Pocket Full of Lies

48- Wounding the wound

Was Rehaan right about my mom?

The theft of my documents didn't make sense if we went by my reality. I am just a housekeeper and was just a cook's daughter during the fire incident. A simple person, not someone whose documents would be worth something to someone.

However, if I go by the scenario Rehaan saw in the memory–giving loads of money to his parents, scary aura and feeling of betrayal; if I took all of these into consideration then there was a chance. Not a certainty but still a clear 90% chance of these things happening to me.

No no no, don't think like that.

"You barely managed to convince Rehaan to not suspect mom, now you can't do this to yourself. Repeat after me-

"Mom cannot do anything wrong. Mom cannot do anything wrong."

Either something was wrong with Rehaan's memory or we stuck the puzzle pieces in the wrong place, making a different picture altogether.

Yeah that was it.

Rehaan's other memory didn't make sense either. Why would he ask his parents if he was their real son? He wasn't adopted, there was proof right in our hands.

He probably just said it in the fit of anger. Teenage angst and all. Perhaps the sense of betrayal for my mom was also because of something trivial.

"Rehaan?"

"Hmm?"

"Perhaps what you saw in the memory isn't related to these incidents at all. It might be something unrelated or unimportant."

"Until now I have only remembered the things that have either shocked me or hurt me." He reminded me.

I hummed, thinking it over, before making a wild guess.

"We were teenagers when our parents died."

"Yeah, so...?"

"The things important and hurtful to the kid Rehaan might not be important enough for the adult Rehaan. Who knows if it was something that hurt you back then immensely but the adults didn't bat an eyelash causing you to feel a sense of betrayal from them?

"Perhaps you were expecting more from my Mom and she ended up not giving you that level of response. So you felt betrayed by her. Mom did say that you two had a great bond with each other."

"You are good at making excuses," Rehaan said, letting out a short chuckle, "you should have used this talent to get out of being the prime suspect instead of lying to me about being my girlfriend."

"Ouch." I patted my bruised heart at his not so indirect taunt.

"It stings, isn't it?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at me. "If you are this affected by my taunt then think about me who actually faced the situation."

"I thought we were past this," I muttered under my breath, closing my eyes for a second in frustration.

Given my oh so wonderful luck, he heard me. "Only a day has passed," he reminded me, before mimicking me while making weird faces, "we were past this."

"Feels like a year to be honest," I mumbled to myself again, feeling exhausted.

"The audacity," he scoffed, "I would keep apologizing at every chance I got if I was in your place."

"Yeah, but you aren't. And I am not as great as you."

"Of course you aren't. You wouldn't have forgiven me if you were in my place and vice versa."

"Is this behaviour of a person who has forgiven?" I scoffed.

"Since when did forgiveness start aligning with forgetting?"