Dear readers if you have forget this story, I am requesting you to read it again.

𝙰𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴
Today, I am an old lady but still the life I had lead, the experience, all the memories I have now if I narrate it turned to be a novel though. Well, I remembered when the first time I met with my third patient who was suffering from DID. His name is Jitesh Rawat. Back then he was a 28 years old sweet guy, more charming than his two brothers. He has a simple, innocent face, with a bright innocent smile. No one can imagine this innocent face can turned into the cruel one at night.It seemed that he can't harm any living beings. He was sitting quietly on his desk, looking at me with his curious bright eyes. He wore spectacle. But through that spectacle I could see his beautiful eyes. Those eyes are little shy. I cleared my throat and begun, " Well, nice to meet you young man.... so first of all tell me something about yourself. Like what's your favourite food or you do any job, about your career." "I.. I " He stammered a bit.
" Feel free Mr Jitesh.. there is nothing to afraid of. " I assured.He took a long breathe and slowly slowly he introduced himself....