**BOOK THREE IN THE UNCONDITIONALLY SERIES** IT'S BEST TO READ 'UNCONDITIONALLY' AND THEN 'IRREVOCABLY' FIRST.
*The darkest book in the Unconditionally series.*
Rohaan Rehan Tariq is now a detective, working to solve the most serious crimes. He has...
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Arsalan
I felt almost sick to the stomach. Since the day Tahira had pointed out the obvious to me, I had been worrying endlessly. At this point, not only did I feel nauseated, but my head was hurting.
I stood on the terrace, feeling my eyes turn damp. How was I going to face anyone?
I coughed, the stress getting too much to bear. I ran inside and towards my room, barely making it in time to the bathroom, before I threw up all over. Why am I such a wimp? Why can't I be like Rohaan? He owns up to his mistakes.
Mistake?! It wasn't a mistake! I love Hira, and she's my wife, and we did nothing wrong under Islamic law.
I cleaned up and came out, feeling myself tremble slightly.
"Everything okay?"
I jumped and turned to the doorway, where Papa stood frowning. I swallowed hard, and before I realised what was happening, I rushed up to him and hugged him tightly.
"Arsal, what's wrong?" He patted my back.
I moved back and closed the door. "Papa, my head hurts and I feel sick, and I..." I took a deep breath. "I messed up."
"Alright, relax." He patted my shoulder. "Calmly tell me what happened."
I dropped my gaze. "I'm so embarrassed."
"Arsal, talk to me. If it's bothering you so much that it's making you physically sick, then you really should talk it out."
"Papa...what if...what if the limitations of the period before rukhsati were crossed?" I asked as discreetly as I could. "What if we see the con-consequences at rukhsati?"
There was silence and for the first time in my life I thought that my father would be repulsed by me. Even when Hira and I had kissed, I didn't think he would hate me. He was an intelligent man, Ma Sha Allah, and he would easily understand what I was talking about. And I knew he was going to hate me because he and Mama were going to look bad at the wedding if Hira ended up pregnant. People wouldn't understand, but this was our culture. I didn't look up. I couldn't look up. "Please don't hate me, Papa."
"We'll deal with the consequences, don't stress." Was all he simply said.
