A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Four

Fahad's POV:

I didn't think she would look this hot. Black really brought out her features. I had spotted her the moment I stepped onto the rooftop. She stood out among the people. Everything else just felt like a blur compared to her. I had wanted to touch her face, pull my fingers through her hair but I don't think she was comfortable with that yet. I had always pegged her as someone elegant. How was it possible for a woman to look so graceful and tempting at the same time? She really was the best of both worlds.

'Kill me Fahad, I know you want too.' Rubab's imaginary seductive voice whispered in my ear causing me to let go of the fork and knife and close my eyes. I ignored the way the hair on my arms rose as well as the shiver I felt. This is just a mind game. The voice faded and I opened my eyes to see her cutting the steak elegantly without looking at me. Her eyes were distant as always as if she was lost in her own thoughts. What was she thinking about when I was right here before her eyes? Her focus should be on me.

"So, are we going to talk about it?" I initiated the conversation because she had been ignoring me since I told her about the pistol. She almost seemed impatient to leave. It really didn't sit well with me. Getting ignored by women. No, forget other women, how could she ignore me? Her aura today was different from that night. There was no fear in her features. She seemed confident, fearless and calm. I still hated getting ignored by her though.

"Talk about what?" Her voice was monotonous as she sliced another piece and placed it in her mouth. I watched as a little drop escaped from the corner of her mouth and slid down her chin seductively. Damn it. Concentrate, Fahad. 

She immediately wiped it with a napkin. She still wasn't looking at me. I felt my fist clench. Control your pace, Fahad. I need patience to get a reaction out of her. But I had wanted her to show me something. Something like how she relied on me the day Zohaib had came to her house. I wanted her to show me vulnerability. Only to me. Like back then. I wanted to experience that feeling again. That absolute control. That ego boast. That power and thrill.

But I could tell that her walls were back up again. Icy as always. She really was a guarded person. How thrilling. I felt an adrenaline rush as I thought of the ways to bring out her vulnerability. She should need me. No, not just need. She should want me.

"About us of course." And then it hit me. The perfect way to make her rely on me. "Zohaib has healed from his wounds. He had a concussion and two broken ribs. You should be careful. He might be up to something again. He is not the type to give up." Her fingers which were delicately cutting meat had stopped. She finally looked up at me. Her eyes were whirling with different emotions. That's it. This was what I had wanted to see. I felt goosebumps as she bit her lower lip in annoyance before looking to her right side.

"What do you suggest?" Oh? Was the Ice queen finally showing some submission or was it something else? I couldn't tell. Her voice was composed, there was no fear. It was hard to know what she was thinking about.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen as long as I am with you." I suggested with a smile. It was true though. I wouldn't let Zohaib get to her. She was too amusing to give up so easily. I could handle someone like Zohaib easily if it meant that she would rely on me some more. It felt liberating for someone like Rubab to depend on me. She was just so different.

"Yes, but what if you are not with me?" What was that question supposed to mean? Was she trying to get rid of me? Despite knowing the benefit I could bring her? Was she getting rid of Fahad Abroo? What was she playing at? No, maybe she still didn't know the power I held in my hand. I was about to counter her when I felt my phone ring. I looked at the screen and noticed the caller ID. 

Zunaira was calling. What did she want? Oh wait, this was perfect. I knew what would pique Rubab's interest. With a newly found idea, I put down the fork and knife I had just picked up and wiped my hands with a napkin before picking up her call.