Irrevocably

15 | Tales of Fairies

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Bachpan main sunaye Nani,
Ik pyari pariyon ki kahaani,

Is main tha ek shehzada, is main thi ik shehzadi,
Is main tha ik haiwan, jo chahe bas barbadi.

Har aisi aik kahani, jo humain gayi sunai,
Us main jeeti achai, us main haari burai.

Hum sabaq yeh sikhain inse, chuna hai rasta sacha,
Ho safar chahe mushkil, par ajar milega acha.

- A StarsandMoon1447 Original

In the translation, it won't rhyme, but here goes:

In our childhood our [maternal]grandmother used to tell us
A lovely fairy tale,

In this there was a prince, in this there was a princess,
In this there was a beast/villain, who wanted nothing but destruction.

In every such story, that we were told
The victory was of the good side, and evil was defeated.

The moral of these stories, that the right path must be chosen,
The journey might be difficult, but the reward will be great.

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Arsalan

"Rohaan, what the hell?" A sense of panic started building up inside me as I saw my brother.

It was late, almost two at night. I had woken up due to strange sounds. Sleepily, I had gotten up and made my way out of the room. Seeing the light spilling out of Rohaan's room, I had made my way towards it.

When he didn't answer my knock, I had went in anyway. The bathroom door had opened as I had entered his room and Rohaan had stepped out.

He was wincing in pain as he pressed a hand against his left shoulder. His knuckles were grazed, stained by blood, and he had a black eye. As he walked, he limped a little.

"What happened?!" I demanded.

"Quit screaming like a damsel-in-distress from the low budget overly dramatized films of the nineteen twenties." He muttered. "I'm fine." 

"Let me think of where exactly should I start correcting you." I said. "The black eye, the blood, the limping or the pain in the shoulder."

Rohaan looked at the door alarmed and walked over as quickly as he could manage before closing it. "You ever heard of the phrase 'snitches get stitches'? Well, that's what happened to me. It was expected."

"Those guys did that to you? Weren't they in jail?" I asked.

"They're out while the CPS decides whether to take things forward to the court."

"And they think that beating you up won't deteriorate the situation of the legal proceedings?"

"Don't lawyer up on me, Arsal." He groaned. "Go and get me a pack of ice or something." 

"Go to the A&E." 

"Arsal, I'm fine, man. I don't need a third parent." He was clearly irritated due to pain. "Just get me an ice pack, man." 

I nodded quickly and rushed out of the room.

A sister with a sprain and a brother beaten up. Mama is going to have a meltdown if she hears about Ro.