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Zulaid wrapped a strand of her long hair around his index finger. He was playing with her hair. Her eyes were closed, head rested on his lap.
"Nara!" He called her name softly.
"Mhm"
"I want to talk to you about something important" He said.
"What?" She opened her eyes and turned her face to see him, head still resting on his lap.
"Do you trust me?" He asked looking into her eyes.
"What kinda question is this!" She chuckled.
"I am serious" He didn't even smile.
"Why are you so serious? You are scaring me. Are you mad at me?" She asked him innocently.
"Why would I be mad at you? You didn't do anything wrong" He caressed her cheeks.
"Then" She said.
"I just want to discuss something with you. We are husband and wife. We should talk about the things that are disturbing us. Right!" He asked gently.
She sat up on the bed facing him and nodded her head. She was getting nervous about what he wanted to talk. He looked very serious.
"Do you trust me?" He repeated himself.
"More than anyone else" She replied truthfully after taking a pause.
"You know that I love you" He asked.
"I know" She gave him a small smile.
"I believe something is wrong with you. Can you share that with me? I have all time for Inara! I have nothing more important in my life more than you. You can always open up yourself to me. I would gladly hear you" He took her hands in his and said softly.
"Mhm. What it-is about? She muttered, looked kinda scare.
"You do have anxiety. Right?" He asked.
She just nodded. She understood where the conversation was now leading to.
"From when?" He didn't leave her hands. He felt her hands were sweaty unlike usual.
"We have already talked about it" She mentioned about the conversation they had after her presentation in surgery rotation.
"Yes, but that was a different thing. At that time we weren't even friends and now we are everything to each other. Right!" He was playing safe with his words.
She silently nodded.
"So can you tell me when it started happening?"
"When I was in school" She mumbled, tried to free her hands from his grip.
He gladly left her hands to make her more comfortable.
"You used to participate in class?" He asked.
"Hardly"
"You never use to take part in co curricular activities?"
"Never"
"Why?"
"I used to be uncomfortable"
"What used to make you uncomfortable?
"Other students"
"Why?"
"They would laugh at anyone who says anything wrong" She told him, replaying the old images in her mind.
"Your teacher never mentioned it to anyone?" He asked further.
"She did to mama once!" She nodded, glanced him and averted her gaze back to her hands in her lap.
Zulaid could see she was playing with the bedsheet.
"And she didn't do anything" He more like commented.
"No"
Zulaid disliked Farida a lot in his teenage because of her careless attitude and right now what he felt was anger. How could be she so careless about her kid.
He could remember accompanying Saman to parents teacher meetings of Hamad. He would get his report from his teachers. He always made sure that Hamad was performing well in studies.
He felt bad for Inara at the moment. If he was little considerate towards her perhaps the things would have been different.
"You never over came it?"
"Never"
"Do you feel lost?" He asked her further.
"What do you mean?" She was taken aback at his question.
"I meant to say do you feel you can't focus on anything. Your mind doesn't relax. It takes you away from the task you perform" He tried explain.
She nodded.
"Does you feel palpitations?" He asked.
"Yes"
"Chest pain?"
"Sometimes"
"Why. I mean. What triggers it?"
"I don't know. Everything. Environment. Stress. Studies. Everything"
"Have you ever panic attack?" He asked worriedly this time.
"Why you are asking all this?" She asked uncomfortably.
"Because I care about you" He squeezed her hand and left it.
"Have you?" He repeated.
"Once" She told him awkwardly.
"When?"
"5 to 6 years ago might be"
"What had happened?" He asked.
"I don't know"
"Where were you at that time?"
"Academy"
"Were you stressed?"
"I don't remember. Might be. I was preparing for my medical entrance exam after failing it once" She told him.
"You failed in first attempt?" He asked because he was unaware of it. He was in America at that time and nobody discussed Inara that deeply to him ever.
"I did"
He felt extremely bad for her. She never wanted to do medicine. She failed the exam once but still was pressurized by her parents to become a doctor after taking a gap year. It must have taken toll on her mental health. If only her parents understood.
He never disliked Ibrahim but facing Inara that time, he felt dislike for Ibrahim's decision to force Inara into medicine.
"Were you depressed after that?" He asked.
"Badly" She left a humorless chuckle. He was the first person to ask her that. Maybe if he had been at home that time he could have judge that something was wrong to her.
"Your parents noticed?"
"No" She smiled sadly.
"My brave woman" He kissed her forehead, held her hands and pressed his lips to her each hand.
"Come here" He pulled her in his embrace and patted her back gently.
"It's okay. Things happens but we can't just leave them on their own. If something is wrong to us. We should get help for it.
When people have a fever they go to a doctor right. Just like that if someone is depressed he should go to a psychiatrist. Right!" He asked softly.
He didn't want to bombard it at her. Even though she was in medical field herself but sometimes you don't understand what happened to you or even if you know you try to ignore it for some reason.
"Right Nara?" He moved pulled her face back to see into her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" He was taken aback at her teary eyes. It pierced through his heart like a knife.
"You are the first person to say this to me. Nobody ever cared" She started sobbing.
"It's okay. When you have me, you don't need anyone else" He wrapped his arm around her strongly and let her cry.
"Everyone used to say I am moody. I misbehave. I don't talk. I don't share much. They never understood I don't do it intentionally" She kept crying in his arms.
He pressed his lips to her head. Her cries made him disturbed. He never wanted her to cry so bitterly. Her condition hurt him a lot.
"Inara sweetheart look at me!" He made her sit back and held her face in his palms.
"We both know that you have problems which aren't going to be solved on their own. You need professional help" He said.
"I am not ill" She said sadly.
"Of course not. It's just that after taking help you will slowly overcome these things that are affecting the quality of your life"
"Really?" Sometimes we just want to hear it from someone else the things we already understand, just want little consolmemt.
"Yes"
"I will be like everyone else. Like you, confident and perfect" She had longed in her voice.
"No, you can't be like anyone else. You have your own identity and who said to you that I am perfect. Nobody is perfect. We all have flaws and flaws don't make you bad or less than anyone else" He explained.
She just nodded.
"Should I take an appointment from a psychiatrist then?" He looked into her eyes.
"As you feel right" She replied.
"It's not only about me Inara! It's about you. It's you who would discuss yourself with the doctor. Trust me you will feel better!" He nodded.
"Okay. You are right. I should go for it" She smiled lightly.
"You know what?" He asked.
"What?"
"You are a very sweet and innocent person" He complicated her.
"Thank you" She smiled brightly this time.
"Come!" He opened his arms for her once again. She gladly came into them. He had become her comfort zone.
"By the way what did you make today. It didn't taste well" He tried to change the topic.
"It was a disaster I know. I tried to make cheesecake though" She chuckled without minding. They were far ahead of that phase.
"Do you want to eat cheesecake? Like a proper cheesecake from an eatery!" He asked.
"Would love to"
"I will order it for you then" He held his mobile from the side table.
She looked up at him but said nothing.
"What?" He asked.
"Can't we go outside to have it?" She pouted.
"Of course" He chuckled.
"You are the best. If I had known you would be so nice I would have forced everyone to get me married you" She laughed.
"You would have married me forcefully?" He asked amusingly.
"Gladly"
"Shameless woman"
"You shouldn't be so nice you know"
"As far as I remember someone you to call me Dracula. Nahi" He smiled.
"I used to call you sariyal too" She told him.
(Arrogant)
"Unbelievable. Whom I have married" He rasped.
"A beautiful woman" She replied.
"Oh, I can't even disagree" He pulled her cheeks and both started laughing.
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