"What is it?" Ibraheem raised his eyebrow causing me to giggle.

"It's better now. Let's try again." I suggested and he seemed taken aback but he gladly took up the offer. He spun me around so that I was straddling him.

"Ride me then." He smirked as he put his hands on my waist. My face flushed red as I slowly slid down on his dick. The water eased my vaginal walls and it barely hurt when I sat down on his dick. He kissed my neck and chest as I slowly slid up and down. Water splashed outside of the Jacuzzi as both of us started to groan. The pain turned to tinges of pleasure so I increased my pace. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I sped up. I went up and down feeling his dick rub against my walls and drive me to another peak of ecstasy.

"I am...close...jaan." Ibraheem groaned as he held unto me tightly. My breasts were rubbing against his chest as Ibraheem held me flush against his body.

"Me too." And then the two of us came together. I slumped on top of his body after that, exhaustion seeping into my bones. I wrapped my legs around his body and his dick slid out but there was no bleeding this time which was reassuring.

"Let's clean you up. We can continue after the Walima now. I don't want to tire you out. We have a long day tomorrow." I knew he was satisfied because we finally had sex without me screaming from the pain. It was actually quite fun. I knew it would get better once my inner walls healed and I was looking forward to that.

After that, we took a shower with Ibraheem holding me up and wiping me off. The painkiller had taken its effect and I felt sleepy. I was sure Ibraheem was tired too so after cleaning up, we laid down and fell into a peaceful slumber in each other's arms.

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum Lovelies!

Finally, Misha has lost her virginity. I know you were expecting loads of smut but I wanted to make this as realistic as I could. Also, I know some of you don't read the smut but I feel like this is an important chapter since it raises the awareness of using foreplay on the wedding night to make the entire process hurt less. Many young girls are unaware of how important lubrication, foreplay is so you should be aware. It is super painful to just penetrate without any planning so emphasis on these things.

Secondly, I read some comments about some post marriage scenes that Misha and Ibraheem should have so don't worry I will try to bring those in via Bonus chapters or Epilogue or something. I will decide that later.