Amnesia is hard to battle, when the most recent memories you have of yourself are of living on cold cemented floors, and being on the run, constantly.
Amnesia is hard to overcome when you find yourself with a husband and a family you have no memori...
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Annika stares at the closed door, which he shut a few seconds ago, before slumping against the pillows, and breathing out between her teeth.
She's far too exhausted and confused to make head or tail of what's happening around her. Annoyance weaves its way inside her mind, as she tries to fight the blankness of her memories.
Other than the nightmares regarding the situation which landed her in the hospital, and the memories circling Omkara and Shivaay Singh Oberoi—— her memory lacked the basics of childhood, teenager years and adulthood.
Annika feels her heart lurching in her rib cage, as she struggles to remember her own age. She hasn't looked in a mirror, thus it makes it harder.
She pauses—— Omkara is supposed to be a year or two older than her. Shivaay was twelve when Omkara had been adopted, and Annika knew that she'd been six.
She chews on her lower lip, as she struggles to match her age with what she considers the age of the doctor—— Omkara Oberoi—— to be; as well as, the age Shivaay Singh Oberoi is, currently.
Omkara had looked to be in his early thirties.
I'm thirty?!
Annika stares up at the glowing stickers on the ceiling, before her lips curved downwards at the corners.
I'm this old?!
Nahi, tu toh jawaan hain—— her mind replies, in a sarcastic tone.
Sighing, she blinks repeatedly, trying to quell the boredom away, until the sight of the tan line around her finger halts her.
She gapes at the clear contrast around her left ring finger and the rest of her hand.
I was married?
Am I married?
She groans out loud, frustration rattling her, as she fights the urge to scream.
The lack of answers, only irritate her more.
She glances at the clock which reads ten a.m. She attempts to turn on her side, only to wince as a sharp jolt of pain travels down her arm and spreads from the left shoulder to the right.
Biting down on the pillow beside her head, she breathes in slowly, trying to calm her erratic heart. Exhaling slowly, she muffles the whimpers, scrunching her eyebrows shut.
