What Goes Around Comes Around

His

She looked good. He was seeing her after almost an year and she looked beautiful... Her soft curls, her dusky complexion, those big kohl lined eyes, the peach full lips, and those dimples. For a moment he forgot why had he broken up with her? And then the realization hit him like a wall of bricks. He had cheated on her. He had broken her heart just as mercilessly as his has been broken recently. The irony of the whole situation didn't escape him. His girlfriend of eight months had left him for another man... no reason given, no explanation conveyed. One day they were madly in love and the next, he finds her in a passionate embrace with another man at a posh restaurant... the same one where he had taken her for their six month anniversary. He had thought that she was different than everyone else, that she was the one... but in the end he had realized that she was just like everyone else, just like him. The thought brought a bitter after taste in his mouth. He sighed. He looked at his ex as she walked out of the coffee shop clutching two lattes.

What goes around comes around.

Karma. A lone sigh escaped his lips as he got up with much effort and trudged along the long way home to mend the broken pieces of his heart.

Hers

He looked horrible. She could see him, from the corner of her eye, sitting all alone at the back of the coffee shop. She knew this was his favorite place to come when he wanted to ponder abut his life... and she had given him a lot to ponder over in the last eight months. His sad drawn face, those sunken cheeks, the lone cigarette dangling from his fingers, those sleep-deprived droopy eyes... She found it hard to believe that she was ever in love with him. Not anymore, not since he cheated on her. She ordered for two lattes... one for herself and one for her friend who had helped her get over him. The same friend who had agreed to flirt with him, to make him fall unconditionally in love with her, and then to break his heart as mercilessly as he had broken hers. It had been an eight month long wait but it was worth the look of utter and absolute desperation on his face. She smirked as she walked out with her head held high.

What goes around comes around.

Revenge. She laughed heartily as she took a sip of her frothing coffee.

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned." - William Congreve