A Pakistani love story between an innocent girl who belongs to a really strict and stereotypical family and a boy who belongs to a mafia family.
~Aira(main character) 20 years old lives in Lahore with her family. She has 3 siblings, one best friend...
Aira's POV The next day, I woke up to the smell of breakfast, my body is still sore and marked from the night before. I sat up, running my fingers through my messy hair, and I looked around the room, spotting Ibrahim standing by the balcony door, stirring the cup of coffee. 'Ibrahim," I said in my sleepy voice Ibrahim looked up as soon as he heard my voice, a smile spreading across his lips as he spotted me sitting on the bed. ' Morning, beautiful," he said softly, his eyes roaming across my body, taking in the marks and bruises he left on me last night I raised my arms, telling him to hug me. He put his coffee cup on the side table and walked over to where I was, his arms wrapping around me in a warm embrace. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "Good morning, my love. I ordered us some breakfast,'' he said in a soft voice, his fingers tracing patterns on my back. "Ok, but first give me some clothes to wear. It feels weird like this, " I said while pulling away from the hug. Ibrahim hummed, letting go of me and walking over to the closet where I had kept my clothes that I bought for Fatima's wedding. He rummaged inside the closet and took out a panty and his oversized t-shirt before returning to the bed and handing them to me. Ibrahim sat down on the edge of the bed, a warm smile on his lips as he watched me pull on the t-shirt and the panty, his eyes trailing across my body. I like this view, " he muttered while smirking teasingly. "Shut up," I said while blushing. Ibrahim chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he saw my blushing cheeks "Aw, my love's getting all shy on me?" he said, a smirk, tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my cheek, his lips lingering on my skin. 'Now, how about we have some breakfast?" Ibrahim suggested standing up and walking over to the small table where the breakfast was served. He gestured to the chairs, inviting me to join him on the table, " Come sit down, I got you coffee, too. I know how much you love your coffee in the morning,' he added,a mischievous smirk on his face. "Why are you smirking?" I said while looking at him suspiciously: Ibrahim chuckled, placing an omlete on my plate, "Oh, nothing. I just like seeing you in my clothes, that's all.'' He said, unable to keep the grin off his face. He took his seat, picking up his cup of coffee and sipping from it, his eyes flickering over to me, enjoying the sight of me wearing his clothes. I just ignored him and continued eating my breakfast. After breakfast (Im really sorry I've never been to Pakistan, and have never attended any pakistani wedding, so i don't really know if it's barrat after haldi, so please forgive me if i skip any <3)
As Ibrahim left me to get ready, I walked over to the wardrobe to pick out the outfit I would wear for the baraat. I dug through the clothes pulling out an outfit and changing into it, It was a beautiful traditional outfit that hugged my figure nicely. Looking at myself in the mirror, I adjusted my hair and applied some light makeup, and went to Fatimas room to check on her.
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Aira's clothes
I knocked on the door of Fatimas room, waiting for a response. After a few moments, I heard Fatima's voice, and the door opened, revealing a flustered Fatima in her wedding lehenga. I could see the anxiety and excitement in her eves. and I knew she was a mix of emotions. Seeing her like that, I immediately reassured her, "Hey, it's going to be okay. You're going to look amazing, and the wedding will go perfectly. You're marrying the love of your life, and everything is going to be amazing Just relax and breathe,' I said softly, trying to soothe her nerves. I reached out and squeezed her hand, offering her a comforting smile. Fatimas' shoulders relaxed slightly. and her anxious expression faded a bit. She took a deep breath and nodded her head, "Thank you," she said softly, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. I gave her hand one more reassuring squeeze before I stepped back, giving her some space to finish getting ready. As I was waiting for Fatima to get ready, I got a message from Ibrahim telling me to meet him in his room. "Babe, I will come back really quickly ok, "i said while lightly kissing her head. "Yeah, yeah, sure."Fatima said while looking at me with teasing eyes. "It's not what me you're thinking. ok!!"I said while going out from her room. I left Fatimas' room, making my way to Ibrahim's room where Ibrahim was waiting for me. As soon as I entered he looked up from his phone and smiled at me, his eyes trailing across my body and the outfit that I had chosen, his gaze filled with desire. He stood up and walked over to me, his hands sliding around my waist to pull me closer to him. "You look beautiful,' he whispered, his lips grazing my earlobe. "You don't look bad yourself,' I said while kissing his cheeks Ibrahim smiled, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he tightened his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. 'Flattery won't get you anywhere sweetheart," he teased, a playful twinkle in his eyes as he tilted his head, pressing a soft kiss to my lips "Stopppp, don't ruin my lipstick, I said while trying to pull away from his grip. Ibrahim grinned mischievously, tightening his grip on me, not letting me go. "But I like you with smudged lipstick," he teased, his eyes flickering down to my lips, his thumb running across them gently. 'Ibrahim, I'm serious, and let me go. I have to go to Fatima now. Bye, " I said while running out from his room. Ibrahim chuckled, his eyes watching as I ran out of the room, a satisfied grin on his face. "Fine, fine. Have fun getting ready with Fatima. See you soon, my love,'' he called after me, his voice filled with adoration and amusement. As I entered Fatima's room, I found her standing in front of the mirror, adjusting her outfit and finalizing her makeup. She turned around as I walked in, her eyes lighting up with happiness upon seeing me. "Hey!" she exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across her face. I returned her smile and walked over to stand next to her, looking at our reflection in the mirror. We both looked beautiful, ready to take on the day's events. The excitement in the air was palpable; I couldn't wait for the baraat to begin and for Fatima and Arham to finally be married.
