" How are you doing now , Yuvraj? "

" Good - actually great. " I nod and there is a smile on his face.

His face is more bright and full now.

Eyes better and less hollow. It's been almost a month since we were having these sessions and the way he is getting better by each week , it really is good.

" So , as today is the last day of us together for your therapy session , do you want to talk or tell me more about anything else? " I have his reports in my hand and as I flip through them there is a smile on his face that gives me evidence of more than enough that I want.

" No. Nothing negative. It's just that....." He looks at me in the eye. " I feel that I am a new. " And then the smile on his face is wider.

I smile back softly and close the file as we stand up together but suddenly the door opens making me slightly flinch.

My cabin is mostly quiet and peaceful so anything loud or irregular displeases my nerves here.

" I want to talk to you. " Dhairya speaks in a soft tone when he looks at Yuvraj but his eyes are as cold as ever which probably makes Yuvraj uncomfortable.

What......the hell this man is doing here?

Damn!

" Uh... Yuvraj , take this file and show this to Dr. Mehra before leaving. " I ignore my husband and turn to Yuvraj because honestly I am at a little unease because of his presence here which makes it difficult for me to look at him.

He nods taking the file and glances at Dhairya.

" Also , get the medications as prescribed without any overdose or negligence. It can give side effects if you do not follow them regularly, hmm? We don't want you getting back from where we started."

With that he walks towards the entrance where Dhairya is still standing like a pillar yet moves off slightly , allowing the boy out from the space.

I watch Yuvraj walk away like a normal human being.

Let's just hope he follows the path I have provided him or else he might end up where everything had started in his life.

" We have to talk. " Dhairya brings me back to the present and genuinely I am kinda pissed that he is here.

I had plans. To stay in the cabin and relax as I had no work to do today but probably I have to handle this now.

Closing the door behind he walks towards me but I turn and get to my desk and take my seat and then give him a look of bore before gesturing him to sit .

" No. I am not your client or a patient-"

" They don't sit here when we talk. And yes I know that you are not my patient or anything. " I say and suddenly something clicks in my head that makes my eyes squint and smirk trace my lips.

Hmm~~~

Why is he so uncomfortable about this?

Why does staying around me and my life makes him this hyper?

" Are you.....scared? " My question makes him fix in his boots and the smirk widens. I might as well look like a creep with the level of satisfaction I have by making him feel like that.

Dhairya watches me straight through my soul. I let him. He is only going to regret this. And he needs to understand that we have a boundary - a limit and that I will handle his tantrums to a point and not simply let him do anything

And , I am the one in charge. He can not order me around for I am no normal girl - Not like others at all.

" You....Meera I have told you to beha--"

" You shouldn't have done that Dhairya. " I interject. " You shouldn't have done what you did in the parking lot. Now please sit. I am being very generous right now."

Rolling his eyes he sits against me and passes a chuckle when I stare at him with slight displeased expression.

" You always provoke me though. " He says nonchalantly and shrugs.

Wow , what an insolent man!

" So you will burn me? Hurt me? " I question. My tone stern and slightly quipping.

" You pushed me Meera. I warned you so many times. " This man is talking as if these are the facts and nothing could or would change.

" And I asked you if I had triggered you in any way. " I lean back in my seat because my heart has started to pick its pace.

Its surprising how Dhairya makes my insides go wild this easily when all my life I have been barely triggered by anything after than one specific incident.

" You knew what you were doing! " He snaps out of the blue and now I wonder what is actually the matter and why is he even here?

" And that gives you the right to hurt me--"

" You are my wife , Meera. Of course I can! "

" ..............."

"......."

"........did...." my eyes widened for a second. " did you--"

what does he even mean by that?

Is he saying that if I am his wife he can do anything?

Then..... Did he.....did he hurt her too?

" Of course not. Are you crazy? Hrida was my daughter's mother and my only- " he presses his lips shut, ending the sentence in between.

Nonetheless relaxation wipes my features and I take a long deep breath. At least he his significant about what he does to whom.

" She was my first and only.....-- but I didn't do it to you because of this lone reason. I told you...you always provoke me. You keep on meddling in my life."

This is wrong.

The way he processes things in his own way , they are ridiculous.

He thinks that he can do anything and nothing will happen but he must understand how much problem he will create for himself if this goes on.

" I am your wife , Dhairya. And only I can understand you. And one day you have to talk to me about whatever is going on---"

Laughter erupts in the cabin so loud that I feel the walls vibrating from it and the density in that laughter makes goosebumps rise over my body. Two wild sunken black pitched orbs gaze at me.

I don't know when I have been turned 45 degree in my seat as a big figure leans close to me with his arms over my chair's armrest.

Dhairya is very close to me. So close that I can smell his masculine cologne that always makes my lungs stutter whenever I slip into his room secretly to find something or anything that can give me clue to what he actually is.

Heat rushes to my face and air escapes my lungs when he leans closer making me bury myself deeper into my chair. Those orbs are not angry or annoyed , moreover they are soft and gentle.

I never knew he could look at me like that or anyone.

" Oh dear wifey " he mumbles. His breath vibrating against my shut lips. My eyes turning teary because of the distance between. Sickening feeling creeps up my throat as I feel his presence this close to me.

Damnit!

I can't believe all those medicines and therapy sessions couldn't take away this feeling from me.

" You really think that I am the crazy person in this room? " a mocking grin appears on his face and he brings his fingers close to my left cheek and slowly traces them down my jaw making my lungs lunge with deprivation of oxygen.

He is the same. - A voice echoes in the back of my head.

He is no different from him.

My eyes play ping-pong as I look at his eyes with my breathings turning frantic. Gut wrenching disgust makes my stomach flip at his touch and I want to push him away.

He will ruin you Meera.

The parking lot was different. It was a big place. Open and public and there were people. I was fine because I saw people around me or atleast from the corner of my eyes but here.... its very different in here......

Don't pity this man. He will fuck up your head the way someone did years ago.

-I can't breathe.

" Why are you sweating Meera? Have I caught you? Did I startle you? Are you off guard , hmm? " his words are slowly turning into distant whispers. I feel my vision blurring and bones chilling.

Dhairya is no different!

" G-Get away. " I breathlessly hush out , barely audible to my own ears. This is sickening and ugly. I do not like the way he is here , this close. I never invaded his privacy - not in this way. I never went into his den. Never.

You will get hurt again. This time it will be your fault again.

I know that a human's den is just as a lion's but the only difference is that the lion has his family as his weakness in that darkness and we as humans have our hedious identity and secrets as our weakness in there.

Every person has their own demons , Dhairya has his own rivalry with life , I have my own evils but that doesn't give him or anyone the right to intrude and shake up my evils like that.

The room , for the first time in my life , feels like a hell hole to me. A ball of guilt and agony fists up in my chest and the walls around me , it's as if they are coming closer , turning everything I am surrounded by - small and minute and stifling.

Get him away Meera!

The voice screams making cold chills rise up at the back of my neck.

Darkness edges the corner of my eyes and blood rushes in tide like waves in my veins and I feel maggots crawling under my skin.

This has to stop.

He shouldn't see this.

He shouldn't know this.

NO ONE SHOULD.

" What? " he frowns.

" Get away from me! " I shout and jerk him away before rushing out of the suffocation box of darkness, which is my cabin at present.