Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Marriage Counselling

Note - You have to know, for me the plot is just as much important as the story itself... so be prepared to read a little bit of story when it comes to my little chapters; I hope you like this one as well.

Warning - This Chapter has Mature Content.

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"Dr. Mehra, Mr. Malhotra, your five o'clock is here," Shivani my assistant called out from the intercom.

Disregarding the obvious blush that coloured my features, I told Shivani to give me a few minutes before letting him in. I took a few deep breaths, trying to close off 'blushing Shreya' and taking out my 'Dr. Mehra’ persona. Usually, I had no problem going into full counsellor mode; however, when it came to Mr. Daya Malhotra all bets were simply off.

My first meeting with Daya was not a pleasant one, then again, my first meeting with most of my clients never were. I worked as a marriage counsellor. Couples counselling was something that was normally was very rewarding to me - I guess you could say I was a true romantic. Helping couples fall back in love and rediscovering themselves within their marriage was a wonderful thing to see. But, of course, there were always the other end of the spectrum.

I sighed, closing the article I was reading online.

Daya and Tanya Malhotra were the perfect example of a 'lost cause'. I had been working with them for a little over two months and instead of helping, I felt that every meeting I had brought them closer to divorce.

I had tried several techniques with them, none worked. I had already considered talking to them about separation; however I still needed a little time to cancel out any other treatments.

In my years of experience I had never met such a mismatched couple. From what I understood, it seemed the couple rushed into marriage after only a month of knowing each other. The thrill and lust of the first moments of their relationship seemed like the perfect basis for a marriage. Regretfully, now that they were married and had taken the time to actually get to know each other, they realized that maybe they had not made the best decision.

That's how I came into the picture. Apparently Mrs. Malhotra believed a few sessions with Mumbai's 'hottest' marriage counsellor would set her husband straight. Much to my dismay, Tanya believed that 'counselling' meant I would tell her husband how wrong he was and 'train him', as she so blatantly said in one of our one-on-one sessions. Needless to say she got a big surprise when I explained there would be no 'training' whatsoever.

The woman was a complete nightmare. Beautiful for sure, but off the record, she was a complete and utter bitch. A princess who thought everything should go her way or else it wouldn't go at all.

Daya Malhotra, on the other hand, was a totally different story. Okay, so he was drop dead gorgeous, just like his wife, but there was more to him than that. He was intelligent, sweet, and a total gentleman. He was patient and calm, usually the one to hold his temper whenever his 'wife' started yelling and going into full bitch mode.

"Ready, Shreya?" Shivani’s voice asked again.

I pressed the intercom. "Send him in, Shivani. Since he's the last of the day, go ahead and close up."

"Thanks, Shreya. I'll see you tomorrow."

I stood up, grabbed my notepad and checked my appearance in the mirror. I straightened my pencil skirt and made sure my white blouse was completely tucked in. Straightening my thick rimmed glasses, I finally decided there was nothing I could do with the now messy bun that tamed my black hair.

A soft knock interrupted my assessment. I quickly straightened up and headed for the chair strategically placed in front of the couch where my patients usually sat.