A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Three

Date looks for Rubab and Fahad ^

P.s for the sake of fahashi, let's pretend that Rubab has her shoulders covered too.

Rubab's POV:

It was finally the dreaded day. That's right. I had to bear Fahad for a good two hours today. He had offered to come to my house to pick me up much to my annoyance, but I politely declined and said I would just meet him wherever he would tell me. I didn't want him to decide a shady place to meet but unexpectedly, he decided on a very lively place for our 'date'. I still can't believe I am meeting him alone. After the scene with Zohaib, I just didn't have the guts to face him alone. Or more like I chose not to. I didn't trust myself with him. He was too observant and evil. It's like he can see right through you. It was uncomfortable in a way.

The things you do for your friends. If this keeps Zoya protected, it doesn't matter. She truly felt like a part of me, of my blood and my soul. A true sister even if we weren't biologically related. Plus, I am sure she would have done the same if she was in my place. So would Misha. Our bond was strong like that. We accepted the good and the bad. The highs and the lows. We promised to live through them together.

Fahad was just another test to that bond. At least that is what I assured myself with. A test. An obstacle. He would leave once he gets his fill of the 'fun' or 'games' as he called it or I will leave when the time is right. When Zoya can get away and live a life without the constant fear of always looking behind her. All I know is, this needs to end. We cannot handle each other. We are just not compatible.

I watched her as she scanned my wardrobe for clothes, throwing multiple shirts on the bed and looking at them thoughtfully. She deserved all the happiness in the world for what she had been till this day. She was a brave one. Probably the strongest one mentally among the three of us. I hope and pray to Allah that she finds someone who gives her peace, protects her from all the dangers of the world and loves her unconditionally. So that she can finally live without a care in the world.

Zoya took out a black dress I had only worn only once in my entire life. Why? Because I just did not vibe with it. I was a pastels and white person. The colour, black made me a different person. It attracted attention towards me while I preferred staying in the shadows or blending in. Black made me outright standout. I was a low-key person. Away from the eyes, away from the mind. 

"Are you sure I should wear black? Doesn't it look too sharp?" I looked at it with unease and contempt. Zoya was quick to pick up on it.

"I know you are against it. That is why I want you to wear it. I know you look fire when you wear black. Trust yourself some more. Here apply this red lipstick." Did she just say red? She took out a lipstick from her bag and threw the lipstick at me. It was maroon. This was very different from what I usually went with. I was a nude lipstick person with bare minimum makeup. "Who knows? Maybe Fahad might change his outlook on you. Isn't that what you want? To not be an easy target?" She winked as she ushered me to put the lipstick on.

"Change his mind? Let's hope he really does. I would like it even better if he gets over me after this stupid date." I looked at myself in the mirror. My usually straight hair was blown out of proportion with curls everywhere. My lips were painted blood red and my eyes looked brighter than usual due to the winged eyeliner. I wore a choker in my neck. Something I would never wear if I could decide but Zoya pushed for it. I wore gladiator lace heels that stuck like glue to my skin. The dress was equally fitted. I could feel every curve of my body. "This was me and yet it wasn't me." 

I could feel a new form of confidence brewing in me. I felt like a younger me. The reckless me who didn't think of her actions. Unattached from the world and yet fearless. I felt my heart solidify within my chest. I could do this. Become ice cold, Rubab Shah. Emotionless. Fahad Abroo is just a man in the end.