All Over Again

Chapter 18

Four days ago,

Ibraheem's POV:

The moment I had left the restaurant, I had taken the first plane back to Karachi and did what I thought I should have done years ago. My parents were sitting on the balcony having breakfast.

"Here comes my son that makes us all proud." My mother said proudly as she rose her cup of tea. I hugged her and then turned to my father to shake his hand before taking a seat.

"I have made you both proud by fulfilling your wishes. Now it's time for you to fulfill one of mine." I replied as I poured myself orange juice while my parents looked at me slightly taken aback.

"What do you mean, son?" I heard my father say in all seriousness as he placed his cup of tea down.

"There is a girl that I am in love with. I want you to go ask for her hand in marriage. Can you do that for your son?" I said it all at once and waited for my parents reaction.

"Is this why you have never liked any of the girls I have introduced to you?" My mother questioned me but she couldn't hide her joy and excitement.

"Yeah. She is the only one for me."

"I am so glad my son has decided to finally settle down. What is her name?"

"Misha Yousaf." The moment those words rolled out, different memories of her flashed in my head and I ended up smiling. They way she frowns, the way she laughs, the way she maintains a distance and hisses at me.

"Where is she from? How old is she? What is she studying? What does she look like?" I was bombarded with questions which I had expected from mother. It was a positive sign that she was showing interest.

"She is from Lahore. She is 21 and studying Fashion Design. This is what she looks like." I showed her a picture of Misha I had in my phone and mother nodded her head in approval. I then turned to my father for his reaction.

"Kya khayal hai begum? (What do you think, wife?)" I heard my father ask my mother for her opinion as she showed him the picture of Misha too.

"Bari pyari beeti lag rahi hai. (She looks like a beautiful child.) I say, we do what our son has suggested." Mother said and I felt my heart thump louder in my chest. I looked to my father for an answer in anticipation.

"Mere beetay ne pehli dafah mere se kuch dil se manga hai. Zaroor puri karunga khuwahish. (For the first time in my life, my son has asked me for something. I will definitely fulfill your wish.) She will be our daughter in law and your wife. I will go meet the family once I get done with the political obligations in a few days. You will handle everything while I am away alright?" I nodded immediately.

Misha, my little fox, I am doing what I think is right just like you told me.

.......

Current Day.

Qasim's POV continued:

The moment I heard the name of his son, it all started to make sense. I also noticed the look of realization dawning on the rest of my family members faces as well. Ibraheem was a name none of us were ever going to forget especially after the whole incident he had caused five years ago. I saw ammi and abbu exchanging glances with each other. Ammi gave me and Humayun a stern look to behave because she knew all too well that we had trouble controlling our tempers.

"Thank you for this proposal but we are very sorry, we cannot accept this marriage proposal." Abbu answer solemnly in a loud clear voice. For a fraction of a second that man, Ibraheem's father, looked angry and then he was back to maintaining a neutral expression on his face.