Two faced

Chp 7

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After four conservative days on Maria's second visit to the psychiatrist.

"How are you today?" Afzaal's loud and masculine voice echoed through his empty cabin as he spoke while facing Maria who was sitting on the chair beside him.

"I am good today but," she answered him softly while playing anxiously with a lock of her hair.
"But?" Afzaal asked her as he dropped the pen with which he was busy noting down her response.

"Day before yesterday I found something unusual in my cupboard but I can't seem to remember, what exactly it was. Just then my head started to hurt, really bad. I couldn't think of anything else but to lie down so I did and then woke up after six hours."
Maria outlined everything to him and he observed her carefully while she uttered every single word.

"You do remember that object, do you?" He asked.
"No. I tried to remember but I couldn't. I even searched for it in the same cupboard but it was not there anymore." she gave him a quite detailed reply.

"Hmmm, looks like a dream maybe." he said and noted something on his notepad.
"So how is your university going?" He asked her appearing very casual. He slid his chair right in front of her while bending down his back with his fingers interwined smoothly at the level of his knees. 

She acted a bit confused on how he had mastered at the art of switching between different topics.
"It's fine though recently I am failing at most of my tests." she told him shyly and he laughed at it mildly.
"Hmm so let's began from where we left it last time," he said and she smiled positively.

"So as per our last discussion, you developed depression a few years ago." he continued.
"Yeah, my parents were not in a happy marriage despite the fact they loved each other pre marriage," she gulped while him looking at her with friendly gesture.

"They used to fight day and night. Like always. I was four years old, it was a pleasant sunday and I hoped to go out with my family," she rolled her eyes away from the desk towards Afzaal who gestured her with his gaze to continue.

"I had just woken up and walked myself to the lawn behind the lounge. They were in the lawn, as always fighting, shouting and cursing eachother.

I still remember those disgusting words '_----__, moron, ----____-, rascal,___----__.' she stopped abrubtly as her tongue began to stutter under the weight of those heavy words.
"It's okay. We can talk later." Afzaal comforted her and she hoised her moist eyes with a tinge of confidence towards Afzaal's eyes.

"I had been an introvert my whole life since school. One of those shy, timid people who prefer to be isolated, because they fear people for certain circumstances they have been through." She said and Afzaal listened to her calmly.

"I loved my parents but I always missed being part of a happy family. I always wished that one day we would live as a happy family but sadly these things are only a delusion for me." She completed.
"Hmmm." Afzaal hummed softly.

Flashback.
"Just like regular days I came back from my college and enthusiastically entered my house, I had won the inter college debate competetion so I was eager to show them my award," She smiled nostalgically.

"I dropped my bag at the main door, I knew that are my parents were home so I started to run around the place room to room searching for them. Just them I heard people talking, I assumed it was my parents and sneaked after it to their bedroom. I stood outside it chuckling happily. I held up the door knob and was about to rotate it when I heard them talking.
I momentarily came to a halt when those words swirled through my ears paralyzing me and my conscience. I peeked through the keyhole and saw one of the most tramatizing scene of my life.

In their bedroom, right beside the oak wook master bed with a black bed sheet and next to the airy window my father was standing eyeing into his phone screen. He was dressed in in white and blue formals with the coat lying on the floral sofa a little ahead of the bed just over the white cushions.

My mother was working up on her stuff in the cupboard engraved into the whole wall, on the left of the bed. She was wearing a seagreen shirt with a grey beaded trouser while her scarf lied carelessly on her side of the bed. Her hair was lying loose on her neck and shoulders.

A gush of wind was flowing through the room beautifully with few deep yellow lights shining brightly onto the room. On the right of the door was a compact yet elegant dresser laden with exquisite variety of lip colors and eye shade palates and some hair accesseries.

"It's more than enough Amjad," Mama shouted as closed her cupboard with a loud thud such that the box placed above the cupboard, shaked.
"I can not tolerate your such behavour anymore." She said in a sharp, raised voice and turned to him who was standing by the window, busy onn his phone.

"Even I am fed up with you and your affairs." Dad shouted back aggressively as he threw his phone on the bed and it fell just at the the end of the bed such that to fall any minute.
"You are no one to question me, it's my choice. And what about yours? Huh." She added meanly while moving ahead towards him.

"I don't want you to interfere in my life." He replied with a rude smirk on his face.
"Trust me I hate you more. Obviously who would like a fraud person like you," She chuckled mockingly looking straight into his eyes fuming with rage as now both of them one in front of each other.

"Fraud?" He asked and raised his eye brows.
"Yes. You purposely forged the documents to gain the possession of that villa." She replied as rolled her deadly eyes.

"Yes I did it because I couldn't let a psycho woman like you to destroy my money." He answered as he clutched his wrist hard.

"Your money, hell with your freaking money! Don't forget the fact that I earn more than you and I don't need such an insensitive person in my life."She said loudly and clearly aggressively displacing the flower pot on the glass table next to the sofa, to the floor. It shattered and with it my heart too shattered into a million pieces.

"It's really hard for me to even think how I ended up marrying you." He mocked her clutching his fists tighter and turned around to irritatingly.
"True I even wonder why in this world I married you ---___--." She replied gritting her teeth and turned towards the dresser.

"Go to hell __---_." He shouted in anger and threw the fragile glass from his bed side table towards the floor.
"You know what, I am done with you," she said as she reached for her bag in the room and he stood there glaring her with monstrous eyes.

"I am going to see a lawyer, I want divorce." She told him steadily while he took a deep sigh at it.
"Sure and thankyou for that. Please proceed," He cunningly spitted those words and put his both hand in his pockets.
"Finally me and my children can live peacefully." He exhaled.
"Excuse me? They will stay with me only!" She replied while turing back from the door.

"Don't you dare!" He said.
"I will, I will not let you get away with MY children and my share." She admonished him.
"I will not let my children go with you." He announced.
"We will see in the court." She said and barged towards the door through which I was witnessing this.

I immediately ran towards my room, dropping my trophies in the right in front of their bedroom. I could hear their footsteps, first Mama left the room and then Dad exited it.
Flashback over

Since the moment I opened my eyes to the world I was used to such incidents but this was one of the most disturbing events for me. I always wished for a happy family, just like they say in the fairy tales
'They lived happily ever after.'

'It is not the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind'

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