"It's Inayat." She jots it down on the form and fills it a bit more before looking back up at me. "I can jot down the amount for you as well along with the mode of payment." 
I think for a second, "I'll do a bank transfer of £500,000, please." She blinks in my direction, then again, and again and more until we both look like idiots standing in silence. 
She shakes her head to come back to the land of the living and writes it all down. "You're that rich to donate that much money?" She asks lightly. 
"I'm a therapist. I earn good but not that much. My husband is rich." It's then that her eyes fall to my finger and she raises a brow. "That's a whole ass rock." I look at the diamond on my finger. 
"It was his family heirloom or something." His racist grandmother wasn't fond of the idea of me getting their family ring but my husband once again told her to get a life and to respect his wife and the future duchess.
The woman nods and sighs dreamily. "Sometimes it feels nice to be married to rich men." I look at her finger and almost laugh. "Yours is a rock too. A giant one." She smiles as she looks at it. 
"My husband got it on our tenth anniversary." I raise a brow. She looks quite young. I didn't think she would've been married that long. "Did you marry young?-" I bite my tongue. I sound too nosy. 
She smiles. "Kind of. We were both still in college when we got married." She says before giving me a cheeky smile. "I got pregnant." Ahh. "It feels good to know you're still together and he is still getting you all the diamonds." I point at her finger. 
She laughs. "My son picked it out along with my husband. They are both like two peas in a pod." I smile. The way she talks about her family, with pure joy and love, I wanted that. I still want that. 
"So you had a son?" She nods. "I have three sons and a daughter. My husband is apparently trying to make up the whole cricket team." She pulls her phone out and shows me a picture of her whole family. Her husband is really handsome. 
She has an older boy who looks just like her and two identical twin boys who seem younger. Their daughter is just a toddler but she has a beautiful smile as she tries to pull one of her brother's hair. 
I laugh. "You have an adorable family." She smiles. "I got lucky meeting him. He saved me." She say while looking at the photo. "It changes a lot in us to meet someone who makes us hope again, who gives us what the little girl in us always wanted. So I'm really happy I loved the right man." 
I drink back the tears that gather in my eyes before she looks at me again. "Did you find it Inayat? That kind of love? Is it with your husband?" 
I want to shake my head but I don't. "Even if it is, it is not enough. It would never be enough." She frowns. "Why do you say that?" 
"Because I'm not the girl who had dreams of a perfect family anymore. I honestly was never given the chance to be that girl. And I can't be his wife the way he deserves and the way I truly want to be. I can't even touch him. I can't touch anyone. People being close enough also scares me." 
She takes a step back. Giving me space but also hoping to forward a comforting hand. "It's not my place to say anything Inayat but I know you think you're not enough and that needs to change because he is still there, he is still your husband. Does he treat you bad-"
"No." I shake my head. "He treats me like the way one would treat a precious jewel. He does whatever I say to him, gives me whatever I ask for. He never crossed a boundary, always respected my limits, he is...........perfect."
"That's because he doesn't want to lose you. Because no matter what you think of yourself, he thinks highly of you." She turns to pull a card out of her bag and forward it to me. 
"This is my other card. I actually have a company that restores historical buildings in India. But my number is on it. If you ever need someone to talk to, to share your problems with or just a friend, just know that I'm there." 
"Thank you." I say as I wipe a tear from the corner of my eye and take the card. I bid her goodbye and wish her well with her family. 
"I'm hoping we cross paths again someday Inayat!" She calls out from behind. I smile and wave at her one last time before exiting the building and getting in my taxi. It's then that I look at her business card. 
Ananya Singh Kapoor
Chairwoman
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