All Over Again

Chapter 33

Misha's POV:

"What happened to your face?!" I gasped as I looked at Ibraheem's disheveled attire. There was a light bruise under his left eye. I carefully brought my hand forward to touch it but I recoiled almost immediately think it would probably hurt him if I touched it. Ibraheem had landed in Lahore last night after staying almost a week in Karachi. The first thing he did after landing was call me up so we could have lunch today so here I was sitting in his Range Rover in the parking lot of my university.

"Ah shit, it still hasn't faded? It's nothing. Don't worry about it, meri jaan." Ibraheem averted his eyes while placing a hand on his bruise and I narrowed my eyes at him. What in the world was he hiding? He was gone for almost an entire week to Karachi saying he had to take care of his political duties but this didn't look like it was work related.

"Who did you have a fight with?" Ibraheem looked at me in surprise. I crossed my arms over my chest as I looked at him pensively. "Who hit you? Tell me."

"Nobody babe." He chuckled but I could sense the uneasiness in his voice. Was he seriously going to hide shit from me?

"Nahi batana? Theek hai. Men ja rahi hun. Khud khana kha lou. (You are not going to tell me? Fine then. I am leaving. Eat by yourself.)" I made a move to grab the door handle but he quickly grabbed my wrist.

"Acha meri jaan batata hun. Jazbaati kyun horahi ho? (Alright, my life, I will tell you. Why are you getting emotional?)" Ibraheem smirked but I glared at him and it wiped the smile of his face. He scratched the back of his head as he answered. "Abbu hit me." I blinked. Once. Twice.

What? What did he just say?

"Uncle hit you?" I repeated his words. I mean, I know his father gave off aggressive vibes but he didn't look like violent type. What did he do to piss him off so much?

"Yeah." He muttered lowly. "Well, he didn't exactly hit me. I just didn't dodge what he was throwing at me in a fit." He grinned at me and I just looked at him dumbfounded.

Silence fell on us and then I imagined the scene of Ibraheem dodging the things his father was throwing at him. For some reason, in that moment, the scene seemed so amusing to imagination that I don't know what came over me but I ended up laughing. I laughed until tears came out of my eyes while Ibraheem just smiled.

"I should" I broke into a fit of laughter then paused, "have seen" I laughed again, "this scene unfold." I wiped my tears while Ibraheem feigned hurt.

"You are happy to hear your husband getting hurt? That hurts my feelings." Ibraheem put a hand over his heart while he reversed the car and I laughed again. How was he so perfect? Was it even possible for a man to be this amazing?

"You know I would never be happy if you actually got hurt but this situation just made me laugh. I am sorry." I beamed up at him while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"It's alright, my love. I know you won't. So what do you want to eat?" Even his side profile was perfect. I looked down at his hand broodingly. There was something I had wanted to do but for some reason, my confidence from last night depleted.

"Whatever you are down for. I am okay with anything. What are you in the mood for? Desi? Chinese?" I replied while still looking down at his free hand that was resting on his thigh. Should I just go for it? I didn't get a reply from him so I snapped my eyes up at him only to see him looking at me with a confused expression.

"Where are you looking, little fox? What is down there?" Ibraheem smirked at me. He looked down at his pants and then back at me. I sensed an inappropriate undertone in his words and gaped at him. My face turned red as I wheezed in shock.