A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Fifty Eight

Fahad's POV:

We had been shifted to the VIP suite. That was fine. It was expected after all. A few calls from dad handled that. Fahad Abroo lives in style. Always. The quality was good, ambience was satisfying as well except the piece of shit who was currently helping my wife to her bed, adjacent to mine. Both of us had been carefully moved to wheelchairs before shifting us to the suite. Rubab's case was dealt with a little too carefully.

I narrowed my eyes at the doctor who was smiling at Rubab while ignoring my existence altogether. He had neglected me and ushered a nurse towards me. An elderly nurse who looked sleep deprived and done with her job. She was ignoring me as much as the doctor who looked like he was just going to fall to Rubab's feet any second and kiss it. If my ankle wasn't screwed up, I would have stabbed his hand with the stint they put to straighten my ankle.

I shifted uncomfortably in the plush confines of the VIP suite as I eyed him and begum. Why was she smiling so sweetly at him? Did she think she was single already? Over my dead body. Quite literally. He looked my age. I didn't want to admit it but from a certain 'Rubab' point of view, he would even be considered good looking but he was nowhere near the beauty that Fahad Abroo was.

She looked so peaceful, laying in the adjacent bed with her gaze fixed on the doctor who had just finished adjusting her pillows. Did she forget I was right here? My chest tightened at the sight of her smiling up at him, her laughter echoing softly in the room. What a fake laugh. I internally scoffed. As if the doctor heard my scoff, he turned to look at me and he smirked. Did he just smirk at me? It's final. That shit is dying tonight. I am throwing him from the same cliff I fell. If he survives, I will throw him down again.

"Oh? You are a doctor too?" I watched as he effortlessly engaged Rubab in conversation, his gestures animated and attentive, making her smile and nod politely in a way that stung a pang of jealousy within me.

"Oh no, I still have two years." Rubab, who was an ice cold brick to me not half an hour, nodded her head eagerly at him. Wait till I am out of these bandages. She needs to be discip-

"Oh, you must be studying internal medicine and surgery as subject right now then? Are you done with sendups?" My thoughts were interrupted by his loud, overly cheerful voice. I am stabbing his throat. I want him to suffer. My ankle throbbed with a dull ache but it was nothing compared to the burning in my chest. It was scalding.

"Not yet. They are in a month." Rubab corrected and he nodded his head a little too thoughtfully. As if that shit had anything in that miniature brain of his. I am not sure if Rubab sensed my glare but she turned to look at me. The moment her eyes met mine, I felt my heart skip a beat. Shit, she had no right to look that stunning in this state. Well, she did look like a Bugs Bunny or something with two of her front teeth gone but she was still so pretty.

When the doctor followed her stare and looked at me again, I gave him a dangerous look and grin. It was a promise that I was going to skin him the first chance I get. Starting from hammering nails into that tongue of his that just won't stop flirting with my wife. MY WIFE. He flinched as if he could read my thoughts. Good. This was just the start. Kamran may be the expert at torturing people but I knew my fair share of torture techniques.

"I need to give you both a dose of painkillers and antibiotics to numb the pain. The effects will last for 4 hours but the initial phase will be easier to tolerate. I am sure you understand that right, Rubab?" Forget the throat, those eyes are getting stabbed with the first thing I can get my hands on. His eyes are lingering on her face for longer than they should. As if sensing my murderous aura, he finally decided to fuck off. Rubab's laughter subsided as the doctor excused himself, leaving us in a brief moment of quietude.