𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒: 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

6. PSYCHIATRIST

PRASHI RAWAT'S POV

I sat nervously in the plush waiting room, flipping through a magazine to calm my racing thoughts. Three days had passed since I arrived at Rajveer's mansion, and I was still trying to wrap my head around the opulence and grandeur that surrounded me.

Vikram's constant teasing and Vedika's warm friendship had made me feel more at ease, but the tension between Rajveer and Siddharth was palpable. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay beneath their polished facade.

The door opened, and a gentle voice called out, "Prashi, please come in."

I stood, smoothing my dress, and followed the psychiatrist into her cozy office. She introduced herself as Dr. Karen, and we began our session.

"So, Ms. Prashi, tell me about yourself. What brings you to this place?"

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But something about Dr. Karen's kind eyes put me at ease. I took a deep breath and began to share my story – my life before Rajveer's mansion, my hopes, and my fears.

As I spoke, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, I had found someone who could help me unravel the mysteries of this enigmatic family.

Dr. Karen's expression turned empathetic as I shared my story. "I see. So, the assault at Rajveer's party triggered your anxiety attacks?"

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Yes. It was a nightmare. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. I felt so helpless."

Dr. Karen leaned forward, her voice gentle. "Ms. Prashi, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. No one deserves to be assaulted, especially in a place they thought was safe."

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes as she continued, "Can you tell me more about what happened that night? Sometimes, confronting the trauma can help us heal."

I took a deep breath, the memories flooding back. "I was at Rajveer's party, trying to have a good time. But then...then some people grabbed me, pulled me into a room. I tried to fight back, but...but I couldn't."

Dr. Karen's face remained calm, but her eyes flashed with anger. "I'm so sorry, Prashi. That must have been terrifying."

Dr. Karen's expression softened. "Prashi, you didn't do anything wrong. The perpetrator is the one who should be ashamed, not you."

As I spoke, the weight of my secrets began to lift. Maybe, just maybe, I could learn to heal, to confront the trauma head-on.

Dr. Karen's expression turned curious. "Now, Ms. Prashi, can you tell me about your relationship with Rajveer? You mentioned he's your boss, but there seems to be more to it."

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But something about Dr. Karen's kind eyes put me at ease. "It's complicated," I began. "Rajveer can be charming and generous, but also controlling and dismissive. He's always pushing me to do more, be more."

Dr. Karen nodded thoughtfully. "I see. And how do you feel about him?"

I took a deep breath, trying to put my emotions into words. "I'm grateful for the opportunities he's given me, but sometimes I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around him. I never know when he'll turn on me."

Dr. Karen's expression turned insightful. "It sounds like you're feeling a bit trapped, Prashi. Like you're caught between your gratitude and your fear."

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Exactly. And then there's the fact that he's Vedika's brother, and Vikram's...it's all so complicated."

Dr. Karen leaned forward, her voice gentle. "Ms.Prashi, it's okay to feel overwhelmed. But remember, you deserve to be treated with respect and kindness. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise."

Dr. Karen's expression turned serious. "Prashi, I think I need to share something with you. Rajveer, your boss, has a really rare disorder called hypersexuality that requires him to...ah, how can I put this delicately...spend a night with a woman once a month."

I felt my eyes widen in shock. "What? Why?"

Dr. Karen hesitated before continuing. "It's a genetic condition. If he doesn't, he'll suffer from severe allergic reactions, even paralysis. It's a desperate situation, and the family is trying to find ways to manage it."

"It's like a life death scene."

I was still trying to process Dr. Karen's words when Rajveer suddenly appeared behind me, his head resting on my shoulder. I felt a jolt of surprise, unsure of what to make of this unexpected gesture.

"Hey, what's going on," he whispered, his voice low and gentle.

I  turned to look at him, searching for answers, but his eyes seemed calm and serene, without a hint of tension or concern.

"Rajveer, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He didn't respond, simply breathing softly, his head still on my shoulder. It was as if he needed comfort, reassurance, or maybe just a human connection.

I hesitated, unsure of how to react, but something about his vulnerability put me at ease. I let him be, allowing him to find solace in my presence, wondering what had brought him to this moment.

As I tried to stand up, Rajveer's head still on my shoulder, we both lost balance and tumbled onto the plush sofa in the living room. I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

Rajveer sat up, looking at me with a curious expression. "Ms. Rawat, have you lost some weight?"

My laughter died down, and I felt a sting from the past. "Maybe because you insulted me for being fat that one time," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Rajveer's face fell, and he muttered, "Damn it."

He gets up from the sofa and get out of the room ruffling his hairs.

As Rajveer quickly exited the room, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach. It was as if his sudden departure had left a whirlwind of emotions in its wake.

Why did I feel this way? I had always thought of Rajveer as just my boss, or even an adversary at times. But now...now I wasn't so sure.

I stood up, trying to shake off the feeling, but it only seemed to intensify. My heart raced, my palms grew sweaty, and my mind reeled with thoughts of Rajveer.

What was happening to me? And why did I feel like I was losing control?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but it was no use. The flutter in my stomach had grown into a full-blown storm, and I couldn't escape its pull.

As I stood there, frozen in uncertainty, I realized that my feelings for Rajveer had changed. And I had no idea what to do about it.
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Poor doctor, she has to witness all these.
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~to be continued