Irreversible

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Tahira

I sat in the employee stairwell, the rarely used one, and I cried. I knew that I wasn't on duty and that I shouldn't be back here, but I honestly didn't care. Maybe a part of me was secretly taking advantage of my relationship with the owners, but at this point, nothing mattered. Arsalan had truly hurt me emotionally.

Why did we get so influenced by random people's words that we take it out on our loved ones?

My phone buzzed. I ignored it. I didn't want to speak to Arsalan right now. He knew I was safe at the Rose Luxe, and that was all he needed to know.

But it rang again and I looked at the screen. It was Mama. Did Arsalan tell her?!

I'd never felt so alone in my life. No matter how nice my family, they were my in-laws. I had nobody who was truly from my side.

I didn't answer the call, feeling that I'd break down if I spoke to my mother-in-law.

"Because it's not your parents who had to hear those things again!" Arsalan had blurted out. "Tell me, Tahira, why didn't you stop me that day?" 

"I was a crazy twat, but you didn't stop me either..."

"I had more to lose in this, Tahira! My family's trust, their reputation..." 

He had no idea, that despite not having any loved ones behind me, I still had more to lose than him. Society forgives a man's mistakes, but never a woman's, and that was our unfortunate reality. Even Arsalan today had thrown the main blame on me. 

I wish I had loving parents. This thought made me cry harder. 

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Arsalan

"Hira, please answer..." I muttered, pacing my room.

I'd once again put my foot in my mouth and had ending up saying extremely harsh accusations at Tahira.

I had been the one who had taken the first step. I'd kissed away the tear on her cheek, before I'd moved onto the mouth. I'd taken the first step, not Tahira. And how dare I say that I had more to lose? I had supportive parents, who despite being mad at me, had been there for me as I repented. I had siblings who had been there to ease the burden of my guilt. 

Tahira had nobody back then. She had faced all this alone, fought through it all alone. 

Loathing myself, I threw my phone onto the floor, before grabbing a bottle of cologne and smashing it into smithereens by throwing it against a wall, an angry loud cry escaping my mouth.

"Arsal!" Rohaan's voice was followed by the pounding on my door.

I strode towards the door and yanked it open. "Punch me." 

He had just returned from work, and he stared at me, bewildered. "What?" He glanced at the smashed bottle of cologne on the floor. 

"I hurt Tahira." 

"You hurt Tahira?" He frowned.

"I basically blamed her for the...mistake at Haya Appi's Nikah. I basically told her that I had more to lose because I had loving parents and family." I heard the bitterness in my own voice, bitterness that was directed at myself.