"Yes?" She said stopping infront of him.

"I'm Buraak. Wafa's husband" he said making her raise an eyebrow at him.

"Wafa bakhtiar?" She questioned making him nod at her.

"Is she okay?" She asked suddenly looking around.

"No. She fainted today. I brought her here just now" he said making her eyes wide.

"Which room is she in?" She asked suddenly after a pause of a couple of minutes.

"They have taken her in emergency."

She nodded and left him there and went inside the room hurriedly. He stood in the hallway fazed by all that had happened.

He waited till Dr Zarish came out with another doctor, he stepped forward but she gestures for him to wait as she followed the other doctor out of his sight.

His leg bounced in anxiety as he sat on tht plastic benches in tht hallway. He wiped the sweat away from his forehead and stood up as the doctor made an appearance again.

"How is she? Will anyone tell me what's going on?" He asked anxiously.

"Come with me I have a few things to ask you about Wafa" she said asking him to follow her. His eyes went to the room she was in but then walked with her.

"Have a seat Mr Buraak" she said sitting on her place.

"What had happened? Please tell me something at least" he pleaded watching her dial a number on her phone.

"Ms Safa speaking?, Safa I would like you come to the hospital right now is possible. I have a few things to discuss with you related to Wafa" she spoke making his blood still in his veins.

"Alright. Be quick" she ordered putting tht receiver down.

"What's going on? Why have you called her?" He asked but tht doctor busied herself with her work.

"How long have you two been married?" She asked not looking at him directly instead the white hospital file in her hand.

"Almost three months" he replied.

"How has these months been?" She inquired further.

"What does this have to do this with her this situation?" He asked feeling his emotions get all over the place.

"Hasn't been good I see. How's your intimate life going?" She questioned making him scowl at her questions.

"Will you tell me what's going on?"

"A question should not be answered with a question. How has it been?"

"We haven't progressed enough to reach that point" he answered feeling frustrated by her questions.

"Is that hesitation mutual or from one side?" She asked.

"What's the point of all this?"

"The point is that if this hesitation has been shown by Wafa and you have gone against her barrier then you're the major problem here" she said looking him up and down.

"Why would I do that? when I'm the one who doesn't want her near me." He yelled.

"Have you tried forcing yourself on her recently? Or have been physically abusive?" She asked maintaining her calm.

"No why are you asking these things?" He said looking away feeling embarrassed.

"I've seen bruises and swelling on her hands and wrists. What's the cause?" She asked clasping her hands infront of her.

"It was a little argument we had" he scoffed.

"Little argument that led to you man handling her and causing this breakdown?" She raised an eyebrow at that.

"I'm not the cause of it. I didn't know she'll faint by just a raise of voice" he tried to justify himself.

"I don't believe it was just a raise of voice Mr Buraak" she spoke making him furious.

"You're trying to say I abused her?" He asked.

"Could be" she stated.

"You're her psychiatrist tell me what's wrong with her?" He whisper yelled slamming his head on the armrest.

"Your wife Mr Buraak is a sensitive case. That need care and affection not yelling and man handling" she started.

"Wafa has been my patient since she was sixteen and now at twenty five I know her better than her own mother. So before I tell you anything I need to make sure are you even worth knowing about her" she added

"She's been having problems since sixteen?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"Ten to be precise, she seemed help at sixteen" she said.

A knock on the door interrupted their talk and Safa walked in. Her eyes met Buraak's but she quickly looked away greeting dr Zarish.

"Have a seat Safa. Would you like to have something?" Dr Zarish said nodding at Safa.

"No thank you" Safa said sitting down beside Buraak.

"The reason why I called you here is. Your sister Wafa has had yet another breakdown. Which I clearly warned you about how harmful it can be for her" the doctor started. A panic surged through Safa as she leaned forward on tht table.

"What? Where is she? Is she okay? Please tell. how did this even happen?" She threw question after question as her heart rate increased thinking of the worst that could've happened to her sister. Buraak scoffed internally but kept his face neutral.

"Triggered memories and force involved" the doctor said.

"What did you do?" Safa yelled slamming her hand on the table. She stood up hovering over him as he rolled his eyes.

"Now you're worried about the sister you knowingly married to a person you knew won't care for her."

"Calm down Safa. I believe me Buraak here hasn't been informed about the severity of her condition" doctor Zarish said.

"That doesn't gives him tht right to let it all happen" Safa yells sitting down glaring at the man beside her.

