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.

"You totally look like a bad bitch, Rubab. I am so proud of you. Scare him away. Be the queen that you are. I am sure it will work. Trust yourself. You will do great. I will come pick you up once you are done and we can go check out some hot guys. Been ages since I have checked out Lahori folks." Zoya remarked and I laughed because I agreed with her. I hope this confidence lasts till the end of that bloody date. I needed to get him off my back. Maybe the 180 degree turn in my look could shoo him away. Not maybe, I am sure it would.

I arrived at the café before him. We had decided to sit on the rooftop since the weather was good for once. I felt all eyes on me as I stepped out of the lift and onto the rooftop. It was still bright outside which I was grateful for. A group of guys sitting on one table looked at me expectantly but I turned my face away from them. They seemed younger than me judging from their facial expressions or maybe they were just immature. Ignore as you always do. There were two men sitting on another table who seemed a few years older than me. The classier one turned to look at me in amusement as he followed me with his eyes till the moment I took a seat.

This is why I didn't like pulling off such looks, I attracted eyes everywhere much to my discomfort. I just hope today is worth it. The classy older man looked at me with a smirk on his face before he turned to look down at his watch and at the lift. Yes. Leave please if that is the plan.

A waiter came to my table and handed me a menu.

"Will you be ordering now, ma'am?"

"No, I am waiting for my friend. I will be ordering with him." I replied to the waiter who bowed and left. I felt my phone buzz and I picked up to see a text message from Zoya.

How is it going? – Zoya.

He has yet to arrive. – Me

Alright, keep me updated. Also, I am giving Haider your number since he is hot. Once you get rid of the player, hit him up. – Zoya.

I was about to reply when I heard the elevator ding. Someone was here. I turned to look up and saw Fahad exiting the elevator with a smirk playing on his lips. It was then that I noticed he was wearing all black too. A black leather jacket with a plain black D&G t-shirt tucked perfectly in his black pants with a Chanel belt. He wore black LV loafers and black aviator Wayfarers. His hair was gelled back in mafia style. 

Ugh, did we accidentally twin in black? Shit. Hold on, screw the black colour, is that a bouquet of roses in his hand? Oh God, this is going to get awkward.

He scanned the area slowly until his eyes landed on me. I groaned as he started to walk towards me with a hand in his pant pockets while the other was holding the bouquet. I watched the women around me look at him in a trance. It felt like some model was walking towards me. He stopped in front of my table and looked down at me while taking off his sunglasses. I felt his eyes scan me as they always did but this time the intensity just felt stronger than usual.

"Asalam o Alaikum, love, did you wait long?" He handed me the roses and I reluctantly took them as I placed them on the table. "Ah, shit." Fahad scratched the back of his head while grinning at me. What was this snake up to now? If you looked close enough, you could see Lucifer in his eyes. He was no pawn. He was the Satan himself. Shaitaan, a true Shaitaan.

"What is it?" I deadpanned as he took a seat opposite me and clicked his fingers to call the waiter towards him. The females casted glances in his direction every now and then. I also noticed how he returned their stares playfully too. He really was a typical womanizer. I rolled my eyes, no surprise there. 

"I didn't think you would look this beautiful." I felt a tingle in my heart but I killed the sensation before it got to my head. Don't think on it Rubab, this man, no, this player complements everyone. You are not special.

"Shit yaar mujhe nahi pata tha yeh date par hai warna men ja kar number mang leta. (Shit, man, I didn't know she was here on a date or I would have definitely asked for her number.)" The young guy on a table close by remarked a little too loud as he looked at me and then at Fahad. I knew he was talking to his friend but I am pretty sure Fahad heard him too. Well, not like it would bother him. Fahad didn't give two shits about this. That was until Fahad's grin dropped and he turned to look at the guy who had made that comment. Fahad slowly pulled his leather jacket back. What was he doing?

The guy who was looking at me just seconds ago paled the moment his eyes landed on the revolver attached to Fahad's Chanel belt. Fahad dared him with his eyes but it instantly shut him up.

WAS HE OUT OF HIS MIND? WHY WAS HE ARMED?

"Fahad, why in the world did you bring a pistol? Are you out of your mind?" I whisper yelled to Fahad who relaxed in his seat with the grin back on his face. He watched my fear with an amused look on his face. "How did you even get past the security?"

"Relax, love, I have a license. Shall we order now?"

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum Lovelies!

As most of you know, Wattpad is not working for us for the past 3-4 days. I had to use VPN to access it again. I have been wanting to update faster but Wattpad keeps crashing. Try downloading a VPN from the appstore and use it to access Wattpad. I am only able to access from phone too.

I don't know how long it will be like this so I have also reactivated my instagram account @iarnoor because of this issue as well so add it up fo updates and polls.

How are we feeling after this chapter? The next one will contain Fahad's perspective so look forward to it. ✨