‘No, doctor! I mean . . . it’s not like my relationship with other patients. There’s something special about him. I’m growing emotionally close to him and I’m not sure I want to.’ Radhika struggled to verbalize her feelings without divulging too much.

‘I have known you for a long time, Radhika. You usually discuss all your cases in a very professional manner with me, but this time I can see worry in your eyes and concern in your voice. I know you’re struggling with your own issues but you can’t let that affect this particular relationship if you want him to open up to you.

‘There are no rules or laws when you follow the path of love. But there is a difference between a therapist and a lover. If you want to be his lover, then you have to learn to be open and vulnerable. I’m saying this as your friend. As your professional guide and mentor, I would like to remind you that this is unethical. If you want to remain his therapist, you need to put aside your feelings for him. You can’t have a dual relationship.’

‘I understand, doctor. The truth is I really like him but at the same time I am scared, especially after what happened in London with Christian.’ Radhika finally articulated her real fear.

‘I’m aware of what you are going through but if you genuinely like him and care about his life, then trust your love and go ahead without hesitation. If it’s becoming personal, then treat it that way. You’re not just his therapist any more, so there’s no point pretending otherwise. Don’t tell yourself again and again that his love is not true or what you feel is just momentary. I know you are a great therapist, but apart from that, you are also a beautiful human being and you have all the right to love and to be loved.’

Radhika realized that she hadn’t been able to fully commit to analysing Madhav’s case because she was torn between her personal and professional selves. It was a tough call for her. She couldn’t think practically when it came to him. She decided to take the plunge and talk to him as openly as possible and to let her feelings and instinct, instead of cold logic, dictate her relationship with him.

‘I discontinue my practice as a therapist officially, doctor. I cannot do justice to my profession as I am not allowed to love and heal at the same time. And I will choose to love,’ she said.

‘I appreciate it, Radhika. Make sure you take each step carefully. I trust you.’

She left Dr Lodwal’s office and texted Madhav.

‘Could you come to my place in the evening with flowers and pastries, like you did the last time?’

Madhav was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling fan and thinking about the previous night. He was fed up with his memory lapses. His phone beeped. Radhika’s message made him smile.