Rish's P.O.V.
A wave of realization hit her after my words, but i knew that there was something in her mind which stopped her from her regret of hating life. I was sure that something had deeply affected her, maybe emotionally or even physically.

"How about we start your first session right here?" I offered.

"I don't wish to." She bluntly replied.

"Okay then, go back to your sad and depressed life. Go back to the old past which hurts you every second. Go and kill your already dying life."

"NO! NOOO PLEASE NO!" She pulled my arm.

She started breathing heavily and her face turned pale red, her palms sweaty as she gripped my arm tighter.

"So will you follow me?" I put my hand on hers to give her comfort and support.

She nodded hesitantly.

"Don't worry okay, i promise you, we can fix this. I just need you to trust me. Completely." Its like a mandatory thing for me to ask this question to all of my patients because i believe that in psychology it is very important to be friends with the person your treating, your patient should know that they are in the right hands. Of course it is really hard to earn someone's trust, and it should be. Trust is a big thing. You are giving someone a big part of you as trusting them, all their actions can affect you deeply.

"O-okkay." She said in an icy tone.

"Run."

"What?" She snapped her head towards me and looked at me in confusion. It was the first time i noticed her brown orbs, they showed no emotion at all.

"Run away from this pain thats been stinging you all this while. Get up and run. Leave all the past as you go behind you, and just go forward and straight, dont even turn back."

She got up slowly and looked at me one more time. I gave her a reassuring smile and she nodded.

Her feet moved gently forward and started lightly jogging at first but then she shouted and ran like the wind was chasing her. She ran like there was no tomorrow. She ran and ran and ran until i lost sight of her. I left her for a few minutes but then went to find her.

She was standing there in the middle of the dark road, panting, screaming, crying. I put my hand on her shoulder and she shivered at my touch.

"Relax." I rubbed her back.

After a minute or two, she calmed down. She was completely silent. Not even a word came out of her mouth.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. But what next?" She murmured.

I could see a fighter in her.

"Where do you live?"

"Ho-hostel. But i got kkkicked out." Her gaze stayed on the ground.

At that time i didnt know what to do, the hospital wouldnt have kept her there for too long, nor couldve i left her alone anywhere. My heart just didnt allow me to, as if there was some magnetic connection with this stranger girl. And perhaps, she needed me. She really did.

"Would you mind staying at my place? Till the time being?" I asked, secretly hoping she'd agree.

"I really dont know or care! Just take me somewhere where i'll forget everything, i just wanna go." And she broke down into tears again.

I couldnt control myself anymore so i hugged her. i pulled her small body against mine and placed my arms securely around her.

But it was even more surprising for me when she hugged me back. She actually put her arms on my neck. I started drawing circular patterns on her back with my fingers and she sobbed.

She cried even more until she stopped. But her arms fell down as well, it was then that i realized that she fainted. My heart skipped a beat and i carried her in my arms back to the hospital, i ran as fast as my feet could take me.

The nurses treated her and took her to a room to rest.

This girl was a hyper one, she still felt active and got up from the bed. I dont know if it was the steroids or just her spirit, but she was on fire.

The hospital environment made her sick, i could sense it in her face. She was used to comfortable places i guess. After a lot of thinking i decided to bring her home. My home. I know that is a very weird and personal decision but i cant see pain on her face any longer. The only time i felt like this, this weird feeling, was when i was with Farishta. My poor heart always breaks when i think of her. Discarding all the thoughts of the past, i went to the reception counter to take her out of the hospital.

On my way, i passed by my clinic and my eyes landed on the bench where Maanika was sitting a while ago. But there was something kept next to that bench, a big suitcase. A big suitcase designed in a hipster print with the word Nomad written on it in bold.

A nurse passed by and i asked her about, she said it was Maanikas. Looks like she ran away from her hostel or something. I took her bag and went to the reception to complete all formalities, i knew they wouldnt just allow me to take her to my house so i had to lie. I told them that she was a family friend of mine and that i knew her parents very well.

Finally when she was discharged, i took her home.

Where are we going? She whispered.

To my place.

But why? I dont..... I She stumbled with her words.

Look i need you to trust me okay, im your friend and i will let no harm come to you, im gonna take care of you, im gonna help you start with a new life. Please dont be scared of me, i promise i wont even touch you, just believe me, can you?I occasionally glanced at her.

Okay. She relaxed.

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Welcome home. You can be comfortable here, take as its your own house. The guestroom is to the right and theres a bathroom in there too. And if you need anything else you can call me. i smiled at her warmly.

She didnt even bother and went in her room, sliding her bag with her. I just sighed and went in the kitchen to make myself some coffee.

I heard sounds of the shower running, which obviously meant she was taking a bath, which is good because her body will relax.

A few minutes later, the shower went off and the door lock clicked and she came out looking fresh as a daisy.

Feeling better?

She nodded.

Would you like to have some coffee? i offered her a medium sized mug which had the words Best Mamu Ever given to me by my nephew, Rahul.

It doesnt suit me. She stared at the ground.

Oh. Anything else then? I put the mug back on the counter, a little disheartened.

C-can I hhave tea? She said in a soft voice.

Sure, Ill just make it right now. And i went back in.

I didnt realize when she came in too and watched me from the corner of her eyes as i made tea.

Do you need help? She spoke in a sweet voice. This was the loudest voice she spoke to me in. She finally started to open up which was great.

I suck at cooking honestly. I chuckled and she wanted to laugh but a thought crossed her mind and she frowned again. She had forgotten how to smile, how to laugh. She could only express her feelings through her tears. Sometimes life can be so cruel even to the best people, isnt it?

I need to make her smile. Anyhow.

A/N

Hey guys I'm back!! I know this chapter was quite sloppy and stuff but don't worry, the story will catch its pace as it goes. Also, I have decided to change some stuff in this book. I feel that Rish's character suits a therapist more instead of a psychiatrist, though they are similar, therapist makes it clearer and matches the storyline better :)

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