"I'm pregnant." Tears welled up in my eyes. Why is everything happening like this? What will I do? What will my family think? How will he react?
My mind was spinning. I'm just 18. How could this be happening?
"Khushi, don't worry. Talk to Sultan first. Everything will be alright. When is he coming?" she asked, trying to comfort me.
"Evening," I whispered.
"Alright. Stay calm. You’ll discuss it with him when he arrives," she said. I nodded.
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Evening:
I waited for him in the garden. Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind.
"I missed this scent," he said, inhaling deeply.
He turned me around and pressed his lips to mine, cupping my face in his hands. Tears flowed from my eyes, making the kiss taste salty.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
“I need to show you something,” I said nervously, squeezing his hands.
“What is it?” he asked, his tone curious.
I walked over to my bag, retrieving the pregnancy kit. My heart raced as I handed it to him, my hands shaking. He took it and looked at it, his expression darkening in a way I hadn’t expected.
His grip tightened on my shoulders. “Whose child is this?” he asked coldly.
“What are you saying? It’s your child!” I replied, confused.
His face twisted with anger. He gripped my neck tightly.
“Don’t lie to me, Khushi. I asked you, whose child is it? If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you,” he snarled, tightening his hold, making it hard to breathe.
I gave everything to him. I got pregnant with his child. But now, he’s so angry he wants to kill me... Why? Why?
“It’s your child!” I gasped as my vision blurred. My eyes closed, tears streaming down my face.
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Viraj’s POV:
“What am I doing?” I muttered, letting go of her neck. She collapsed, unconscious, in my arms.
“How can she be pregnant?”
I remembered the hospital visit—I had undergone sterilization. I can’t father children. So, how did she get pregnant?
I tapped her face gently. I carried her to our room and laid her on the bed.
I sprinkled water on her face, but she didn’t stir.
“Wake up.”
“You can’t die. Please, wake up.”
I pressed down on her chest, performing CPR.
“Even if you’re pregnant... even if it’s someone else’s child... even if you betrayed me...”
“Khushi, please wake up!”
Cough, cough.
Suddenly, she slapped me across the face—hard.
It was the first time anyone had ever slapped me.
“What do you think of yourself, huh? You know I gave my virginity to you! There’s only one man in my life, and that’s you!” she yelled, pointing a finger at me.
“After what you just did, I don’t want to stay here. You’re a bastard, a monster, a beast who tried to kill his own child!”
She tried to get out of bed.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Where?!” she gave me a twisted smile. “To hell!”
“Don’t go anywhere. Stay here.”
“Do you think I’ll share a bed with you now?” she spat.
“You stay here. I’ll go,” I said, backing away.
I walked out and went straight to the bar, pouring myself a drink. The events of the evening replayed in my mind.
I had planned to spend a beautiful night with her, but now...
I picked up the phone and called my doctor.
“Sultan, everything is fine with you. I’m certain she’s pregnant by someone else and is trying to pass off the child as yours. Maybe she’s just after your money,” the doctor said.
“Tomorrow, I’ll take her to the hospital. If the child isn’t mine, I won’t hesitate to abort it.”
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