The Incomplete

COURT DAY

"Miss Ishana Haider?" the opponent lawyer asked.

"Yes." She answered slowly, somehow she didn't like the man.

"You were married in March, 2007 and divorced in August, 2009, is that correct?"

"Yes, it is."

"May we know the reason of your divorce?"

She couldn't figure out what he was trying to imply. " I don't see that relevant to this case." Ishana felt irritated.

"Objection milord! My client's personal issues cannot be question" Her lawyer stood up.

"Objection sustained"

"Okay, proceeding, your main job is at London, as a psychologist, is that correct, Miss Haider?" The opponent lawyer continued.

"Yes."

" And you've regular clients?"

"Yes."

"How often they ask you?"

"They're free to mail me whenever they need."

"Don't you get emails, now that you're here?"

"Yes."

"How much?" The man was literally getting on her nerves.

Ishana's lawyer stood up again, "Objection Milord, the questions seem irrelevant to the case."

"Patience! We'll soon find out the relevance. I'm asking for patience, Milord!" The opponent lawyer exclaimed.

"You may proceed." The judge said.

"So back to where we were, how much emails you're receiving nowadays, Miss Haider?"

"I didn't count." She said impatiently.

"An estimate?"

"A lot."

"Miss Haider, don't you think you're being irresponsible not answering your clients back?"

"But I cannot leave orphanage without any supervision!"

"That's another irresponsibility of yours, I'm afraid."

"I decided to go back to London once I give charge of my orphanage to a reliable person, who won't break it and set some business." The fire of wrath ran through her veins. She tried to calm herself.

"Now, Miss Ishana, business is not bad. Atleast the profit helps our economy."

"Our society needs nonprofit organization too, based on humanitarian act, which some people greatly lacks. " She was fuming.

"Oh, we have plenty of orphanages. But you know our economic condition is not good. Some more industries might be useful than the nonprofit orphanage. Besides, orphanage are run on donations, which I must add, comes from the owner of profit organizations." He smirked.

Ishana wanted to punch on his face.

"Miss Ishana haider, are you alright?" he seemed so devilish then.

"Yes." She managed to choke out.

"I'm sorry to say this Miss Ishana Haider, but you're irresponsible greatly. You're failing to reach your clients. You are not fulfilling the main duties as per your occupation. You can't even handle an orphanage. Who knows, maybe you're divorced for your irresponsibility." The opponent lawyer concluded.

With the last line, her heart skipped a beat, her breathing almost stopped. Irresponsible? That's the title she gets after all these years of struggle? She completed her education, got into her dream profession. Is that irresponsibility just because she went against her parents? She helps people to get over their depression. Is that irresponsibility? She married according to her parents' choice and the husband claims to love someone else. Is that irresponsibility?

She felt suffocated, turned into a speechless breathing stone. A huge lump formed in her throat. It was aching badly. She closed her eyes. A single drop of tears made way down through her cheeks.