Mafia's possessive love 3

Chapter 2

Mehak's eyes lit up with delight as she heard the news. Her voice bubbled with enthusiasm.

Mehak: "Really, Sara? A fair? That sounds amazing! Of course, let's go! I can't wait!"

Sara: "I knew you'd be up for it! It's going to be so much fun. We'll ride all the thrilling rides, eat cotton candy, and maybe even win some prizes!"

As they continued chatting about their plans for the fair, Mehak suddenly realized the time and knew she had to share the news with her mother. She hastily said goodbye to Sara.

Mehak: "Sara, I'm so excited, but I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow! Bye!"

She hung up the phone and rushed into the dining hall where her mother Aisha was sitting, enjoying a quiet moment.

Breathless with anticipation, Mehak blurted out:

Mehak: "Ammi, I want to tell you something!"

Aisha looked up, surprised by her daughter's sudden appearance and eagerness.

Aisha: "What is it, Mehak? You seem really excited. Is something special happening?"

Mehak: "Yes, Ammi! Tomorrow, there's a fair in our city, and Sara and I are going! It's going to be so much fun!"

Aisha smiled warmly at her daughter's enthusiasm.

Aisha: "That sounds wonderful, Mehak. I'm glad you're excited. Just remember to stay safe, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me. Have a great time with Sara!"

Mehak beamed with happiness, relieved that her mother was supportive of her plans.

Mehak: "Thank you, Ammi! I promise I'll be careful, and I'll make sure to call you if anything comes up. This is going to be the best day ever!"

Mehak left the dining hall to continue her preparations for the fair, eager to share this exciting adventure with her friend Sara.

ON THE OTHER SIDE

Ira sat at the dining table with her mother, Farha, and hesitated for a moment before gathering the courage to share her excitement.

Ira: "Mom, I wanted to talk to you about something. Tomorrow, there's a fair happening in our city, and I really want to go."

Farha, who had been focused on her meal, looked up at Ira with a stern expression.

Farha: "A fair? Ira, you know our family, the Khans, don't attend events like that. Those functions are often attended by many poor people, and it's just not appropriate for us."

Ira's face fell as she heard her mother's words. She had been hoping for a different response.

Ira: "But, Mom, it sounds like so much fun, and all my friends are going. Please, can I go just this once?"

Farha's tone remained firm as she reiterated her decision.

Farha: "No, Ira. Our family has certain traditions and standards to uphold. We don't attend events like fairs. You'll understand when you're older."

Ira was deeply disappointed and felt upset by her mother's refusal. She pushed her chair back from the table, her eyes welling up with tears.

Ira: "It's not fair, Mom. I just want to have fun with my friends like everyone else."

Without waiting for a response, Ira got up from the table, her frustration evident. Farha, still resolute in her decision, watched as her daughter left the room. As Ira retreated to her room, her mother remained in the dining area, torn between tradition and her daughter's wishes.

After sometime Ira returned to her room, her heart heavy with disappointment. She knew that her mother, Farha, wouldn't budge on her decision not to let her attend the fair. As she sat on her bed, she whispered to herself, "I want to go so badly."

Frustration and longing swirled inside her, but then an idea struck her like a ray of hope. With newfound determination, she thought, "There's only one person who can help me in this situation, and that's my one and only brother, Ibrahim Khan."

Ira had always looked up to Ibrahim. He was the older sibling, wise and understanding. Whenever she faced challenges or had desires that her parents were strict about, Ibrahim had been her confidant and supporter. With a sense of purpose, Ira decided to seek out her brother's advice and assistance.

She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Ibrahim's number, hoping that he would be willing to listen and help her find a way to attend the fair against their mother's wishes.

Other the other hand

Ibrahim Khan sat in a luxurious private jet, engrossed in his work on his laptop. His aura exuded a sense of authority and power, making anyone who crossed his path take notice. His sharp features and confident demeanor were enough to command respect. Despite his formidable appearance, he was known for his caring nature, especially towards his younger cousin sister, Ira.

As Ibrahim focused on his work, his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID and a warm smile spread across his face. He answered the call.

Ibrahim: "Hello, my dear little sister. How are you today?"

Ira's voice on the other end sounded relieved and hopeful.

Ira: "I'm good, brother. How are you?"

Ibrahim: "I'm doing well, little Ira. What's on your mind? You sound like you have something important to discuss."

Ira took a deep breath before expressing her desire.

Ira: "Brother, I want to go to the fair happening in our city tomorrow, but Mom said no. Can you please help me? I really want to go."

Ibrahim's smile remained, and he reassured her.

Ibrahim: "Don't worry, Ira. I'll talk to Mom about it. You will attend the fair, I promise."

Ira's face lit up with joy upon hearing her brother's words.

Ira: "Thank you so much, Bhai. You're the best!"

Ibrahim chuckled softly.

Ibrahim: "Anything for my little sister. I'll take care of it. Just be ready to have a fantastic time at the fair tomorrow."

Ira couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and gratitude. She knew that with her brother's support, she would be able to experience the fair she had been longing for.