Saisha, a 22-year-old medical student(intern), carries the scars of a traumatic past that made her believe love only inflicts pain.
Shazim, a 31-year-old businessman burdened by a complex history, holds onto revenge instead of love.
However, when...
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After she left the washroom, closing the door with a loud thud. I stood there, a smile slowly spread across my face as I recalled the way she looked when I walked closer to her. She was so shy that she couldn't even bring herself to make eye contact with me. It made my heart melt because she looked absolutely adorable. I chuckled when a sudden memory of her pulling the door knob flashed into my mind. It was quite a sight to watch her struggle with that doorknob.
I glanced at the doorknob of the room and noticed something peculiar. It seemed like she had accidentally rubbed off all the ointment that was previously on her hand. Without wasting any time, I quickly grabbed my shirt and put it on, and then headed straight to grab the ointment. I have to reapply it on her hands or they will start to hurt and won't heal soon.
After getting hold of the ointment, I made my way to the beauty room and discovered her seated on the floor, leaning against the vanity. Her head was leaning on the vanity, her hands nestled in her knees, and it appeared as if tears were streaming down her cheeks. My heart sank at the sight of her in tears.
However, I mustered up the courage to approach her and softly called out her name. "Saisha...?"
She didn't respond, so I quietly settled down beside her. Just as I was about to speak, her voice trembled out.
"I wanna go home. Everyone must be waiting for me, and searching for me high and low."
I glanced at her, my heart aching at her tears, and softly replied, "We will go see them tomorrow morning."
"Why not now? You've done what you wanted, so why can't you take me back home?" she questioned, her voice filled with desperation.
"I've got my reasons," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination.
"I hate you ! Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to you?" she burst into tears, her sobs growing more intense. She buried her face in her hands, her tears flowing uncontrollably.
I gently pried her hands away from her tear-stained face, her resistance fading as I held her firmly. Carefully, I began applying the soothing ointment to her wounds, knowing all too well the pain she must be enduring. Memories of my own injuries resurfaced, reminding me why I married her.
"You know, Saisha, when someone's been hurt so many times, they become experts at concealing their pain and injuries. They become masters at hiding it, even from themselves," I shared, my words flowing unexpectedly.
"I haven't quite mastered hiding my pain, but I have learned to ignore it when I can."she replied, her voice soft but resolute.
I slowly lifted my head and gazed at her. She was staring down at her hands, her voice filled with curiosity and confusion.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
I began to explain, "I've already told you, I have my reasons for marrying you and I..." Before I could finish my sentence, she interrupted me.
"I'm not talking about the marriage," she interjected, her tone firm. "I'm talking about why you're taking care of me, applying this ointment to my hands." she asked as if it was a very usual thing for her to be taken care off.
I paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "Well, you're my wife, so it's only natural for me to take care of you," I replied, trying to convey my sincerity.
Suddenly, her expression changed. Anger replaced her tears, and she looked at me with fiery eyes. "Don't call me your wife," she spat out, her voice laced with anger.
Caught off guard, I couldn't help but respond innocently, "So, should I call you my husband then?"
Her anger intensified at my reply as she shot back, "Don't call me at all!"
I could feel the tension in the air, so to break the tension I said. "Aisekaisenabulaonikhitoubiwihaimeri." ( How can I not talk to you? You're my one and only wife.) I said the last part trying to hide my smile and miserably failing at it.
"Ugh, you're gross. Seriously, you're laughing like it's no big deal." She yanked her hands away and got up. "Don't you dare talk to me or come after me," she snapped, then stormed out of the room and slammed the door on her way out.
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