All Over Again

Chapter 60

Misha's POV:

"Men tou keh rahi hun backless bhanwao apni choli. Bas pechay aik doori laga lena. Ibraheem ne tumhari kamar dekh kar hi mar jana hai. (I am telling you, you should get a backless top made. Just have a string holding it. Ibraheem will die when he sees your sexy back.)" Zoya wiggled her eyebrows as she ate halwa puri. I was still having a hard time believing she really was here.

"Ibraheem maray na maray, mere ghar walon ne mujhe zaroor mardena hai behaya honay ki waja se. (I don't know if he will die but my family will definitely kill me for being vulgar.)" I shook my head as I handed Rubab yogurt. We were having breakfast in my room. Ammi stepped inside to give us freshly squeezed grapefruit juice.

"Acha chalo, sleeveless tou bhanwao, Ibraheem tumhari malaim tawaja dekh kar fidah hojayega shadi men. (Okay fine, atleast have sleeveless shirts, Ibraheem will be mesmerized by your luscious silky skin.)" Zoya suggested and Ammi paused and gave her a look but then remembered how shameless Zoya really was.

"Mere khayal men shadi ke baad men bhi usko men apni 'malaim tawaja' dekha sakti hun. Ammi ap inki baton par itna ghour na karen, Zoya mazaak kar rahi hai bas. (I think I can show him my 'luscious silky skin' after the wedding too. Ammi focus on Zoya's words too much, she is just joking.)" I assured Ammi but Zoya gasped at us.

"Haw, men kab mazak kar rahi hun? Aisi shadi karengay ke agli tumhari sari naslon ko yaad rahegi. (Haw, I am not joking though? We are going to do such an amazing wedding that all your next generations will remember it.)" Zoya grinned mischievously. I was actually afraid of her plans now. She might actually make me wear something completely absurd. "Acha chalo choro, ajao ghumne phirne nikalay. Mujhe Lahore dekhay bohat arsa hogaya hai. (Okay nevermind, let's go hang out. It has been ages since I have seen Lahore.)"

"Waise tumne Saad ko kaisay manaya? Wapis Lahore anay ke liye? (Oh, how did you convince Saad? To send you back to Lahore?)" I grabbed my purse because Ammi had already given me permission to go out. Zoya was driving. We were planning to do a little early shopping and then lunch in some aesthetic restaurant as celebration for Zoya coming back.

"Kya matlab kaisay manaya? (What do you mean how did I convince him?)" Zoya reversed the car as Rubab connected her phone to the car Bluetooth to play music.

"Matlab Saad tou bohat protective nahi hai tumhare mamlay men? (I mean, isn't Saad really overprotective about you in this matter?)" I waved to my mother as the guard closed the gate.

"Haan, isliye menay usse bataya hi nahi. (Oh yeah, that is why I didn't tell him at all.)" Zoya replied nonchalantly as the car started to move in one direction.

"Oh acha. Kya matlab bataya nahi? (Oh, I see. Wait what do you mean, you didn't tell him?)" The music stopped almost immediately as I snapped my head in Zoya's direction. Rubab looked at her too.

"I sneaked out at night. Only Ammi knows. Plus, we are liberal but not that liberal so Saad lives in a different apartment from mine in Istanbul. He doesn't know I sneaked out. I only told Ammi. I bought a ticket, packed my essentials and bailed in the night. Don't worry I left him a note. He won't be back for a while, the next flight to Lahore is after a few days late. I am sure we will figure something out till then." Zoya explained as she gave me wide smile leaving me completely speechless. She really was a different level from me. "For now, just make sure that when you meet Ibraheem, he doesn't tell Kamran that I am back. When are you meeting Ibraheem anyway?"

"The day after tomorrow." I tried to control my excitement as I said that. It was amazing that he was going to visit my house to take me on a date and my family would actually know for once. It won't be a stealth mission. It really felt unreal. My parents had given us permission when they saw the nikkah-nama. It took a while for them to absorb the information but they agreed to it. It was so thrilling to imagine that we could have proper dates now.