"And it gives you the right to marry your sister off to your ex lover?" The doctor said making her freeze and look down in embarrassment.

"What do you mean?" Buraak asked snapping out of his own thoughts.

"Well if you both consider Wafa blind and mentally disabled, just because she doesn't says or does anything then I guess you both have screwed up very well. You forgot Wafa has good observation skills." She stated staring them both down as if they were two kindergartners.

"What?" Safa mastered the courage to ask.

"I've had many phone calls from her I'm how she complained how much Mr Buraak pays attention to you and how you're always tensed in his presence. She has also mentioned that she had seen a few gifts in his pockets that she had expected to be hers but we're later located with you even before they reached her." The woman said with anger lacing her undertone.

"That's childish and a lie" Buraak said looking away from the lady.

"That's a very nice bracelet aapi. I saw a similar one earlier today"

"I really like that pendant. Buraak and Faris bhai have similar taste don't they?"

Safa's eyes grew wider as memories of Wafa observing her jewellery.

"I see I've hit the right nerve miss Safa?" The doctor said seeing Safa's lost state.

"She did question the jewellery Buraak gifted me as my wedding gifts a while back." Safa breathed unbelievably.

"I'm here to know what's wrong with Wafa not to be reminded about my past relationships" Buraak broke the thick air around them.

"Well your wife is a victim of PTSD and sever anxiety. She has a phobia of the dark, she battled insomnia for a long time but now she's fine in that sense. Her phobia isn't one by nature it's a sign of PTSD." Dr Zarish started.

"What exactly caused this PTSD as you say?" He asked.

"Molestation. Rape by a family member not once. Traumatization into staying quite and the death of her biological father and yeah parents divorce" his breath stopped as the doctor let those words out.

"What?" He breathed looking to tht side where Safa sat wiping her cheeks.

"To put it all together Wafa's parents separated after a toxic relationship when she was ten leading her to depression. Her father was a nice man may God bless his soul he seemed out for help and she got better that was until the year twelve striked and her father passed away. She was forced to move in with a toxic mother who was by then married to miss Safa's father. He however was not a father figure but a pedophile in disguise. He molested and harassed Wafa on events but her mother being an absent parent his molestation took over and he raped her." His heart rate slowed with each piece of information she threw his way.

"In fear of another divorce her mother never said a word infact to out it in words she could care less. Taking that to his advantage the had made rape a punishment for her. Wafa being a slow or you can say sensitive child messed up alot in beginning leading to her being locked in a dark room with this man who mad her brain growth worse. At twelve years of age Mr Buraak no child wants a father who punishes them in such way for not being able to solve a single math problem." She added more to explain it to him but his mind couldn't even get past the former information yet.

"Fortunately when Wafa had trusted Safa enough and had told her she had moved wafa in her room and had made sure she want left alone with him or even in presence of their mother. Safa was the one who had approached me with the help of her aunt who tried calling the police on him and their trial was taken in consideration when her aunt died of cancer. It was because of her staying in an asylum and away from her house that she's stable now. Wafa when she came to me was a starved child with no ability to talk or even look up at someone in their eyes. It took her a lot of time to heal, be able to gain the confidence she has now and trust people." She said making looking at a sobbing Safa.

"Everytime in dark she fears that her step father will show up and punish for things she hadn't even done. She defeated ocd of checking locks and stacking things against her door to keep him out. Now the wafa who you have married is far more better than the one I saw. You're easily annoyed by her screaming and getting scared but imagine your horror if you were in her shoes. Loosing the only parent who accepted you as who you were and then moving in with tht one who took advantage of you being a girl and having a vagina" she said with disgust at the word Father. It hurt her just as much as it did before when Wafa told her.

"I..." He couldn't speak. His throat was too dry for his own good. His eyes were unfocused and his mind a fog of images of Wafa crying and begging for help.

"I believe you have unknowingly triggered memories Buraak by restraining her from using her hands and forcing her to do whatever that had been going on" she said making him remember pushing her against that wall. Getting in her personal space in a way he shouldn't have.

"I'm very disappointed in you Safa. I thought you were the one who cared about her but now that I see the case I honestly can't out into words how you've broken my trust in you Safa. If all of this was something known to you then I'm sorry you've failed you promise" Zarish averted her attention to Safa who nodded her head.

