His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 92

She grimaced and screwed her face up. It was the same boy she met the other day. She noticed this time that he had light grey eyes. His eyes sparkled. 

"I am sorry, that's my fault," he grinned. 

Saliha's dress was spoiled but she could not risk scolding a mental patient. 

"It's okay," she said dusting her shirt. 

He grinned and settled in the tub chair in front of Saliha. 

There were piles of files in front of her and luckily they did not caught coffe stains. She took a deep breath and snatched up Naira's file. She was currently studying Naira's case particularly because she wanted to solve that case as soon as possible. She was actually curious why she killed her own infant child. There were no signs of PTSD in Naira's report. She was wondering why her husband was not visiting her because in her personal details  it was intelligibly noted that her husband was alive and they were not seperated. 

The boy was looking at her with serenity and Saliha was clearly aware of this. He was not her case neither she knows anything about the boy. All she knows all these patients were psychopaths and her very tiny mistake can lead her to disaster and adition to that she was not allowed to talk to any patient without any authority. 

She grabs all of her files and gotten up. 

"You should to talk to the husband," she heard boy's deep voice. 

Her brows snapped together, these files were confidential and no one other than her and doctors in the assylum were supposed to know about this. 

She looked down at him, there were still signs of serenity on his face. He was indeed handsome and charming. 

She sat down again on tub chair. 

"How do you know?" she asked him. 

He remained quiet and was looking into her eyes calmly. As calm as silent storm. 

"Promise me, you won't tell this to them," he leaned forward. 

Saliha took a deep breath. She desperatly wanted to know. 

She nods. 

"I sneaked in the secretive cabin," he said, almost in whisper. 

Saliha tried hard to act normal. 

"You know it is not allowed," she said. 

He chuckled. 

"They are forcing me here," he said. 

"Everyone here is for a reason," she said. 

"Yeah, but I don't have a reason to be here," he said. 

"What you did?" Despite he was not her case but Saliha asked him. 

"Well, I killed," he said. 

Saliha felt her heart rushed fast and a very unknown anxiety hits her nerve. 

"Who?" she asked, almost in a whisper. 

"My mother," he said again with the same serenity. 

This time Saliha looked at him once-over. 

"But I have not killed her," he said. 

She was scolding Roman for sending her to pyschopaths. 

Just than she felt her phone vibration. She looked at the screen. It was Hunza. 

"Talk to me when you are free," she read underbreath. 

"Your best friend," said the boy. 

She raised an eyebrow. She was unable to determine how clever these killers could be.