Jasmine.

33. Talks Therapy and Fever

I realised this chapter was messed up much lately, so I have edited it.

Aira walked into her apartment after a month. Farah had finally found her dream house. Her mother and sister would be joining them soon; Aira knew the apartment was now all hers. Farah was packing her things. "Hey," Aira greeted her.

"Hey," Farah smiled at her as she wrapped a bubble wrap around their picture together taken in front of a fancy Restaurant at the banks of Thames. 

"You okay?" Farah probed, "Yeah, I am," Aira said as she sat down on the couch.

"Aira..." Farah had placed the pictures down on the coffee table and came to sit down next to Aira.  "Okay... I think I need to go back to therapy," Aira blurted out. Farah looked at her as if she got an early Christmas present, ever since her last breakdown in August Aira was refusing to go back into therapy.

"Finally!" She clapped her hands together. "I want Ma, no one else, at least for now," Farah nodded, "And I know what do with the urn,"Farah looked at Aira with her eyes glassy, the Urn contained Raksha's Cord, something Aira refused to let go. She clasped Aira's hand in hers.

 "What do you want to do?"

"I am going to Jersey, there is a sea, and I would love to believe she would have loved sea," Aira said her voice cracking. Farah hugged her. "I am happy that you are finally coming out, I want to see the reckless Aira I met during college. The one who would be ready to jump out of the dorms past curfew. The one who never hesitated to stand up to bullies and bitches, the one who mothered us around. Remember when we lied to your parents and went to trekking at Coorg."

"Yeah and you ended up drunk,"

"You chased Parth around the hotel for spiking our drinks, you did kick his ass." Aira chuckled. "And when your parents found out,"

"You guys took the blame when I was the one who suggested and planned everything,"

"Because we love you. We wanted you to have fun." Aira hugged Farah tighter. "I am going to miss you,"

 "I would still be working with you."

"About that... I, um, might go for a transfer. I need to talk to Henry though."

"Why?"

"It's just overwhelming. I feel like I need a change of scenario. I haven't decided yet. I don't want to be away from Henry and Cora but at the same time it's kind of exhausting." Aira stumbled upon her words.

"You are confused,"

"Yeah... I don't know. I know I am happy with Henry but I want to spend more time with him and Cora. Urgh!! I am confused..." She covered her face with her hands and sobbed. "Okay... you need Dr Parvati, if anyone can decode you right now its Ma," Farah patted her shoulder. Aira knew it was true. "But I don't know how you expect me to talk to Ma regarding the fact that I am sexually frustrated,"

"Finally the cat is out of the bag. If this is the issue you need both Ma and us girls," Her eyebrows wiggled, "One, Ma need to help you navigate through the mush your brain is in the department and two, the three of us plus Christine is going get you a wardrobe update,"

"I am not wearing the pathetic excuse of a thin layer of cloth," "You are, you have had proper sex in seven years, woman!"

 "Technically I never had sex; I was never the enthusiastic partner." She snarled; Farah patted her shoulder.

 "I need to get over the fear. Every time we try something I freeze up. Remember my last blackout before Scotland. We were making out, Henry said something and I just blacked out." Aira let out a frustrated sigh. "I can't let this fear tank what I have with Henry." She said."You love him,"