Prologue
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Arisha!!
Arisha, Arshia, Arisha.
That name pricks me like a thorn; I hate that person. She feels like poison to me.
Even her name stabs at my mind like a cut, and the wound from that cut is the kind that just won't heal.
Since the day she entered my life, she snatched everything that was mine - my mother, my friends, my happiness, my career. Everything. Even my tastes. Even my life. She stole everything from me.
And me? I was left alone with my anger, my jealousy, my hatred and my longing. Because nobody cares about me. Nobody even looks my way.
Everyone says, "Arisha is so good. Poor Arisha... she doesn't have a mother."
So my mother became her mother. I didn't object, because I felt that lack too. I didn't have a father, but in trying to give her love, my mother forgot me.
At first I thought, it's okay... it happens. But one day when I saw her place her hand on Arisha's head - we both had done well in our exams - but why were the prayers only for her? Why not for me? They didn't even look at me. I felt so bad that day. That smile of my mother's, which used to be for me, was now only for Arisha.
Something inside me broke at that moment. Something shattered.
But she, Arisha... she was very happy. As always, the girl who acted sweet, calm, and perfect - who knew how to keep everyone pleased. Even today she'd taken one more thing from me. The blessings that were rightfully mine.
Everything in her life had come easily, and my life... had become nothing but waiting and comparison.
I wanted my mother to ask me, "How are you, Aayat?"
To hug me and say, "You are my dearest daughter. I love you."
But she would only say, "Arisha is very sensible. She's my sweet daughter."
And I wondered -
Am I not sweet? Am I not sensible? Or am I no longer their daughter?
The main reason for all this is Mehran uncle. After Dad's death, when Mehran uncle came into our house, everything changed.
He was my dad's best friend. He was already divorced. And he made my mom sign a deal, saying, "You give motherly love to Arisha... and I will give fatherly love to Aayat."
Maybe my mother thought this would be right: I would get a father's name and his love. That's why she married him.
And so Mehran uncle became a father figure to me... but only in name. He didn't even look at me and I didn't expect anything from him.
But for my mother, Arisha became everything. Her favorite daughter.
And me? I was only her responsibility, a burden she never really shouldered.
Because according to her and her husband, I was self - centered, selfish, stubborn, and ill-mannered.
But no one ever saw how broken I was. Wasn't that wrong?
Tell me, was I wrong??
Asking my own mother for love was that wrong? Looking for a glimpse of myself in my mother's eyes - was that wrong?
And because of all this I had decided,
I would not leave Arisha alone. I would take everything from her that I could even the things that weren't really mine to begin with. I would make her cry a lot. A lot. For every bit of pain I'd felt, I would return it to her. With full accounting.
And I did exactly that. Yes, I did that. I took my revenge. But in such a way that she couldn't even understand.
But I did not know... that my stubbornness and this hatred would bring me to a turning point from where returning would be impossible.
One night, I made a decision out of stubbornness, out of hatred, out of anger. Or maybe out of that love that was hiding behind the hatred.
And that one decision changed my entire life.
What happened that night... why did it happen... how it happened. Only I know. I've never told anyone. Because if the truth came out, someone's illusion would be broken - and I am not so cruel as to shatter someone's world.
THE END
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So, how was the prologue? Do you think Arisha is good person or Aayat is? What do you think?
