Gurya (Doll) / Ehsas e Talluq (Realisation of Relationship)

EP 80

(Everything is going wrong in my life after marrying you.)

"Isay tareef samjhun?"

(Do I Take that as a compliment?)

"Haan, aur to kisi ne karni nahi yahi samajh len."Hoor snapped the phone on the sofa. For one thing, whenever she was worried or had a problem, he was the first to taunt.

(Yes, since no one else would compliment you.)

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He was sitting in his room at that time. With him were a couple of books on psychology that he had recently bought. Before today, he was never interested in studying psychology. He knew she wasn't comfortable explaining her every move to him, but since he blamed her every move on her past, he should read a little psychology to understand as well. Why was that? Why was she behaving like this? He had just started the book yesterday, besides he had been reading on the internet, often following psychologists now. After a little effort, he had learned that when something happened to a person that was very painful, or a person is traumatized, often things related to such events would remind them of it and every such thing could trigger a person. Raima said she wanted to move forward and when she took one step, Hassan decided to take ten steps. His hands stopped typing on the laptop. Something was written there. When a person experiences a shock or trauma and is triggered by something related to it, there can be four trauma responses. "Fight"Is the human response to danger with fighting and anger. Here the person wants to take control of the situation. Screaming, yelling, physical fighting, throwing things, etc. Comes in response. (Licensed Therapist Chioma Morono). Hassan pondered over Raima's reaction for a moment and then scrolled down. He didn't know if Raima's reaction was in this or not, he had never been in these situations before. He looked down at the notes on what could help in such situations. One of the things he understood was deep breathing. Everything else went over the head. If he wanted to understand this, he would have to consult a therapist or a psychologist. He closed the laptop and put it aside. As soon as he closed it, he thought he had forgotten to read the rest of the response. But as if he understood the one he read. He planned to study again sometime later and got up and went to eat.

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Hira picked up the paper and placed it on the table. It fell to the ground. It was seven o'clock in the evening. Nazneen was in the room while she was sitting in the lounge studying or just trying. For the last hour she was holding the same page busy in her thoughts thinking about the movie she watched last night. She was holding a pen in her hand, there were books and a glass of water on the table. Papers were scattered around. After about ten minutes the door opened and he entered. Hira raised her face and greeted. She was not rude to him in front of Nazneen. She used to fight with Nazneen, fight with her, get angry with her when she saw Nazneen's injuries, but she did not say anything to Sherazi.

"Wassalam"Sherazi answered the greeting and sat there. He smiled and looked at Hira and then glanced at her work.

"Studying?"Hira shook her head with a scrunched nose. She had no interest in studying, she had to do it under compulsion.

"Then why are you making faces? Study. You don't work as much as you put in the time."Sherazi stroked Hira's cheek and reached forward to pick up her book. Hira made a face. She did not hate Sherazi, but in her emotions she would definitely tell Nazneen that she hated Sherazi, but Nazneen did not want Hira to hate Sherazi, so she always explained to her that it's not good to hate him. He might be bad with her , but he was good with Hira. But if she didn't hate, Hira didn't love Sherazi either. They both used to have a good time, laughing together. He used to bring her ice-creams, check her schoolwork, and help her in her studies. Both of them were living. That was enough for Nazneen. Hira was dressed in a salwar kameez. The dupatta was around the neck. She loved to have a dupatta, but would often lose it. Nazneen complained to her that if she went to any wedding or feast, her dupatta would fall off. She should be careful. She just loved to buy, but didn't know how to handle it.