*Trust Me* She had worked hard to be what she had become, a reputed psychiatrist, and thanks to the competitive era we live in, her business was blooming. Not a day passed that she didn’t see an upset, stressed and yet well-dressed person sitting on the orange couch. She didn’t like youngsters coming to her this often, but as long as they paid her Rs. 1500 per hour, she didn’t mind it as well. That day also, she was sitting in her cabin, listening to the same “I didn’t want to be an engineer, but I had nothing better to do,” “I don’t want to carry on with my marketing job, I have forgotten what my kids look like,” and “I can’t sleep peacefully, my boss haunts me.” Her replies were the same too. “It is still not over, you can still find a passion, start a blog,” “If you can’t quit your job, take a break, go on a vacation with your kids, start a blog,” “Make friends with your boss, do what others are doing, start a blog.” Not long that she had started, a person came in. Not well dressed per se, anyone can afford a white shirt and blue jeans. “Yes, how may I help you?” “You can’t.” He sat on the couch, and kept his legs on the table. She was taken aback by the sudden carelessness, but she was a shrink, he could not play her. “Well, if I can’t help you, I am afraid no one in this town can. You can try...” “Who told you that I need any help Rukhsaar? I am here to help you.” “One, its Dr. Rukhsaar. And you are here to help me? I am sorry for this sudden grin you may find on my face but I guess, I am the mental health professional here.” He smiled and stood up from the couch. He came too close to her table, so much that their breaths collided, and she could not help but notice the manly cologne he had put on. He took out the pen from her hair bun, picked a tissue and a book from her table. He went back to the couch, sat in the same position and started scribbling something on the tissue. With an intruder in her cabin in working hours who had let her hair down, she had had it. “You... who are you? And what are you doing here?” “How about I tell you all this over a coffee?” “What? A coffee with you? You wish.” “No, you wish, don’t you? You wish that one day, someone walks up into the room, asks you out on a coffee, woos you, falls for you, makes you fall for him, and you have what you always dream of. Am I wrong? For God’s sake Rukhsaar, you are 27, don’t you need someone you could call your own?” She was taken aback by the sudden revelation of truth. This was exactly what she wanted. Not too long back, she was thinking that she should go and see one of her classmates, because she was fed up of doing the same thing every single day. “Yes, think about how I know all that, who am I and what the heck am I doing in your office. Waste your time, or come out for a coffee. Trust me, I will not bite you.” “A risky line isn’t it, trust me?” “Say all you want, I am out in the car. And by the way, you have no appointments left for the day. I checked.” He opened the door, looked back at her, winked, smiled and got out. She thumped on the seat, pinched herself to see if it was actually happening, and even peeped out of the cabin. His was not a big luxury car, just a small, family one, and he was sitting inside, reading paper. “Who the hell is he? I have to go and see how does he know so much about me?” She checked her purse for the pepper spray, and started to walk out of the cabin. Midway, she looked at the sun-shaped mirror near the door and before she knew it, she caught herself smiling. A risky line indeed, isn’t it, trust me? ~Nandini #TAWRepost | Part 2 to follow soon
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 17:00:02 +0000
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