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April 17, 2016 / 0 Comments

Inflicted – The Reality

@Yelda #ThePatient Sitting in the interrogation room I was wondering what did I do deserve this. The weird lady and the inspector asked me a lot of questions and I don’t even recognize the two people who brought me here. They are calling themselves my parents and they are calling me from some other name.

I think they have mistaken me for someone else. I do hope the weird lady helps me in getting back to my dear chacha. He might be worried. When he gets worried, he gets mad and when he gets mad he would hurt me. It’s been so long since I have been a bad girl.

I don’t want chacha to punish me. After a long time the lady who brought me here walked in. She apologized for the confusion and offered me money to compensate for my time. She even offered me a job as a maid at her home. I told her what my chachaji asked me to tell any stranger that offers this job.

“I’ll have to ask my chachaji.”

You are now reading the second chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing…

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April 7, 2016 / 0 Comments

Inflicted – The First Encounter

@Melinda Monroe #ThePsychiatrist

I was under the impression that January 11th, 2010 was just another conventional Monday. After waking up at 5:30 and freshening up, I jogged to my gym. I worked out for about an hour and then came back drenched in sweat, took a hot shower and prepared breakfast. I ate my typical breakfast of a Monday morning i.e. 2 Boiled Eggs, Bowl of Cornflakes and Two loafs of bread with a glass of Juice. After being done with the breakfast I headed off to my office.

I had three usual appointments that day. My patients had the usual psychological problems of stress, tension, etc. so they just needed some counseling and I used to help them that way. That day I got an unusual call from the nearby police station which made my life a little exciting.

Don’t judge me, if you had to listen to people talking the same crap all day you would also get frustrated and something like this is a way for you to get away from all this. I didn’t know that this was the last case of my professional career.

Anyway, I was called down at the station. I saw two women sitting in one corner and one man talking to the inspector who  was in charge of the station. One of the women was exceptionally well dressed and from the way she dressed, she looked like a millionaire.

The other looked poles apart. She looked like one of the beggars that we find on the streets of New Delhi everyday. I looked a little closely and was sure that I saw her at one of the traffic lights I pass when I go to my office.

You are now reading the first chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing.

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