Meanwhile Fahad's POV:

"It's been a while." I initiated the conversation while trying to ignore the cold aura that Rubab was emitting. How can a girl be this expressionless? I can't tell what she is thinking. This is giving me anxiety. She is a girl after all. How hard can it be to read her?

"Hmmm." I heard her murmur. Okay, maybe a little hard.

"I was expecting your call." I continued as I looked at her face from the side mirror because she had her face turned away from me.

"You had no reason to expect it." Ouch, that kind of hurt.

"So does that mean things are fine with Zohaib and your family?" I was genuinely curious. She had denied the help of Fahad Abroo after all. Women crave my attention. They want me. They need me even if they don't realize it at first. The hell is wrong with this ice block?

"Yes. This matter does not concern you." She looked at me. Her eyes were empty. How was she able to do this? Did her parents drop her on her head as an infant? Did it mess with her brain functions or something? Does she feel nothing?

"I was just offering to help." I raised my hands to show that I came in peace.

"I don't remember asking for it." Well, she had a point. An awkward silence fell on us. So I admit, this was difficult. Women are usually open books. That Zoya is easy to read. Even Misha. How did they even befriend this rock?

"Are you always like this?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I was hoping to filter it but oh well, it is what it is. This might have caught her attention because she turned to me with those dead fish eyes of hers.

"Like what?"

"Devoid of emotion?" She blinked. Once. Twice. Well, that was new.

"Yes." Single word answers now? What's next? Silent treatment? Did I offend her? I CAN'T TELL AT ALL.

"You looked really beautiful on your engagement." I meant every single word of this compliment. She looked stunning  even though she was wearing minimal makeup.

"Thank you." I don't know if it was possible to tell a difference in her tone but she sounded a little less hostile. "An engagement that I really wish hadn't happened though." Did I sense guilt in her voice? It was hard to tell with her face completely turned.

"It wasn't your fault." I answered casually. I felt like she wanted to hear this.

"How can you say that?" There was pain in her voice. Not a lot. But I could still feel it. Her voice was softer than before. I glanced in her direction to see that she was already staring at me. Her face was emotionless but there was a spark in her eyes. I felt my heart beat pick up speed. I had to choose my next words carefully. She was finally showing an interest and I didn't want to mess it up.

"All I know is, you only did what your parents wanted you to do. It's not your fault that your fiancée turned out to be a psychopath. This wasn't something you could avoid because you never talked to the guy before the engagement." I explained calmly. I hope I was playing it safe. I usually said whatever crap came to my mind and the women would still be flattered but I felt like I had to tread carefully with her. A part of me really wanted to understand her. She was so different. She had fallen silent. Did I say the wrong thing? Is this not what she wanted to hear?

"I never wanted to disappoint them." She replied after a while and I internally heaved a sigh of relief. So far so good. She was just contemplating my words.

"And you didn't disappoint them." I countered but she didn't let me continue as she intervened.

"But I did. The way they looked at me when I told them I wanted to break that engagement was so painful to see." She already told them? I had expected her to sit silently and not utter a word to her family. Rubab Shah, you were surprising me with every action you were taking. You really didn't need my help? That annoys me for some reason. I concealed my surprise as I thought about my response.

"You are doing them a favor. It would be more difficult if you had asked for a divorce." I reasoned and she looked down at her hands. DAMN IT, LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM SPEAKING. I CAN'T TELL SHIT WHEN YOU RANDOMLY START LOOKING AT STUFF. I WANTED HER TO LOOK AT ME. Calm down Fahad. Stop losing your shit.

"That is what I thought as well but the way they looked at me really bothered me." So? Parents can be over dramatic. Har cheez jo woh kahen sar par na sawar karliya karo. (Don't take what they say too personally.) I had really wanted to reply with that but I was already walking on thin ice, I didn't want to ruin it now. "As expected, they asked me for a valid reason as well. I told them he was crazy but they didn't look like they really bought it."

"That is why I told you, you should have let me handle this." The way she looked at me like 'are you really saying this right now?' made me shut up. Damn, what was her deal? I felt this odd thrill while talking to her. She wasn't like the other ones. She didn't look she was forcing herself to say all the things I would like. In fact, she looked like she didn't a damn about what I thought. She was just being herself.