After a few more moments of admiring ourselves in the mirror. we both burst into laughter, the excitement building up inside us. 'It's almost time,' Fatima said, her voice filled with eagerness, her eyes twinkling with joy. I could feel her excitement, her happiness radiating off her. We quickly made our way towards the garden, our hearts filled with anticipation for the grand baraat function to begin. As we stepped outside, we were immediately greeted by the sound of the dhols playing and the laughter and chatter of guests. It was a whole traditional Pakistani wedding. There were decorations everywhere, colourful lights strung around the venue, making it look magical. Everyone was dressed in their best traditional clothes, the atmosphere filled with anticipation and excitement As we made our way to the main stage, I could see people gathering around, eagerly waiting for the baraat to begin. We reached the main stage, and Fatima took her place at the stage beside Arham. looking like a beautiful bride-to-be, her nerves and anxiety replaced with excitement and anticipation. I looked up and saw Ibrahim looking at me with flirty eyes, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest as we exchanged glances. Soon, the imam arrived and began the nikah ceremony, standing before Fatima and Arham and guiding them through the traditional Islamic wedding rituals. The atmosphere grew quiet as everyone listened silently. Fatima's fingers trembled slightly as she signed the nikah papers, and soon after that, they exchanged rings, their eyes locked on each other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and admiration for the couple, and I whispered a silent prayer for their happy and blessed union. After Nikah, Fatima and Arham said goodbye and went to their hotel room. I was about to go to my room when I felt someone dragging me to their car, I turned and saw Ibrahim. 'What the hell, Ibrahim!" I said, almost screaming at him. "Get inside the car, we're going somewhere,"he said while opening the door for me I gave him a confused eye and got inside his car. "Where are we going??" I asked. "You'll know when we are there," He said, looking at me with his loved filled eyes. "Ok," I said, finishing the conversation. After a while, I felt my mobile ringing When I turned it on, it was my mom, Ibrahim looked at me, confusedly asking me who's calling. "My mom's calling, stay silent, ok?" I told him and picked up the call.
"Hello, Mama,'' (AIRA)
'Hello Aira, how are you doing." (M0M)
'T'm doing good mama, how about you and others?" (AIRA)
"We're also doing good, but why didn't You call us? It's been 3 days. (MOM)
"Ummm... Mamma, you know there's a lot of work here, that is why, but don't worry, i will call you all from now on" (AIRA)
"Hmmm, how long are you going to stay there for?? (MOM)
'Mama, just one more day, I will be taking a flight back to Pakistan after 2 days (AIRA)
"Good just to let you know your brother is still not happy with you being there all alone!!" (MOM)
Mom, I don't really care. It's ok if he's the one going on vacations all alone with his friends, but he's mad when I'm here for just my best friends wedding (AIRA)
"Stop Aira, you know that he's a boy, he's older than you, he can do it, but you can't. You're still a child. (MOM)
"Stop. I just don't wanna talk about it, " I said while hanging up the call.
"What happened," Ibrahim asked while looking at me worriedly. "Nothing, leave it, and tell me how long do I need to waittt" I asked excitedly. "Just a little more, my love," He said while kissing my hand.
After a while. Ibrahim got out of the car and opened my side door. "Come on," he said while giving me his hand. I got out and looked around. "It's sooooo pretty," I told Ibrahim while looking around. "Yeah" Ibrahim said while hugging me from back, putting his chin on my neck and softly sniffing my scent.
After 2 hours. "Ibrahim, we should get going now. It's already 1:37 am. "Hmmm," he said while placing soft kisses on my neck. "IBRAHIM," I screamed. OK. OK, Mrs Ibrahim Mir. "Let's go back" he said while taking me back to the car.
