All Over Again

Chapter 68

Ibraheem's POV:

Misha was grumpy since the moment she had woken up. It made sense since she was sore down there and her back was aching. She kissed my forehead in bed and then grumbled something before going to the bathroom. It was cute really. It was still hard to believe that she was finally living with me. The Walima was tonight at one of the biggest marquees in Karachi. I had left the main preparations to Kamran and Fahad. Misha and I had a photoshoot at 4 in the photographer's studio. What time was it anyway? I picked up my phone to check the time and almost immediately my eyes turned wide.

It was three already? Fuck, fuck, and fuck. Kamran had called me 12 times while Fahad had sent me 36 texts and 7 calls. How did we not wake up at all? I instantly got up from the bed and unlocked our room door because I had a feeling someone came to wake us up but we probably slept through it too.

After unlocking the door, I pulled on a t-shirt and stepped outside in a disoriented state of mind.

"Ah, the groom is up finally!" Sikandar declared while Malek and Daud applauded in return. I rolled my eyes, ignoring them as I scanned the room for Fahad or Kamran. Fahad emerged from one corner of the room and handed me a glass of orange juice.

"Good morning, bhai. I know you had a wild night but the Walima starts in 4 hours and we need to drop Misha off to the parlour then go to the hair dresser and ofcourse go to the photographer's studio andddd also go to the marquee after that." Fahad grinned while looking around for a lighter.

"What about my clothes?" Shit, I was supposed to get them picked up from the designer at 12 today.

"Don't worry, I sent Subhan and Bashar to pick them up." This idiot sent the two of them together? They are going to set everything on fire including my outfit. Fahad's twinkling eyes confirmed that he knew what he had done. "Don't worry, they won't involve your outfit in their personal beef. I think."

"What about the rest?" There was only Shamsher, Daud, Malek, Fahad and Delayr over here.

"Well, uncle is at the venue to confirm some last minute details. Auntie and the rest of the women just left for the parlour ten minutes ago." Fahad explained and then offered me an apple which I declined.

"Alright, shit, I am going to go take a shower and then let's head out." I told him quickly as I stumbled back into the room and locked the door again. Misha still wasn't out so I barged into the bathroom catching a glimpse of her tempting back and seductive ass.

"Ibraheem, what even?" She turned to glare at me. Her and her mood swings. I am going to have to get used to those.

"Jaan, its 3 p.m. already. We need to leave a.s.a.p. I am taking a shower with you. I really want us to make love again but we really don't have the time so let's do it when we get back." I said everything hurriedly as I started to undress, discarding my t-shirt and trouser on the marbled floor. I joined her in the shower and the sexual tension in the air made me want to ravish her here and now but the constant clock ticking in my head stopped me.

We settled on making out. I held unto her bare waist as I kissed her, entangling my tongue with hers. When I felt like I was losing my sanity, she lightly pushed me away and pecked my cheek before grabbing a bathrobe and covering herself.

"We will continue later. Take a shower, I am already done. Where are my clothes for today?" She inquired as she walked towards the bathroom door while drying her hair with another small towel.

"First cupboard on the right side. Maroon door." I told her and then got busy taking a shower as well. We needed to hurry. I was supposed to drop Misha off at the parlour at 3:30. She is going to be so pissed when she finds out.