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dress standing in front of the mirror looking at the young bride looking back at her. Her eyes held the innocence, purity and the simplicity that not many souls had especially with such dark souls around her. However, her heart was protected by her father who made her a woman quite young but her faith wasn't that simple.

It was meant to play its role in her life taking her to a roller coaster ride with fear, excitement, euphoria and the moment it ends- you are at your destination again.

She feels shy about everyone talking about her and how young she is to be married but she believes her father who was a wise man to protect her heart like he always had. Sure, he wasn't with her anymore doesn't mean that what he thought for her will supposedly bad.

The beautiful smile that lures people to her was plastered on her face permanently as she had always imagined for this moment for a very young age. Isn't that how it goes?. The dreams of marriage and every coming thing?. Those fairy tales of love that never exist?.

She was no less than a person who believed in them.

She was waiting for her uncle to come with the person who will read her Nikkah and tie her in this new bond. She was scared, nervous and excited at the same time not thinking about herself at all.

But the moment the door banged open so loud that it shook her body to the core was nothing that she heard next that shook her whole existence.

"He ran away".

8 years later:

Uzair taps his feet angrily against the floor because he had been waiting for an hour for the person he was supposed to meet to come and there was no sight whatsoever.

"It annoying". His close friend- Ibrahim said rolling his eyes

"What is?". He asked irritated

"You are". Ibrahim said laughing on his own joke while his face remains straight, "Chill a little".

"What do you mean by chill?. Do you think I am free enough to waste my time idly?". He asked angrily

"Maybe you should waste your time for once and you might actually loosen or I have a better idea find yourself a wife who can tight your screws for you". Ibrahim said excitedly

"Your ideas are as useless as you are". He said rolling his eyes when he heard the door opening and the doctor walks in

"Sorry, gentlemen, I had an urgent patient to attend to". Doctor Harris said apologetic and his old face wrinkling at the mention of his case

"It's no problem, at all. We were here because my father spoke to you I assume?". Ibrahim said politely

"Ah, yes". Harris said nodding taking his telephone calling someone to come to his room, "Grant me five more minutes until the person comes. I know your mother needs assistance so I think one of the members my team will be best for it since I have studied your mother case".

The door opens and in the walk, the breath of fresh air and his eyes momentarily widen looking at her but as she looks at him he immediately went back to his cold impressions to his utter surprise she didn't even look surprised neither there was a single change in her expression.

"You called for me?". She asked softly looking at Harris

"Heer, remember the case I spoke to you about?". Harris said handing her the file, "These two gentlemen-".

"Don't you think my mother case is important enough to not hand it over to an inexperienced person?". Uzair asked coldly

"Don't you think it is wrong to-". She started but Harris cut her off

"Heer, don't-". Harris started however he was cut off by Ibrahim

"No, no. Let her speak. It's fun". Ibrahim said looking at her amused

"Like I was saying isn't it wrong to objectify someone before they have done their work?". She asked matching his fierce voice which was another surprise for him because all he remembers is her soft sweet low voice

"Heer, you are not helping". Harris said sighing knowing her well

"I think your subordinate does not understand hierarchy". He commented arrogantly

She snickers at his words, "Hierarchy?. Mind you, if the issue is related to me I don't think anyone else but I have the right to speak".

"I don't think she qualifies for the job. Her words are sharp with her rotten attitude-". He started

"Thanks for the character analysis. For a moment I thought you were a psychiatrist instead of me". She said angrily

"This is not how business works". He argued

"Excuse me, Sir. But I am not doing business with a living person. Not sure about you though". She said sharply

"Ok. I like her. We want her to be the doctor". Ibrahim declared in the intense competition they two were in

"Great!". Harris said standing," She is my best student and she will be a great help. I will leave you all to discuss further".

She looks at her professor leaving sighing as she moves to sit down on his chair feeling his eyes following her every movement but she didn't even shake under his gaze like she used to.

She was 26 years old now living outside of her hometown in a different country leaving everyone and everything behind.

"Wait! Aren't you-". Ibrahim started

"Doctor Heer Anjum for you". She said nonchalantly, "Whose mother are we dealing with?". She asked opening the file and she already knows whose mother it is

"His". Ibrahim said pointing to him leaning back in the chair to watch this drama unfolds

"I don't wish you to be my mother psychiatrist". He stated seething in anger

"I would mind my words and tone if I were you". She warned narrowing her eyes at his sky blue ones, "I don't take disrespect lightly. As for your disliking, aren't my problem. If you are done wasting both our time we can discuss important issues such as your mother, Sir".

"You need to start respecting me". He said banging his hand on the table

She didn't even budge a little, "And you need to earn it. Respect isn't gained by force, it has to be earned".

"Chill out, dude". Ibrahim said before the matters get out of hand, "Start discussing your case with her".

"The case is in the files already". He said gritting his teeth

"This file shows only the information that is not required. I need to know about your mother from you because you have spent years with her. What is she like, her dislikes and everything about her". She explained calmly

He starts to explain to her in detail about everything that her mother was like and everything that went down for her. It was hard to speak about what happened 8 years ago again. Repeating it causes him to be angrier.

"I understand the case I need to meet her. How did Professor and you decided her treatment to go?". She asked standing from her seat with the file

"With the doctor staying in my house". He said smirking watching colours leaving her face as the file falls down from her hand

"No way! That's ridiculous". She said collecting herself and the file

"It isn't. My mother will never come here for treatment and with her health problems, she cannot move around much. So, I decided that her doctor will stay with her 24/7 for which I am paying a high price to get my mother back again". He said threatening, "Why are you scared now?".

She hardened her eyes straightening her posture, "When do we start?".

"Right this minute". He replied standing from his seat walking out of the room not before banging it loudly shaking her heart

She sighs.

She takes her needed material from the hospital planning to take her house belonging later. She follows behind the two men to his car sitting in the back seat. She looks down at his mother picture moving her finger on it and the smile that adores her face.

"Are you listening?". She heard his thundering voice making her shriek

"What is it?". She asked confused

"Actually he was talking nonsense anyways no need to listen". Ibrahim piped in receiving a hard glare from him

"I said that I don't want any drama-". He started

"I am not as low as you". She said angrily turning to look outside of the window

She heard him take a sharp intake of breath slamming his hand over the steering wheel angrily driving at a high speed but she didn't utter a single word against the fears of her for speed. She closes her eyes staying calm and collected when the car came to sudden halt making her move forward from the impact but she gracefully handled herself.

"I will take my leave now". Ibrahim said leaving them behind

"Do you need the invitation to come forward?. I am not your driver". He said sarcastically

She rolls her eyes moving to sit in the front seat, "I wouldn't hire you as my driver".

She knows she hits his buttons again because of the speed of the car however like how she tried to stay calm. This time her composure breaks as sweats start to cover her forehead and body. Her eyes didn't even listen to her brain to shut down instead they stayed open until a sharp light enter her eyes making her scream.

"STOP". She screamed placing a hand over her chest

"Scared?". He asked amused

Her eyes turn to him matching the coldness in his eyes as she leans closer to him making him lean back, "You like igniting fear in everyone, right?. You are a self-centred man who loves to have fear in people's eyes, aren't you?". She leans more closer looking directly into his eyes smirking, "I am not scared of you".