Forgiveness Is Not an Option"

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Five years ago, he had violated her dignity and fled to Dubai — all because she was about to marry his elder brother. She had rejected him because he was not only her student but also someone she considered beneath her. He wasn’t capable enough, not worthy enough — at least in her eyes.

But today, everything had changed. That same man, Rajab, now sat in front of her — as her husband’s boss. And she? She sat silently across from him, feeling smaller than ever before.

“How are you, Kisa?” Rajab asked gently.

Kisa looked up at him, stunned. Her ears started ringing, her vision blurred for a moment. Rajab was staring at her in disbelief — a hollow silence in his eyes.

She quickly grabbed her bag and rushed outside.

“Where are you going?” Rajab grabbed her hand to stop her.

“To my husband,” she snapped coldly, eyes burning with hatred.

“To the husband who sold you to me?”

Rajab's words made her freeze in place.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“You really don’t know?” Rajab was stunned.

“What don’t I know?” she asked again, now clearly afraid.

And then Rajab said something that shattered the last hope left in her heart. The man she trusted, the man she married — her husband Ahtisham — had taken money from Rajab and handed her over like a transaction. Her emotions, her relationship, her dignity — sold for a price.

“I don’t believe this... You’re lying!” Kisa gasped.

“I wish I were,” Rajab replied solemnly.

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She sat on the sofa now, numb and motionless. Rajab knelt at her feet, begging for forgiveness.

“I never had a peaceful night after what I did to you. I searched for you, Kisa, but when I heard you got married, I stepped back. I gave Ahtisham money just to test him — to see if he loved you more than I did. But he took the money. He told me he was already married and that you only lived with him because of his parents’ pressure.”

Tears welled up in Kisa’s eyes.

“I can’t forgive you, Rajab,” she said, voice heavy with pain. “You destroyed me once before… and now again.”

Rajab broke into sobs. A man crying — truly crying — is rare, but he had reached his breaking point. Years of buried guilt had finally surfaced.

“I love you, Kisa. I can’t bear the hate in your eyes. Please forgive me… I made a mistake…”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” she said coldly. “It was a sin.”

She stood up suddenly and walked away. Rajab stayed behind, still on his knees, crying like a broken man.

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She returned home shattered. Though her body had returned unharmed, her soul was torn and bleeding. And now, the betrayal of her husband added yet another wound.

Ahtisham looked at her with mocking eyes. “Came back a little early, didn’t you?”

His tone was filled with scorn and suspicion. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, he threw divorce papers in her face.

“Get out of my house. I can’t live with a woman who’s been spending time with another man.”

He had crossed all limits of filth and cruelty. He shoved her out, having already packed her belongings — even throwing her essentials onto the street.

Dragging her bag behind her, she found herself once again alone — homeless, hopeless — on the empty road. It was late. The streets were deserted. She sat down on a cold pavement, exhausted.

That’s when a car pulled up beside her. It was Rajab. He had gone to her home looking for her — the guard had told him Ahtisham had thrown her out. He had come searching… and found her.

“Kisa?”

She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. Rajab’s gaze fell on the divorce papers in her hand. Ahtisham had stooped lower than even he had imagined.

“Kisa… come with me.”

Raindrops began to fall on her face. She remained frozen, like a lifeless statue, while the rain intensified.

“I can’t leave you like this, Kisa. Not in this condition,” Rajab said softly.

She was wearing a sari, drenched now in the downpour. Her hair clung to her face. Her body was soaked, but her soul burned.

“You threw me into the sea, Rajab. Let me drown now. Why do you care? Just go!”

She suddenly screamed at him. Her voice cracked as she collapsed to her knees and sobbed uncontrollably.

“My one mistake destroyed my life!”

“If I hadn’t been so kind… If I hadn’t taught you… If I hadn’t spoken gently to you… none of this would have happened!”

“This is why women are told not to be soft with strange men — because in the end, no one suffers but the woman herself. She is punished even for sins she never committed!”

“I wish I’d never opened the door that day. I wish I had shut you out forever. My father would still be alive. I wouldn’t be standing here like this, humiliated and broken.”

Her screams echoed with a storm of pain and regret. The rain poured harder now, matching her grief. Rajab stood there, ashamed and devastated — a man crushed under the weight of his own sins.

“I committed a sin, Kisa. I ruined you — and ruined myself too.”

“You can’t fix this, Rajab. You can’t return what I’ve lost. My dignity is gone, my relationship is gone, and now, even my belief in myself is gone.”

He stepped closer. “Let me give you a new life. Let me love you. Let me bring you back everything you’ve lost.”

She looked at him with hollow eyes. There was no hope in her stare — only a tired acceptance of fate.

“You can’t give me my dignity back, Rajab. Once it’s gone… it never returns.”

She turned and walked away. The rain continued to pour as she disappeared into the empty night.

Rajab followed slowly, but she didn’t stop.

She had no destination now — only wounds.

She was no longer searching for a home.

She had become… the story of a woman lost on every road she ever took.

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