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Chapter 11

Buckle up everyone! Things are about to take a turn.........

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"W-what? You're moving to Pakistan?"

"No. We are moving to Pakistan. After the wedding."

Samara stared at him blankly as she tried to process what she just heard. "Armaan if this is a joke it's not funny."

"Why will it be funny?" He laughed awkwardly. "It's not a joke Sam. I just bought an office in Karachi."

"But why? Why now? I mean, you have your job. You're doing so well here."

"Yeah but this is not what I want to do for the rest of my life. You know that. You know I've always wanted to open my own music company in Karachi."

"Yes, you told me that someday you want to do that. I didn't know that it was going to be like now."

"So what's the problem if it happens now? Isn't it better that I was able to do this so soon? You know this is my dream."

"And what about my dreams Armaan? How can you just decide on something like this all of a sudden? You didn't ask me for once. Forget asking, you didn't even tell me!" The air between them was growing tense.

"Samara, there is no way in the world I would've taken this decision without thinking it through. I know I should've discussed this with you before, but everything moved too quickly I just didn't get the chance. So I thought I'd keep it as a surprise." Surprise? She was more shocked to be accurate.

"Okay so you've thought this through. So what exactly have you thought? Have you thought about me? What about my job?"

"Of course I've thought about you. Samara we're not moving until you complete your residency. After that, you can easily get a good job in Karachi. There are so many good hospitals there."

"What if I tell you I don't want to move to Karachi?" Armaan looked at her, stunned.

"Why? If this is about shifting to Pakistan, I can assure you that you won't feel like an outsider there."

She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. Why wasn't he getting her point?

"It's not about moving to Pakistan. It's about moving out from here. I can't just quit my job after residency. I have so much still to do. I want to do my fellowship and then work here as an attending surgeon. It's the best teaching hospital in America for God's sake! Working here is my dream Armaan! I can't leave all this just because you are bored with job and want to do something different." Her voice was getting louder without her even realizing it.

"Just because I'm not a doctor doesn't mean my dreams aren't important. You know how much I've always wanted this." Armaan inhaled sharply, trying his best to keep calm. "Okay just think about this. There's no dearth of good doctors over here. You're skills are needed much more in Pakistan where there's a lack of qualified doctors and medical facilities. Isn't that what you trained for? What's the point of being a doctor when you can't help the ones in need? Isn't that supposed to be your dream?"

Samara replied in a stern voice. "No Armaan. My dream is to learn from the best, so that I can provide the best treatment to my patients. Moving to Pakistan will not be helping me to achieve any of that."

"Well then I must say your dreams are flawed." Armaan snapped back at her. This was the first time ever since they met that he was beginning to lose his cool.

"Armaan Yasir you don't get to tell me that! You have no idea how much my parents and I had to go through for me to reach here. Just because you had it easy all your life doesn't mean others had it easy too."

He let out a sarcastic laugh. "Gosh Samara how selfish can you get?"

"I am selfish? You're the one who decides our future all of sudden without even bothering to let me know and now I am selfish?" She blinked rapidly in attempt to hold back the tears that had started to form at the back of her eyes and took a deep breath. "Armaan, is that how much me and my dreams value in your life?"

"No Samara. I value you and your dreams a lot. But seems like you don't value mine at all." Before she had a chance to say anything further Armaan got up. "I think we should leave. I'll wait for you in the car."

"You don't need to. I don't need your favor. I can manage to go home myself." Her harsh stone pierced him like a needle. Without saying further, he walked out.

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Armaan paced around his room, enraged with fury. Her words were still ringing in his ears. How could someone he loved so much hurt him like this? He never imagined things could turn out like this. After a while when his anger surpassed his patience, he grabbed he nearest thing he could find, his phone, and threw it right across the room. It crashed into the wall and immediately shattered into pieces, much like his heart.

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The lights in the kitchen flickered before turning on. She poured herself a glass of cold water, but never drank it. Samara could feel the back of her neck and her forehead getting hot. She clenched her fists tight as tears began to roll out onto her cheeks. The walls around her seemed to close down on her. As time passed, she realized nothing was helping her feel any better. Their conversation was playing on loop in her head. She went to the washroom and took out a pill from the medicine cabinet. Maybe a sleeping pill could help her get things off her mind for a while. She popped the pill and gulped it down with some water.

All night long, her sleep was haunted by nightmares.