Rishabh was concerned about my stress. So after the negations were over and the rebel troops were being gathered, he arranged a psychiatrist for me. I resisted at first because I didn’t want anyone to see my weaknesses, but I finally decided to give it a try. After all, I hadn’t slept for days, my head felt like it could blast any moment and I began smoking like a chimney.
The doctor was a middle-aged woman, too beautiful to exist in a miserable place like this. She was kind and patient and I felt surprisingly safe around her.
“No smoking in here.” She said when I was about to light a cigarette.
“Do you know who you're talking to?” I said. How did she dare to cross me? I if wanted, I could fry her alive and serve her to my dogs.
“You can be anyone in the outside world. But in this worl
