Threads of Destiny

Chapter 5

Author's POV

It has been two weeks since Ibrahim's accident. His head injury is almost healed and his shoulder pain is also reduced. He was ready to join his office back again. His uncle and his family will be arriving in India today. So all the youngsters are going to the airport to pick them up.

He stood with his back against the car door, waiting for his family to gather so they could all head to the airport. His brother and sister-in-law Aiza, were the first to arrive. "Bhai, are you driving the car?" Ibrahim asked casually.

"Yes, me, Aiza, and the twins will ride in our car. You should take the other car and, of course, your Inaya," his brother replied with a teasing tone, which earned a laugh from Ibrahim.

"No way she’s sitting with me alone,"

"She is not sitting with you. She is the one who is driving you there, and like a good boy, let her drive." Ismail warned him.

"It's been two weeks since the accident bhai. Let me drive at least for today." He requested cause all the family members have been extra protective since the bike accident.

"No,"

Ismail's stern voice means the end of the discussion.

Ibrahim nodded and walked to the garage to retrieve his beloved Wrangler.

When he returned with the Jeep, his brother, Aiza, and both twins were already seated in the other car, but there was no sign of Inaya. Puzzled, Ibrahim looked toward Iqra. "Where’s Inaya?" he asked her.

"Dadi was discussing something important with her, so she'll be here in five minutes," Iqra explained.

"We're leaving now, Ibbi. You can go with her—she won’t be able to say no. All the best!" Aiza winked playfully as they drove off, leaving Ibrahim to realize that this was all part of his family’s plan to get him some alone time with Inaya.

Ibrahim shook his head with a smile. His family could be crazy when it came to his love life, but their plotting was undeniably sweet. They are the best cupid in his life.

Five minutes later, Inaya emerged, wearing a simple white palazzo set that made her look effortlessly elegant. Ibrahim couldn't help but stare, captivated by her beauty as if he were seeing the stars and moon for the first time.

Looking around, clearly confused by the absence of the others, Inaya approached him. "Where is everyone?" she asked.

"They all left because you took so long to come out," Ibrahim replied, feigning innocence with a shrug.

Suspicion filled Inaya’s gaze as she narrowed her eyes at him. "What? Don’t look at me like that," Ibrahim protested. "It’s your fault they left, not mine."

"How am I supposed to get to the airport now?" she muttered, glancing around.

Ibrahim pointed at the Jeep with exaggerated disbelief. "You don’t see this big vehicle here? I’m taking you."

Inaya looked at him with a deadpan look,

"I mean, You are taking me," he changed his words with a huff.

"That's what I thought," Inaya nodded and extended her hand asking for the keys.

After a moment of staring at each other, Ibrahim drops the keys into her hand. He opened the door for her, and once she was settled behind the wheel, he went and sat in the passenger seat. As they drove. He stared at her unblinkingly, making her clench the wheel, feeling his intense gaze.

"Can you stop looking at me like a creep?" She screeched and stopped the car at the signal and looked at him. He grinned shamelessly, making her groan in annoyance.