"Do you think I am faking it as a publicity stunt?" I asked Asim worriedly. Tears stayed on my cheeks as I hugged my knees.

I was humiliated in the whole world, no one believed that I was harassed, they called it a publicity stunt.

No one believed in me.

"What? No. I have faith in you, Aalifa." Asim reassured, sitting on the farthest corner.

Since then, I had felt discomfort with physical contact which he understood and respected. My Asim never touched me without my consent. We never went farther than holding and kissing hands.

"Thank you so much, Asim. If it wasn't for you, I had no idea...