Rojin looked at me. His eyes weren't filled with anger but hurt. I felt Safal quick to stand beside me. Rojin just stared at me.
"How dare you question my character. How dare you think I was sleeping with him. Do you think I am a whore like you?" I shouted at him.
"I am not questioning you but him,"
"You can't go on questioning like that," I glared at him.
"If it involves my wife I can question anyone,"
"You are impossible,"
"I am impossible and you? You can go on slapping me in front of him?"
"Then what do you want me to do? Worship you for thinking worse about me?"
He didn't say anything.
"Are you ok?" I asked Safal.
He nodded.
"I am sorry,"
"You don't need to say sorry to.."
"Enough, Rojin. Enough,"
"You should leave, Safal,"
Safal was shocked to hear it.
"I am not leaving you,"
"Oh, you are," Rojin came forward.
