All Over Again

Chapter 13

Ibraheem's POV:

I could almost feel her body heat against mine and it was a warmth I was ready to welcome at any time but Misha recoiled and became as small as possible to keep a gap between us.

"Acha theek hai, fasla rakho fasla. (Okay fine, keep a distance.)" I heard Misha say as she shuffled away from me. "Ho bhi jao door ab. (Move away already.)" I smirked before taking a step back and looking at her with amusement as she looked around to see if anyone saw us. Some things never really change.

"Jab woh Usama chipka hua tha tab tou hassi ja rahi thi. (When that Usama was clinging to you, you wouldn't stop laughing.)" I scowled, suddenly remembering the guy who dared to stand next to Misha. My hand turning into a fist remembering how close they were standing.

"Pehli baat, uska naam Usman hai and men kab chipki howi thi uske sath? (Firstly, his name is Usman and when was I sticking with him?)" Misha began to justify and then paused and started to glare at me. What was wrong with her now? "Khair, men tou phir sath beethi howi thi, apki tou 'babes' hen na Karachi men? (Anyway, I was just sitting with him but then again, you have 'babes' in Karachi right?)" She stared at me bitterly but for some reason, I ended up smiling.

"Are you jealous?" I questioned as I waited for her to sit down and then took a seat after.

"Why would I be jealous? Jo dil karta hai karo. Mujhe kya farak parna hai? (Do whatever you want. Why would it matter to me?)" Misha said as she sipped her peach slush. She really loved those, huh? That was the same thing she was drinking when I saw her at the mall with her brother five years ago.

"Don't worry. I have already gotten rid of her." I assured her as I watched her drink the slush and glance left and right from time to time. Shit, she was so cute.

"Why would I worry? You can do whatever you want. It doesn't bother me at all." She replied as she put down her peach slush and looked at me. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Everything." I replied as I twisted the bottle cap.

"There is no 'everything' to talk about Ibraheem. Forget the past and move on like I have. There is no point in coming to my university and talking to me. There is no point in any of this. I am not the Misha you remember and we are not going down memory lane anymore. Live your life and let me live mine." Her words stung like broken glass shards. Her brilliant blue eyes were cold. I never knew someone so warm could look so merciless.

"I was moving on and yet you showed up in my life again turning it upside down." I admitted. It was true. Ever since I had seen her at her friend's engagement, the only thing in my head was Misha. Every single day, every single minute and every single second. I regretted letting her go back then and I thought I had moved on but maybe there was still feelings lingering somewhere within me. Maybe it was regret that pulled me back to Lahore. Back to her.

"I didn't do it by choice. If I could, I would have avoided you for the rest of my life." And yet, I never expected a reaction like this from Misha. She was right, the Misha I knew was gone. "We can just pretend all this never happened and move on."

"What if I don't want to?"

"You don't have a choice Ibraheem. There is a lot of things you could have done but you didn't. Don't start now." What was that supposed to mean? What was she implying? "Mistakes were made. Lessons were learned. Some things should have never happened."

"So you are saying that I was a mistake?" Somehow, I could feel my anger returning little by little.

"Weren't you?" For a fraction of a second, I saw an immense pain in her eyes.