"I don't know what to do anymore. I am such a disappointment." She covered her face with her hands before exhaling out loud sharply. Somehow, a part of me wanted to hold her hand and tell her it was all going to work out and the other part of me was thinking kya bakwas hai yeh? (What nonsense is this?) Is she blind or stubborn? Can't she just ask for my help?

"Tumhe kya men dekhaye nahi de raha? (Can you not see me sitting here?)" I waved my hands infront of her face as she blinked at me.

"Kya matlab? (What do you mean?)" She seemed oblivious.

"Menay jab bola hai k mere se madad le lou tou masla kya hai? (When I have said that you can ask me for help than what is the issue?)" I replied, a little annoyed.

"Mujhe kisi ka ahsaan lena pasand nahi. (I don't like owing anyone.)" She sounded stubborn. This was her reason? Really? "Ap mere kuch nahi lagte. Men kyun mangun madad apse? (We don't have any relation. Why should I ask you for help?)" The way she said it somehow angered me.

"Theek hai. Marzi karo. (Fine. Do whatever you want.)" I replied as I decided to stay quiet. Sure she was different but she was really getting on my nerves. Nahi help chaiye? Theek hai. Nahi tou na sahi. Mujhe waise bhi konsa faida horaha hai is sab se. Itna dheet honay par yeh hi pashtayegi yeh. Mera kuch nahi jata. (She doesn't want help? Okay then. No means no then. I wasn't getting any benefit out of this anyway. She will suffer for being so stubborn. I have nothing to lose.)

Silence fell on us and I didn't really care. I was nearing her home. Good. She can suffer through this alone for all I care. It was better this way. Who does she think I am? Fahad Abroo never repeats the same thing twice. She can be as expressionless as she can be. I don't give a fuck at a-She suddenly grabbed my arm tightly that was on the steering wheel. I looked down at my arm and then at her with a raised eyebrow but she wasn't even looking at me. She was looking in the front. I followed her eyes and noticed a car parked in front of her house.

"He is here. That psychopath." Rubab said in a hushed whisper as her grip on my wrist tightened.

"So? Enjoy." I replied indifferently as I parked my car next to his. The car was empty meaning he was inside her house.

"I don't want to get out." Did the ice queen's voice just tremble? She wasn't letting my arm go either. I turned to look at her with surprise. Her phone started to vibrate and she flipped it to notice Zohaib Chaudhary calling. What? She didn't save his number as Fiancée of the year or something? Or better yet as Satan's reincarnation?

"I thought you didn't need my help." I replied nonchalantly. The place her fingers were touching my wrist felt tingly.

"I can't do this alone." She turned to look at me with pleading eyes. For the split second that I saw the ice queen's weak side, I felt my heart skip a beat. Shit. She was doing me dirty. Her phone vibrated once more. Rubab turned to look down at it and then back at me. She had turned expressionless but her eyes dictated everything. She wasn't going to say the words but I knew she was asking for my help. I sighed.

"Remember, you wanted this." I said as I grabbed the phone from her lap and picked it up.

"Why didn't you pick up my phone on the first ring?" I smirked. Well, someone sounded annoyed. I felt the blood rush faster through my veins. This was it. This was the thrill I was looking for.

"She was busy with me." I replied calmly. Rubab gaped at me and I winked at her as I put a finger on my mouth to tell her to remain quiet.

"Who the hell is this?" Oooh, he was pissed now. My grin widened. This was fun.

"Why don't you come out and see?" I encouraged and heard him hang up immediately. I stepped out of the car and grabbed the bat from the backseat while tucking the revolver in the waistband of the pants. My wrist felt cold for some reason. I missed her hand there. How ironic. The ice queen was providing me with warmth. She was human after all. Rubab followed me out in disbelief.

"What are you going to do?" Ice queen didn't look so icy anymore.

"What does it look like? I am going to defend my lover against her fiancée." I grinned the moment I noticed Zohaib emerge from the door. He saw Rubab first and so did Rubab. Rubab on instinct stood behind me which definitely pissed his fiancée off. Oops. "You just stand there looking like an ice block. Make sure to hide your expressions properly. Be true to who you are, my ice queen. Let me handle this." I winked at her as I turned towards Zohaib who was marching towards us.

Well, here goes nothing.

Author's Note:

I am probably going to have to write another book to continue the other four characters stories because they are too good to just have little parts. That is unfair to them.

Anyway, what did you think of this chapter? Shit is about to go down.

Any suggestions for Fahad and Rubab's ship name?