They fought again when they met at home in the afternoon. Dashtan slammed the suit he had taken off his body onto the living room sofa when he saw Rakia passing by the living room and going towards the kitchen. He approached the woman who had also stopped waiting for him. He looked at Rakia with all the emotions mixed inside him.

“Don’t make our relationship more difficult.” Dashtan began his attack.

“Tell that to yourself. I’m just trying to make myself comfortable from the mess you made.” Rakia parried the attack so nicely that Dashtan was quite surprised by it. It hit him, hard. He stared at Rakia with...