A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Twenty Two

Rubab's POV:

Fahad pushed hard on the brakes but it was too late, his car touched the two cars in the front causing a strong jolt throughout. Everything happened so fast. An airbag opened infront of me minimizing the impact of the accident. To my horror, Fahad's airbag didn't open and his head collided with the top of the steering wheel knocking him out cold. I had remembered that he had forced me to wear a seatbelt and forgot to wear his on. Shit. There was a bruise on his forehead. A cut that would definitely need stitches.

"Fahad? Wake up!" I shook him but he just groaned unconsciously. His eyebrows were knit tight and I could tell he was in agony. I slowly deflated the air bag and saw a sight that scared me shitless. Salman, Zohaib's younger brother stepped out of the Tundra we had smashed into. He looked at the two of us and then focused his eyes on me. This was their doing? The second car that was blocking our path also belonged to Salman's guards.

Shit, so Fahad was right. Zohaib, that fucking psychopath was back. I watched Salman cracking his knuckles before he moved to my side of the car. He opened the passenger door and grabbed my upper arm, pulling me out.

"Hey, hey! Hands off!" I slapped his hand off. I kept glancing from him to Fahad because I was scared he was going to bleed out. The wound wasn't deep but there was blood. Loads of it. Damn it, this was frustrating.

"Bhabhi, you need to come with me. Zohaib bhai wants to meet you." Salman said as he slowly let go of me. He seemed dead serious as he eyed me carefully.

"First of all, the engagement broke so I am not your 'bhabhi' anymore. Secondly, I have no reason to meet Zohaib anymore."

"Bhabhi, the engagement isn't over until Zohaib bhai decides it. I really don't want to drag you so please come with me peacefully." Salman took a step towards me but I held my ground. Calling the police wasn't going to work in this situation. I knew the influence these idiots had over the cops. Fahad was the one who was supposed to handle me but he is out cold too. The fuck do I do, now?

"What is Zohaib planning to do? There is nothing left to talk about." I stalled the conversation as I tried to think of a way out of this.

"He is hoping to continue the engagement and marry you. Make amends, you know." I gaped at Salman. The audacity to even think of this. Marry me? I would rather die. No wait, there was a better idea. I glanced in Fahad's direction because I sensed movement from his side. His hands were twitching. It was a good sign that he was gaining consciousness despite the injury. It meant that the head trauma wasn't deep enough to mess with his system.

"Look, Salman, there is something you need to know. More like your brother needs to know." I intentionally stepped towards Fahad. I noticed his eyes fluttering open while he groaned out in pain holding his head. I had to be very careful about this. I can't jeopardize this plan. Never mind that, I can't believe I am actually going to say this out loud. "There is no way I can marry your brother anymore."

"What are you talking about? Why not?" Salman had also noticed that Fahad was coming about. I felt my heart thumping in my chest. I hope Fahad takes the hint because he needs to play along to what is about to happen. Once Fahad had regained his senses, he snapped his head left and right, probably looking for me until he saw me standing beside the door. His eyes then connected with Salman's. Fahad opened the dashboard and took out a pistol before pulling on the door handle. This was the moment. Fahad had to hear what I had to say too. He stumbled towards me with a gun pointed towards Salman. I didn't give him a chance to speak. He might ruin it.

"The reason I can't marry your brother is because I am already legally married to Fahad. Humara nikkah ho chukka howa hai. (We have already signed the marriage papers.)" I made sure the words were loud and clear. I turned to look at Fahad hoping the idiot had taken the hint and heard me properly. He stared at me for a few seconds in silence until I saw the familiar twinkle in his eyes. That only meant one thing. He had caught on.