Waliyah's P.O.V.

"What do we need to talk about?" I ask Samar as I follow him into my room, he had been lingering around ever since the function had ended, helping with little things around the house, until Amma basically banished me out of the kitchen, so I talked to him.

"Shut the door," He demanded,

I cross my arms standing still, "Excuse me?"

Samar's eyes had a weird emotion swirling in them, "Waliyah, shut the door."

Rolling my eyes, forgetting about the please I was expecting from him the second time around, I shut the door, keeping my back against it I watched as he paced around the room. "Samar, you are making me dizzy."

Samar let out a heavy breath sitting down on the bed, "Shahmeer," He said looking up at me, "Who is he to you?"

My heart skipped a beat, but then I calmed myself down, I tilted my head to the side and asked, "Why?"

"Waliyah, do not answer my question with another question." He snapped at me.

"Do not talk to me like I am five." I snapped back, "I am not going to take it anymore."

Samar clenched his jaw, "Waliyah, I do not want to fight, I just asked a simple question, answer it." Why is he obsessed about this? He was fine with the mention of Shahmeer last night, so why does he have a problem with him tonight, and why this sudden question and answer?

Biting my lip I look down at him, he was lingering around Maryam Api during the function. Then it clicked, Maryam probably said something to him for him acting like this.

"Api probably said something to you, am I right?" I asked, his body language completely changed. I was right. "Samar I do not have to explain anything to you." I am tired of trying to explain things to him, that just went over his head because he already in his mind had decided that I was the one that was wrong and Api was right. I am not going to waste any more energy on him, the night of the anniversary was the last straw for me, and now I am just done.

"Waliyah,"

"What?" I pushed back,

"I want to hear it from you," Samar said, "Please I am trying to keep this a calm situation, and this attitude of yours is not helping."

"Why does it matter?" I stay firm, "You and I are done, so my past, present or future has nothing to do with you."

Samar stood up hearing my harsh words, "I am your present," He said, "I am a part of your past, and whether I am a part of your future or not, will be decided. For now, I want to know about Shahmeer from you, and we are not leaving this room until I get what I want." With each sentence, he got closer and closer until he was standing right infront of me. "So start talking."

Rolling my eyes at him for the hundreth time tonight, I turn to leave but as soon as my hand touches the doorknob, his hand holds the door shut and takes another step closer so I can feel his chest against my back. I struggle against his grip for a few seconds before turning around crossing my arms, and trying to step around him but he cages me in with his other arm. I had nowhere to run anymore. I look up at him, and there is clear determination in his eyes, "Back off." I say firmly, "There is something called personal space."

"Waliyah," Samar's voice dropped like ten decibels deeper, "I mean it."

Clenching my jaw out of irritation I lean back against the door so I can gain some space from him, "He is my ex-fiance." I answered his initial question, "Baba and Amma, had planned for Ayra and I to get married into the same household because of how close the four of us had gotten. Ayra and Haider were always attached by the hip, and Shahmeer and I too. The four of us had a little gang, and when we grew up feelings naturally developed, so Amma and Baba finalized our future with their parents." Samar's visibility calmed down, but it seemed like he was still determined to learn more. "As we grew up, Shahmeer and I got closer, began dreaming of how we wanted our wedding to be, how our life would be afterward, everything was set in stone until Shahmeer got his scholarship. . .it was a very rare opportunity, and he didnt want to pass it up, and Baba did not want to send me to America, so everything fell apart."

Samar dropped his arms, "Then?"

"Then nothing, he never called, never tried to make contact, Shahmeer left and I was alone. All the promises, all the plans, everything gone to shit." I say shortly, "I heard about how well he was doing, but the option of us ever being together was gone."

"That's it?" He asked,

"That's it." I confirmed,

"Did you love him?"

"Yes," I answered, "I would not have agreed to marry him if I didnt," I wanted him to feel how I felt when he threw the fact that he loves Amal, and only would love her.

"Do you still love him?" What the fuck?

"What the fuck?" I snapped, "What kind of question is that?" Samar's face turned to a panicked one, "What do you mean if I still love him?" How could he even ask me that? "You know what Samar?" I began, "Fuck you." I turned to leave but he frantically came to stand infront of me, "Get out of my way."

"I didnt. mean it," He said, "I meant, that everyone always still loves their first love, I was-:

"Not everyone clings to their past Samar, I moved on, so no I do not fucking still love him." I tried to push him to the side, "Samar!" I snapped, "Get out of my way,"

"Dont hate me." He said quickly, causing me to stop whatever I was doing. I look up at him intently, "Please, I do not know what came over me to ask you that. Please do not hate me."

