A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Fifty Two

Kamran's POV:

She was sleeping or rather knocked out unconscious peacefully in the passenger seat. I had double strapped her to the seat to make sure she didn't slide or fall when I pressed on the brakes. Or try to make a run for it when she actually does wake up.

On the safe side, I taped her hands and feet too. I made sure not to cut her blood circulation off though. The guilt I felt when I placed the tape on the scars on her wrist almost suffocated me. Almost. But then I realised that losing her would choke me more. I had to weigh the pros and cons. And so here we were.

She is currently tied to the passenger seat of Wassal's car. What an ironic scenario.

Going to Wassal's place with her like this is a terrible idea but I really need to return the car and grab my own from his garage. I feel most comfortable in my own car. It has been parked in his villa since Ibraheem's wedding. I don't know how he will react, his moral compass is more skewed than mine so I doubt there would be any problems. Even if there are, I will handle it.

The automatic gates to Wassal's place slid open, allowing me to park the car in his garage right beside mine. He had gotten it washed and polished. Nice.

I gave one last look at Zoya who was still unconscious and then stepped out to greet Wassal. The mirrors of his car were darker than any shade of black I had seen. I had no idea how or why he was allowed to keep them this dark but it worked in my favour. No wandering eyes landed on Zoya during the drive here. Maybe I should get my cars tinted like this too.

I sounded like a villain. I probably had become one because of the little spitfire sleeping in the car right now.

"Were you busy when I called, little one?" Wassal seemed very laid back today. As if he had just woken up from the best sleep of his life or something.

"Not really." I muttered. My eyes were trained on the car mirrors as if I would be able to see her moving through them. They were so opaque though that I couldn't see shit. It was making me anxious. What if she had woken up? What if she feels hot? Or gets a panic attack? I did turn the A.C on the low to make sure she doesn't feel suffocated.

"Is there someone in the car?" I flinched and gave myself away. Suddenly, the look on Wassal's face turned dangerously more playful. "Oh? Are we expecting a guest? Should I ask the cook to prepare something?"

"No need. She already ate." I lied. I remember Rafay had asked her for lunch. I will have to force feed her myself. Maybe I won't. She is a foodie. She can get hungry in the most bizarre scenarios.

A part of me didn't want to show Zoya to Wassal. Maybe it was my possessive need to keep her away from everyone. Especially my own cousins who I knew were as crazy as me, if not, more.

Wassal isn't a threat to her though, I highly doubt that. He has never shown much interest in other women. Atleast, I have never seen him. The last time he wasn't hostile to a woman was when Kainat was still around. Suddenly remembering my dear sister constricted my heart.

"She?" Wassal sounded amused. I snapped back to him. He started to make his way towards the car door. It was a two seater so he made his way to the passenger seat. I wanted to stop him but there wasn't a way to get out of it. I took a few long strides and made it to the passenger seat door before he could. He rose his eyebrow at me and I grabbed the door handle.

I don't know what I was expecting but getting headbutted by Zoya wasn't in any of those scenarios. I groaned as I took a step back.

What was her forehead made of? It felt like someone hit my head with a brick. She tried to wiggle out of the seatbelt but it failed. She stilled the moment her eyes met with Wassal's.