Truly Madly Deeply

Chapter 24

Ibraheem's POV:

I watched her give me a pleading look as she brutally refused to come with me. Had she forgotten she was at a disadvantageous position right now? The fact that she had lied to me kept replaying in my head like a broken record. Did she even regret doing that? If she wasn't then she would do it again. I had to hammer it into her head that she can't take me for a fool.

"Chalti ho k zabardasti le kar jaoun? (Are you coming or do I have to drag you by force?)" I made my threat clear as I watched her tremble under my voice. I rose from my seat and brought my hand forward so she could take it but she continued to stare at it while looking mortified. I recoiled it as I gave her another deathly stare. She was angering me with every wrong she was making.

I wasn't expecting her to ask for forgiveness so when she did say sorry while looking at me with her gigantic blue eyes and trembling body, I felt my anger subsiding. I knew I was scaring her but I had needed to develop this much fear in her so she wouldn't even dream of lying to me again. I noticed her glancing towards her friends and for some reason, it upset me. She should look at me. Why was she not paying attention to me while I am standing right in front of her?

"You should be looking at me right now." I told her and she snapped her head back at me and gave me another wide eyed pleading look. I sighed as I sat down and told her to sit down as well. I could tell she was reluctant but she conceded and sat down.

Once I placed the order for the food, I focused my attention on her. I could tell she was wondering what I was doing but this is the first time I was staring at her up close, I wanted to observe her features. She had the bluest eyes like the ocean and the sky had met and merged. They pulled you into them and made you lose track of time and place. Her hair looked soft and I would have touched it to see what it felt like but I knew she would try to make a run for it if I did that. I glanced at her lips for a few seconds but I didn't want to creep her out by seeming like a pervert so I focused back on the rest of her features. She really was beautiful.

"Why did you lie to me, Misha?" I had really wanted to know this, what made her want to do this? Was I not frightening enough? Did she want to play me or was it an honest mistake? I toned down my anger just slightly when I asked this so I could get an answer out of her.

"I didn't think it would be such a big deal." The way she answered told me she wasn't lying but I felt like there was more to it. I narrowed my eyes slightly as I continued to stare at her, I felt her eyes follow my face and then trail downwards focusing on the gun I had deliberately exposed before she looked up at me again. Guess, she knows what will happen if she lies to me again so I will trust her on this.

"I hate liars. Don't ever do it again. Agli dafah aisay howe tou men tumhe utha kar Karachi le jaounga, acha? (Next time this happens, I will kidnap you and take you to Karachi, clear?)" She snapped her big round blue eyes at me in shock and I just stared back to make sure we were clear on the threat. I meant it, a part of me just wanted to take her back to Karachi with me. I don't know what compelled me but I really wanted to see her more often. I didn't really care for liars but Misha lying to me really triggered something angry inside me. Silence fell on us again as I continued to stare at her while she looked left, right, up and down to avoid making eye contact with me.

"Papers kaise howe? (How were you exams?)" I questioned her as I decided to observe her features again. You don't see faces like this in Karachi. What was it about her?

"Good." She replied almost immediately and I raised my eyebrow at her.

"All of them?" Was she trying to get rid of me by giving me short replies? I needed details. She has been seen zoning my messages lately so I never got the time to ask. I could tell she was tense so I toned down my voice and tried to ask her as softly as I could. "Just relax and answer. And look at me when you speak. I am not going to hurt you. Now tell me, how did your exams? With Details."

"Well, my chemistry exam was pathetic. They put in some weird experiment that went above my head. I contemplated leaving the page empty but then I just filled it up with random stuff that I remembered from the textbook." I chuckled, I didn't think she would be the wild guessing type so it was cute that she did that. I felt her relax after noticing my laugh. "English was my most favorite. It was super easy and I genuinely enjoyed attempting it. Physics wasn't so bad either. Urdu was a nightmare. Math went unexpectedly well despite me failing most of my classes in school. Today's exam was pretty easy, I completed it in the first twenty five minutes." I noticed the excitement in her tone and it pleased me eternally. She looked up at me and I was smiling at her with a gentleness, I didn't even know I had.

The food arrived and I noticed the waiter brought the food that her friends had ordered as well. She looked at the plates and then at her friends before looking back at me with perplexed emotions.

"Can we sit with my friends now?" She asked me softly as if I was a ticking time bomb and maybe I was.

"Why? You don't enjoy my company?" At times, her expressions were pretty obvious. Did she know what face she was making right now? "You can meet your friends after you eat with me." Her grim expression disappeared and suddenly she looked happier. She started to eat quickly while I continued to stare at her so she gave me a look wondering what the fuck was wrong with me now.

"What is it about you?" I asked all of a sudden, I really wanted to know why she was terrorizing my thoughts like this.

"What about me?" She asked oblivious while calling the waiter. I inadvertently gave the waiter a death glare as if to warn him to not show up again any time soon to interrupt my conversation. The waiter gulped as she instructed him to take her friend's food to them and he complied.

"It's weird." I said once the waiter was out of sight. "You know, I was at a party a few days ago and out of nowhere, I saw you in my arms instead of someone else." Misha choked on the food and I handed her a glass of fresh lime while smirking at her reaction. It was so fresh and unique. "I had the same reaction as you when that happened. I am sure you are thinking 'what the hell?' I asked myself the same question. I kept asking myself that over the past week as well."

Misha Yousaf was literally at a loss of words. She continued to stare at me as if unsure of what to say.

"So, I decided something. How about you become my girlfriend?" I concluded that if this, whatever I was feeling, had something to do with attraction, I could spend some time with her and get a move on once I am over the feeling. I smirked at her, daring her to refuse because no one ever refused me. I was partially joking when I suggested that because I had kept in mind the fact that her family was over protective but she could keep a secret boyfriend right? Girls did that. Though I am more of the official kind of guy but I can work with that as well. She wouldn't refuse, she can't. She doesn't have a choice in this, not right now at least.

"No way." Her words stung, wiping off my smirk.