"I didn't. I knew. I know. I take responsibility of what I did. But.. Abu. Ever since Wafa came back, all grown and perfect.. he.. I couldn't. If Buraak was not the right one for her." She hiccuped making the doctor pass her a glass of water.

"If this was going to be hell for her then living there would've made her loose her life earlier than expected. I know doctor. I know I've failed but my safe option to get wafa away from him permanently was marriage and being informed two hours before their nikkah I couldn't possibly find another way out." She cried covering her face with he hands. She couldn't do anything else for her sister, she only had made her suffer once by letting her father in her life and second by getting her married to Buraak.

"I also know Buraak enough to know that no matter what he does he won't get physical. Not abusive nor will he force himself on her. I know he gets angry and is an asshole but I also know he's far better than the man who I call my father. I'm ashamed but I did what I could in that moment." She added looking at him who seemed to be a stone sitting there. His fist were clenched while his mind could only register how he had taken advantage of an already broken girl for his own sick benefits.

"She... She never flinched away when I had touched her or held her hand. I don't I never thought.." he croaked not knowing what flew out of his mouth.

"That's because she's been told whom to let in and who not to. It was my advice to not push you away that I think she did take." The woman in question answers.

"Can I go see her?" He asked running his aching throat.

"Yes.. but Buraak. Let me warn you her heart condition doesn't allows any other shocks. She's stable now. But be aware, annoyingly enough you'll have to be careful with her. She's like a rose petal and they fall quicker than any other petal. Their beautiful but fragile. If you can't accept her then don't play around with her also." She said but her advise made him even more conscious of what he should do.

"I'll go see her" he said leaving the room with a hazy mind.

"I can't say you've done a good job but I also don't know if this is wrong. Getting her away from your father was like a life support, but life support isn't always effective" the doctor said turning towards Safa.

"I know" the younger woman whispered brokenly.

"Go. She'll need you first when she wakes up." The doctor said ushering her out.

"Yeah" Safa walked out but fell on chair outside her cabin. She cried with audible sobs making people look at her in sympathy.

"Safa? What did the doctor say? Is everything okay?" Faris was beside her in a blink of an eye. He me raced her but she kept crying in his chest.

"I failed. I failed as a sister Faris. I... Can't save when she trusts me to do just that. I'm a horrible human being" she cried making Faris frown but he didn't let her go. He kept her in his arms till she had cried her heart out.

"Your decision wasn't tht wisest but at that moment it was either your sister's safety, who was granted a new life or your past with Buraak. Her staying in that house with a rapist on loose was far more dangerous than Buraak could make it seem. You did what you could and now you can only pray that this works out for her." He said rubbing her arms.

Buraak didn't know how he ended up infront of her room. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he walked inside. He walked over to her who was hooked on IVs, an oxygen mask on her face.

He sat down on the chair beside her bed.

He stared at her.

For as long as he could remember he only stared at her with tht doctor's words repeating in tht background.

Molested.

Raped.

Punished.

Traumatized.

"God Wafa" he groaned taking her cold hand in his.

"What have you been hiding behind this childish behavior of yours? I.. I'm sorry. I'm such an asshole for treating you like that. I know I'm wrong and I apologise. Please when you wake up forgive me. I just got jealous when you talked about that Jahan with such adoration I couldn't help but let turn into rage when I saw that beautiful ring against my plain one. I'm sorry. I just couldn't give you what you wished for. Safety. I'm sorry" he whispered to her as she slept through his words.

He didn't say anything but just sat there running his fingers through her hair. Caressing the bruises he had caused. He placed his head on her pillow next to hers gazing at her closed eyes. How he wished they were open and twinkling like stars. But he could only wish at the moment.

"I'm going to kill that asshole who you took your childhood away from you. I'm not the best but I sure can end the worst." He whispered twirling a lock of her hair around his finger as his eyes dropped from the days long exhaustion and guilt.

He didn't know what he felt but all he knew was to just hold her hand and not do anything.

"I'll try to be the safe you're looking for but I doubt you won't let me now" he breathed against her ear nuzzling his face in her hair.

Safa didn't enter the room seeing them together. She couldn't. She had caused enough harm to them and now it was her time to stay back and let Buraak settle everything for himself. She left with Faris planning to come back in the morning.

It was a new beginning for all of them. To move on and to fight demons away. It will be hard time with life playing hide and seek with death and terror. Abyss eyes stayed trained on her form from the corner of the room. She was his and he wouldn't let any weakling take what's his. 

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