Love Is Medicine

CHAPTER 33

HANIA

It's just a miracle, that I ate icecream at night and that too in the cool atmosphere near Lake without sneezing.

But I can't trust myself, they might start anytime and don't stop at all,to prevent that i took a tablet as soon as I got in the car.

"Thank you" i handed him the water bottle.

He just smiled at me stop with the blushing Hania,he just smiled at you....

"Hamza??"

"Yeah?"

"Once Sohail uncle told me.... that your grandparents died in a tragic way.. what does that mean?".

I asked it anyways,i can't take it back now...

This is what happens,when i get comfortable around someone...

"He Said that??" He questioned, thankfully he didn't look at my embarassed face.

"Yeah, once when we are talking about the college..."

"After mom left, the news spread all across the state... being the buisness family it left people more curious than intended, media started making their own stories." His eyes are focused on the road, not even blinking.

I think it's a wrong idea to ask him , while driving...

"My dadu was a man of respect,in his 47 years of life he never made headlines, with such controversies and rumours,we always led a private life until then...."

"He loved the library in our college,he always wanted a traditional library, with dark colours and cozy atmosphere,we both used to go there on Sundays..." A sad smile appeared on his face.

"He was already suffering from Cardiomyopathy, he always treated my mom has his own daughter, hearing such things about his family,he can't bear it and died due to cardiac arrest..... two days after the incident."

God life can be so difficult sometimes...

"My dad was devastated,by seeing all this,his wife leaving him,his son being hospitalized and seeing his dad whom used to be his biggest support died infront of him... And my dadi was diagnosed with stroke...He turned into a alcoholic...." Hamza's face set into a hard line.

"A alcoholic that thinks about nothing but the women who left him,whom he loved more than anything..." He took a deep breath before continuing.

"For my sake they got married him again,and this time I don't want to be a problem in his marriage,i started living with my Nani,I was 7 when my dadi died,I was mentally disturbed from all that happened before...and I was diagnosed with Major depression,.." I know he takes therapy every week, but he never talked about it.

"PTSD, insomnia and parasomnia,11 years of therapy was hell, but it didnt change much..." He informed.

As I said i never believed in therapy, change comes with in us....

He started smiling,"what??" I questioned.

"Nothing... I'm just recalling everything...," He answered.

"Only a psycho can laugh recalling his mental illness" i answered, which made him shock.

"You called me psycho??" He asked as if it's difficult to believe.

"So..??" I shrugged,He just smiled again to his inside joke,"Hamza stop.." I don't know why he is smiling.

"Nope" he smiled again ,i just throwed his stress ball at him,"You are just crazy..." I muttered.