I take a step back and cross my arms. "Too late to be asking me not to do that."

"What?"

"I hate you, Samar, just as much as I used to love you."

"You don't mean that."

"Oh, I mean it," I say firmly. "Mr. Samar Qureshi, I Waliayh Sulfan hate -Mhm!" Samar covered my mouth with his hand which basically covered half of my face. "Mhm!" I struggled in his grip but he kept a firm grip on my face. 

"Don't Waliyah," Samar said just as firm back, I shot daggers at him with my eyes, I was mad, I had been mad for years, and if he can't take what he had done to me for the past four years, then he shouldn't have been so cruel. 

"Mhm!" I struggled but he pulled me flush against him, 

"If I let you go, will you stop?" He asked, 

I nodd yes, even though I was going to do the complete opposite, Samar loosened his grip and I pushed him away, rubbing my lips at his touch. "Do not touch me like that again!" I snapped with as much anger as I could. 

Samar kept his cool, even though I could visibly take a small step back, "I asked you to stop saying that Waliyah."

"And what about the things you said?" I questioned him, "You have been telling me to my face for the past four fucking years you hate me, Samar. So why the double standards for me huh?"

Samar breathed out heavily, "There are no double standards, look, I know what I have done or what I have said has no apology for it Waliyah. You have the complete right to choose if you want to stay with me or leave me, and I know you are towards the divorce side, which I am okay with, but what I am not okay with is. . this animosity."

"The animosity you created." I stated, "I tried Samar, I really did. But I cannot deal with your holier-than-thou attitude anymore, and I cannot deal with your trauma, or grief that you refuse to acknowledge."

"Waliyah,"

"What Waliyah?!" I snapped, "You come to me, asking me if I love someone who I have not seen for the past ten years, because of the same girl who fabricated my diary. You need constant proof of my innocence and you do not want me to hate you? I hate you, it's already done."

Samar's body began shaking with nervousness, "I want a divorce." I say firmly, "I want a divorce right now!"

Samar shook his head, "Waliyah,"

"I want a divorce!" I exclaim for the third time, my hands began shaking due to my anxiety riling up, I wanted out of this room, out of this relationship, just out of this toxicity. He had done damage way beyond his imagination, I cannot do this anymore. 

"Wafa," Samar said my nickname, I hadnt heard him say my name so softly in ages. Especially my nickname, it was always so formal, always so dissociative. Like he didnt want anything to do with me, for the first time in ages it felt as if he was someone familiar to me. 

"Y-You said Wafa," I whispered through the tightness in my chest, 

Samar blinked slowly as he registered what I said, a soft smile took over his lips, "Yeah, I guess I did." My grip tightened on his hands as I struggled to breathe. "Breath Wafa,"

"Don't tell me to breathe." I fought against his, but. it was no use, I felt faint, he quickly responded and grabbed onto my arms so I stood straight, "I can't breathe," I whispered, my lungs felt as if they were about to explode. 

Samar looked at me worried, "Hold on, let me go get someone." He tried to leave my hands but I gripped them hard not wanting to be alone. I did. not want to be alone during this, it was terrifying, "Wafa," He whispered, "You're going to hate me for this." 

Confused I see him grab the sides of my face gently and cover my lips with him. I stopped breathing, my eyes widened open in shock as his were closed. My hand hit his chest triyn got push him away but he held me tighter, for a few seconds before pulling away. I felt my heart slowly calm down, as I had felt his familiar touch, but I was breathing just as heavily I was. before. Samar looked at me cautiously as my face filled with emotions, until it decided on the one I was feeling the most and that was anger. Lifting my hand up I put all my power into my slap, the. sound of my hand connecting to his cheek echoed in the room. 

Samar took it quietly, "What the fuck?" I seethed, "Do not kiss me again."

Samar cleared his throat, rubbing the cheek. I had just slapped a second ago, "You're welcome, it stopped your anxiety attack." 

Taken back by his words, I watched him grab his things and walk over to the door, "I know I have done a lot of fucked up things to you Wafa, but you. and I. both know I am not a bad guy. . .I am just broken, and at times broken people, like to break other people." He kept his back to me the whole time, "I am sorry, I broke you oo."

Not turning around he quickly left the room and shut the door behind him. I fell to the ground as his words sunk in. Tears began flowing out of my eyes uncontrollably, my heart ached. . .

He did break me. . but you know the most fucked up part about it. . .? My heart knew, that he was the one who could piece me back together. . because only he knew how the pieces fit.