...Preet...
After we reached home and settled down I walked in my room and changed in a comfortable pair of black skinny jeans and a grey crop top, leaving my hair in the soft waves, thanks to the bun I slipped on my black converse and walked in Kabir's room.
Being the stupid impulsive girl I am I opened the door without knocking.

I shouldn't have I know and I swear I realized it the moment I saw Kabir just in his rugged jeans, shirtless.
I instantly closed my eyes and turned around.

"Shit sorry, I should have knocked." I said.

"Uhm, its fine Preet, you wanted something?"

I slowly turned around expecting some progress but no he was still shirtless well basically trying to wear a button up. I shook my head and slowly went to him I helped him button up his shirt and slapped his chest, "This is better." He smirked knowingly.

"Well basically I have to leave for the hospital so I just wanted to inform you about it." I said

All this while I didn't notice how close we both were.

"What are you gonna do?" I questioned.

"Uhm nothing."

"Why?"

"Because I have nothing to do."

"You have an office in London right?"

"Yeah!"

"So why don't you join back."

"I don't know."

"You should." I forced.

"I don't think this is the right idea." He replied in confusion.

Understanding his state of mind I smiled and settled down on his bed with my legs folded indian style.

"Aren't you getting late?" Kabir questioned.

"Kabir, I know we have never been close all these years but do you trust me." I asked genuinely and he nodded.

Smiling I asked him to sit on the bed opposite to me.
Once he was settled I held his hands and made him look at me.
"Then listen to me loud and clear, you will be absolutely fine, there is nothing wrong with you and about facing the world, we both will do it together."
He smiled faintly at this.

"Fine, I'll go to office from tomorrow." He stated.

"That's like a good boy." I said pulling his cheeks and he swatted my hands away.

Laughing I got up and walked out of the room, at the entrance Kabir stopped me and said.
"You are a great doctor Preet."

"I know but for once I was trying to be a good wife." I replied and then walked out of the house directly.

What the hell is wrong with me? I thought.

I never even thought of saying that but the words slipped out automatically.

It is because you lack a brain to mouth filter Preet.
My inner conscious answered.

On my way to the hospital I analyzed that there was a drastic change in Kabir's manoeuvre. The Kabir Malhotra who could be wrong and still act as if he is the only pure soul was doubting his right behaviour.

Certainly something had happened in these 4-5 years, and this something was my only key to cure him.