A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Sixty One

Fahad's POV:

Mom and dad had taken the family private jet from Karachi to Islamabad to minimise the travel and reach us as soon as possible. They should be arriving any minute now. I really hope they arrive in a subtle manner. I don't want suspicion to arise incase anyone spots a certain dead body and hits the news.

I looked at the watch above the TV. It was 5 pm now. My father and mother in law would reach in roundabout two hours too. So far so good. I really needed to sort out this mess.

Now, all I had to figure out was how to tell dad that Zohaib's body was rotting somewhere on the side of the road and we had to discard it before someone finds out he is gone. Unka tou BP shoot karjana hai (His BP is going to spike.) Oh well, we are in a hospital, I can ask that piece of shit doctor to bring him BP medicine.

Rubab was sleeping in my arms while I was trying to organise my thoughts. I wonder if she will try to strangle me the moment she wakes up for manipulating the answer out of her. Well, I would have gotten the answer one way or the other. No point fretting over it.

I looked down at her. She was frowning in her sleep. I gently pressed the area between her eyebrows to relax her. Dear begum, I didn't say kabool hai three times for you to bail on me like this. Oh no, love, we are in for the long haul. It ain't even till death do us apart. We are meeting in the next life too. You are stuck with me for good.

A jump from a cliff didn't stop it. You think you killing Zohaib of all people would stop it? She clearly didn't know me well enough. She turned a little and snuggled into my chest. Yeah, definitely never letting you go.

I wonder how Rubab's parents would take the news. Should I just tell them I killed him? Would that be better? I can do that. I doubt it would bother my father in law. He has the same poker face and heart of ice as Rubab.

Rubab groaned in her sleep and I adjusted her a little so she was more comfortable. I am guessing the six hour long effects of the painkiller were wearing off too. I could feel the throbbing sensation in my head and back too.

The news about Kamran was haunting me too. To think Kainaat was potentially alive and Wassal had kidnapped her. And that Zoya had told him. The painkiller had numbed my reaction rate but this news felt like a ton of bricks now. Kainaat had been an elder sister to all three of us. Ibraheem and I have always been an only child but she made sure that she acted as a sibling figure for all three of us.

I recall the one time when Ibraheem and I had gotten into a brawl with some older kid in grade 5 and we were about to get beat up and Kainaat slapped the guy and screamed bloody murder to save us. There was this other time when I had a sudden high fever and she and Kamran took care of me through out the night at Ibraheem's house because dad and mom had gone to Turkey.

I also remember when the news about her disappearance had reached us. Ammi had rushed to auntie's side who was throwing up from the stress while uncle had a stroke from the shock. Kainaat was like a sister to us too. The loss was just so immense to bear. Kamran's family never stayed the same after that. Auntie withdrew from public completely. She became a hollow shell. Uncle became ruthless and lost his smile. He became super protective about Kamran.

I still remember how auntie had made us promise to protect Kamran no matter what happens and we gave her our word that the three of us would always be together and safe.

Back then, it took me and Ibraheem weeks to calm Kamran down who kept crying his eyes out. He cried until he had no more tears left. He became a silent observing entity after that. He kept saying how he had lost Anushay and Kainaat in the same night. Anushay or should I say, Zoya's family was very protective so Ibraheem and I had only seen Anushay from afar like once or twice. Who would have thought that that little midget was Zoya?