Crash!
Crash!
"FUCK!" Shehryaar yelled at the top of his lungs and continued breaking all the glass and the bottles that came within his reach.
Nothing is working! Nothing is fucking working! He mentally screamed and continued to cause destruction in his wake.
It had been weeks since therapy started and he wasn't seeing any results. Anissa was still mute and unresponsive.
And it was driving him towards the edge of insanity. He risked so much just so he could have a direction. Just so he could have some vestige of hope. But it didn't produce any results.
He was risking so much.
It took so much willpower for him to bring about some change in himself and for what? So that she remain the same?
Shehryaar was not a patient man.
But he was told to learn to be a little patient.
But in his opinion, he had been patient enough.
It had almost been seven weeks since he brought in the psychiatrist but it failed to show results.
And he was growing even more restless and ruthless.