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?"

"Goodnight."

"What?" He asked with his mouth hung open in shock.

"Goodnight. Hopefully you will be able to forget after a good sleep. Let's talk tomorrow."

"Are you serious?"

"Look, I can't undo the things I did. I am really sorry and I am ready to apologize again and again. But we will get nowhere if we keep talking about these things. You know this as well. You are smart enough to know and understand it."

"Great tactic. Calling me smart so I will be instantly dumb if I refuse to agree with you," he said, with a roll of my eyes.

I glared at him for purposefully trying to misunderstand me. Taking a deep breath, I tried to talk to him as calmly as I could, which was a really a hard task if I was being honest.

"There are lots of things we need to discuss, search and figure out. We can't do this in this state of mind. So how about we sleep on it and talk again with a clear mind tomorrow? Please."

"Just say you are tired. What's the need for all these big dialogues?" He huffed, but stood up to leave the study.

Even while agreeing, he just had to make a dig at me.

I picked up his laptop in anger. I barely held back my anger. I so wanted to throw it at the back of his head, but stopped in time. Laptop was really important and so was his head😪.

★★★★★

Rehaan's POV

Just what did I do?

I clutched my hair tightly while shaking my head as I was annoyed by myself.

"After all the pep talks, I end up doing this? Seriously, I am so mad at myself."

"Ow!" 

My hands left my hair immediately. I looked at my palm and saw it was all red.

Forgot about the wound. Damn it!

I looked around for the first-aid box; however it was hard to concentrate as the pain intensified. So after a total of three tries, I ended up calling her for help.

Yes, to the very person I taunted and scoffed at, a few minutes ago.

Blood was gushing out at the speed of a train, yet there was no sign of her.

"Is she...is she taking revenge?"

Talk about bad timing.

"Come on yaar, sorry. I won't bring back this topic ever. Please...please help me."

"Aish!"

I stumbled around, taking support from walls while trying to find a first-aid box or Muskaan, whoever came to my eyesight first.

It took hours (30 seconds), before I got a glimpse of Muskaan, who was lost in her own world as she continued her cleaning spree.

Again.

"Mus—" before I could call her out again, I ended up stumbling on something and fell down with a loud thud.

At least it got Muskaan's attention.

"Rehaan," she yelled out of fright, before rushing towards me.

"Shit! Are you okay?" She asked, as she tried to help me to sit up properly.

"He...ad." I pointed out as she hadn't still seen the main injury and was just worried about my fall.

"Fuck."

The intensity behind her shit and fuck says it all about the situation🙃.

"What to do? What to do?" She muttered to herself in panic, before standing up and rushing off towards somewhere, not before yelling, "Keep your hands on the wound."

"Huh?"

She stopped on her tracks, before turning and saying, "I will bring the first-aid, so just try to stop the blood from coming out more."

I did as she asked, but wasn't sure if it was even working. I couldn't understand anything other than the fact that it was too painful to bear.

By the time she came back, she already had the doctor on video call, who step by step showed her what to do.

She tried her best, sometimes doing great, sometimes making blunders, even nicking me a few times; however she did finish patching me up.

She stepped back, before plopping over beside me with a tired sigh.

"Don't look at the mirror," she warned, while breathing heavily.

"That bad?" I asked laughing, before saying, "at least it's not bleeding anymore." I looked back at her with a grateful smile, which she returned with a small tired one of hers.

"Rest now," she ordered, gesturing towards the room.

"What about you?"

"I will come back after cleaning this mess," she said, pointing towards the floor and walls that got drenched in red, because of my fall.

"Let's do it together," I said, picking up the bloodied cotton.

"Aren't you in pain?" She asked, holding my hand to stop me from working.

"I can't let you do all this," I said in a guilt filled voice.

"It's my job," she said, with a roll of her eyes.

"Right...your job. That's why you were back to your aggressive cleaning, although you were the one to suggest sleeping."

I couldn't help but get angry. She was killing herself. She was so exhausted yet...

Wait! Was it because of me?

"Did you go back to your autopilot mode because of my taunts?" I asked, feeling sick to my stomach.

She groaned, "Not the abusive theory again please. I already told you that you—

"Paid you for the work," I finished her sentence with a roll of my eyes.

"Exactly!" She huffed.

"No one overworks like this even when they are paid. Not every housekeeper goes on an autopilot mode. Your habit isn't natural. It's obviously my fault.

"It. Wasn't. Because. Of. You," she said it firmly, looking into my eyes.

"Yes you annoyed me with extra work or nonsensical demands, but you never forced me to do anything right then and there. I had the right to back out, say no or do it another time. You just ordered around, but never demanded an explanation or scolded me if it didn't happen. I knew you were trying to annoy me, just poking fun at me. I knew it all and did it either way.

"I was the one who did this to me because I was scared that I would be thrown out on the streets if you decided to hire a professional. To add salt on the wounds, I was really clumsy at first and made many mistakes. So I kept worrying that you would get tired of me. Although you never threatened to do so, I was still scared. And that fear brought this cleaning disorder. Not you, never you."

She finished it in one breath, taking a huge gulp of air at the end.

"This is my last warning. Bring up your stupid theory again, and I will smash your head exactly as that culprit did."

She went back to cleaning as if she didn't threaten me with those crazy scary eyes.

To think I actually believed when she said she wasn't the one who hit me.