My Best Mistake

Past

Aarman's POV:

I felt a warm, soft feeling on my cheek and opened my eyes.. It was... Aisha. She had wiped the tear off my cheek with a straight face...

"I'm so- " she cut me off..

"Just go Aarman.. I know you don't consider me as your wife or friend but there is something called humanity, isn't it? " she asked with tears..

"I asked you to come in, didn't I? " I shot this time..

"Two things Mr... First, you didn't Kavita chachi did and second, it was pity and sympathy... you know I don't like it... and if you cared you wouldn't have told me to sleep outside knowing I have scotophobia... Knowing that I could've died out of fear.. " her voice cracked. I kept quiet.. She took a deep breath.

"Forget it... go away Aarman.. let me rest in peace.. " she said and shut her eyes..

I sat outside and saw mom eyeing... The two most important people in my life were hell angry with me.. That evening after I took Aisha home and she went into the guest room I came to my room and took out my belt.. The girl who didn't let me touch this and make myself vulnerable was today the reason for me to do this..

I opened my shirt and started smacking the belt against my skin.

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After a while when I was tired and drained out I sat on the edge of the bed tugging my hair.. In a minute or two I felt a touch on my back and I winced in pain...

"Sorry... I'll be careful.... " Aisha whispered and started applying the cream again.

I smiled faintly... her touch soothed the wounds and I was almost asleep when her touch went missing and I saw her walking away... I caught her hand but she didn't turn..

"Stay.. please.. " I mumbled..

She quietly came and slept on the right side of the bed facing her back to me... I hugged her and slept..

"I missed you... " I said but no reply came.. she had slept.. I sighed..

Middle school was the worst three years of my life. My house was in a mess, my gardes were detoreating and my health was awful. I had become skinny as hell,which caused diseases more often.

I and Aisha were both in class six when we took up self harm as a method of relief. My dad beat my mom and me in his drunk state, abused her and what not but it was hard for me at that age to tell him anything so my only way to stop the pain in my heart was self harm. I know, I know that may not be the only way out but then, it was the onlg way out for me.

I wasn't the very open and bold person that I am now and me being coy really didn't help. Nor when my dad would be druunk and hitting us neither, when he started beating me up to release his work stress.

Aisha's dad on the other hand killed her mother. Which was even worse. I mean considering that their marriage was a love marriage it was completely unexpected. That was big shock to her and all of us when we got to know. She was too stun but that didn't stop her from trying to act like everything was fine. But people started bullying her. People meaning, our own classmates and teachers just left them with a warning each time. So the only way out that she found was self harm.

One fine day, I was standing near a bridge thinking what to do with myself when Aisha pulled by. She had somehow noticed my scars but never said a word.

She stood with me and looked at my scars that day, rolled up her own sleeves and showed me her scars. That was the day when we opened up to each other. We now had someone to share our problems with.

That day I and Aisha promised to not hurt ourselves for these useless people. But unfortunately, I broke it and then she broke it... I broke it again and it continued...

I still have belt marks and cuts while she still has scared wrists. But somehow no matter how mad I am with her I can't let her go. We need each other in more than just a friend, lover or any relationship.

She isn't my lover or... just my wife... or... or just a friend. She is much more..