Chapter 92. Disabled

Sitting in the wheelchair, she at last was going out of that room. If she had remained there longer, her mental health would have been disturbed. She would have gone insane after being confined to the four walls this long. She had requested Maria to carry her out to the ground so she could feel the sun. And upon her persistent insistence, Maria wheeled her out. They stopped in the middle of the ground. The sun was about to set. There were other people too who were walking, talking, sitting on the benches. All in all, the place was crowded. But not too much.

A smile already made its way to her lips.

She was happy.

Genuinely happy after so long.

She hadn't thanked nature as much as she did now.

She had grown weary of sitting, so she tried to stand up when Maria stopped Sheharzaad.

"Please, don't put much pressure on your legs," Maria reprimanded.

"Let me walk, Maria. I want to walk," she said and tried to stand up when a hand came in front of