After a traumatic incident, Mishti awakens from a one-month coma with psychogenic amnesia- she can't remember the last five years of her life or the event that took it all away.
Returning to a house she can't call home and a man who claims to be he...
After a traumatic incident, Mishti awakens from a one-month coma with psychogenic amnesia- she can't remember the last five years of her life or the event that took it all away.
Returning to a house she can't call home and a man who claims to be her husband is the least of her worries when secrets are revealed that may prove all of her new memories are nothing but lies dressed in an all-consuming love that she just isn't ready for.
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Psychogenic Amnesia- Memory loss due to the effect of stress or psychological trauma on the brain. Certain experts see this form of amnesia as an act of self-preservation, therefore meaning the individual has forgotten raw memories rather than facing a usually painful reality that may be too much to deal with. Those suffering with this phenomenon also usually lose memories of their name, address, job, experiences etc., but can recall factual memories such as names of cities, how to play an instrument and other education, they can also create new memories.
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Abir had always been a man in control, perhaps obsessively so? Each object within his home had a certain place and never moved an inch, his routine was one of extreme measures, each act planned down to the last second- time was an extraordinary fete and he wasn’t one to waste even a little bit of it. He wasn’t the kind of person to enjoy the exhilarated thrill of losing control, he certainly didn’t feel pleasure when the wind swept through his luscious locks of hair causing them to tangle within whispers of air.
But then came Mishti.
Then it all changed.
Suddenly irritating nuances that led to his tongue slithering between both rows of teeth began to taste of the sweetness of laughter filling empty halls he tended to prefer to be quiet, nails cutting into his palms gifted him the sensation of the brightest stars he could only ever see when he was dizzy enough or looking into her eyes since the sky didn’t have a glimmer bright enough. The intensity of his heart sinking down into his stomach was all-consuming with each breath she stole from him as he fought not to touch her, have her, hold her as his own.
And he had spent far too long fighting urges, swallowing back desperation and ignoring desires not to give in now, so that’s exactly what he did. Fell to his knees before a shrine merged from the letters of her name and gave himself over to the power she had over him. It did not matter that he’d been denounced from normalcy, abnormality suited him when it grew from her.
Upon receiving the call that his beloved had awoken to glossy white tiles and tubes down her throat, he’d rushed like he’d never rushed before toward the Hospital he spent each day at only to hear a selection of words that burnt his throat box when he repeated them. “Psychogenic Amnesia? I don’t” his fingers looped around the hooks of his belt, “I don’t understand” his eyes re-opened from the calming breaths he’d forced himself to take.
“I’m afraid your wife seems to have no memory of the past few years before her attack, nor the attack itself” the woman sighed sympathetically, hand reaching to cup his shoulder only to fall once he’d shrugged it away. “There are options to help with regaining the memory but-“.
