39. The One Where I Go On Date

"Are you sure I look good?" I voiced my doubts to the phone. On the other end, Nisha laughed for the third time. "Don't laugh," I whined, picking the rest of dresses from the bed.

She didn't understand how important it was for me to look good because I wanted to impress Kabir and show him that in my sickness, I wasn't too much of a burden. I had no idea how he forgave my foolish behavior every single time.

From past two nights, we were having too much drama in our lives and it was affecting me too much, pushing me to edge again and again. I had no idea how would I explain it to him, explain the things going through my mind, the demons conjuring it again while I strived to put them at the back of everything.

It was like reliving everything, all at once.

"You look beautiful," She replied. "He's going to love it. By the way, where you both are going?"

"I don't know." I grabbed the black wedges from the cupboard. "Heels or wedges."

"Wedges. Heels will hurt your ankle for a long time," She