Too bad, divorce just isn't in her cards.
The hospital is extremely close to high end restaurants. You eat, get sick and boom, there's the hospital! I hold the door open for Inayat and she walks in without a word. 
A waiter approaches us with menus but I don't need one. "Steak and mashed potatoes. Medium rare." My wife refuses the menu too. "I'm not hungry." Why must I be punished every single time?!
"Can you give us a minute?" I ask the waiter, and turn to my wife when he is gone. "You need to eat."
"No." 
"Don't make me shove food down your throat, Inayat." It would be a problem considering she doesn't tolerate being touched. Her eyes widen a little. 
"If you're upset, take it out on me, not food. Eat something." She gives up on her hunger strike and gets a lamb steak for herself. She eats with elegance. Cutting her steak with poise and chewing it deliberately slow. 
That's the kind of etiquette lessons I received as a child. Probably not as strict as a woman's but they were still a lot. 
I don't know much about Inayat's past. I know she has parents somewhere but she never talks about them. I should've dug deeper into her life but I am her husband, not a detective investigating her for a crime. 
I'd rather she tells me things herself. She just hadn't yet. "Would you ever consider a divorce?" She asks. 
I finish chewing my steak before dropping my cutlery, sitting back in my chair and staring into her soul. I never see anything. She has everything hidden from the world. From me. 
"Why do you want it so desperately? Is there someone else you'd rather be with?" 
"No." 
"Then? What is it?" Today is the first time she has breathed about a divorce and she is adamant about it too.
"I'm tired of this." 
I shrug, "take a vacation. I can arrange one now if you'd like." She scowls at my response. "I don't see a future for us." 
"I'll get you glasses." 
"You-" she cuts herself off to breathe and calm herself down. "I'm not happy." 
"Then tell me what I can do to make you happy. You deserve all the happiness in the world darling but you don't need to leave me for it. Tell me what makes you happy and I'll do it." 
"Can you love me?" 
That's what she wants? That overrated feeling of happiness for five minutes with pain and misery for an eternity?
She has made it clear time and time again that she isn't looking for anything with me. She doesn't even touch me and I don't think that is going to change anytime soon. Her fear of human contact is pretty potent. 
"If that's what you want, then I can try." I have become great at pretending. This wouldn't be hard. 
"You're lying." She says. "You narrow your eyes slightly and flex your jaw a little every time you lie. It's so little, people probably don't even notice."
But she does. She knows when I'm lying. She can tell by simply looking at my face. Well shit. 
She goes back to her food and I go back to mine. I lethargically cut through my steak and chew without tasting anything. "Why do want to stay in this marriage?" She asks. 
Because I know. I know that whatever happened to her, sucked the soul out of her. I know she barely has a will to live. I know she has self harming tendencies. She tries her best to clean up but I've seen a drop of blood in the shower more times than I can count. 
Initially I chalked it upto menstruation but I see the cuts on her. She always makes up an excuse and tries to hide them really well but I see more than most. 
I'm worried that if one day, I'm not standing on the other side of the door, she would never come out. That one day her blade would do more damage than I can dare imagine. 
Every time I walk into our bathroom, I rummage through every nook and cranny to find her blade and throw it away. Yet somehow she manages to get her hands on new ones. 
If my banging on her door or reminding her that I'm there keeps her from killing herself then I'm willing to do it forever. 
I gave up on relationships when I killed my girlfriend. I gave up on love when my heart broke and never got fixed. I gave up on friendships when I realised that reaching out to Faisal would do nobody any good. I gave up on people. 
That night in the cemetery, I was done. I did what I wanted to do. I didn't care if my father blew through my inheritance, I had nothing to live for. I wasn't suicidal but I was done. And right at that moment she came into my life.
Running towards me. She looked at the blood on me and still asked for help. She looked so scared, so broken. I had purpose again. I had something to do. I had her, and she needed me to protect her. She trusted me to do so even when I was a stranger.
My wife saved me even before I had a chance to save her. I still don't know who she was running from but I will hunt people down if she wants them gone. 
She wonders why I want to save our marriage? It's all I have. She, is all I have.
"Because I don't want to lose you, darling." 
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