Out Of Wreckage?

Chapter Eighteen

It's been two month since I moved into this cage.

Cage! Yes, it seemed like one.
My life here was not a smooth patch for me to walk on it.
Everyday was a routine to insults, beatings and assaults.
The only time when I could tend to my wounds were when my dear husband was out for work.
Sundays and public holidays proved to be the worst day for me.

I had given up on trying but there were two good things that had happened recently which brought some change in his behaviour as well.

First one was that I finally was able to talk to my father.

Aslam couldn't hold on his requests any longer as he didn't want any unexpected visitors let alone my Abba.

It pained me to think how hard he was fighting for his life each day and I didn't wish to add to his woes so I didn't correct his misconceptions.

Rumana updated me how frantic he was when he couldn't get a news of me. I lied to them about my state here. I told them I was happy but it wasn't a total lie which reminded me of the second good thing that happened this month.

A beautiful baby was living in my womb.

It happened last week when I was ill and was vomiting continuously. Only then I realized that I had missed my course.

I told Aslam to call for a doctor and he did call.
A lady doctor.
Not that I mind, I was rather comfortable around a woman who understood my condition and helped me.

She was positive that I was pregnant and when she told Aslam, his happiness had no bounds.
I had never seen him happy before. His face had a huge grin.

I was scared but I considered this baby as a blessing from my almighty.
Only after this, I was able to speak to my family in Hyderabad.
They were very thrilled to receive this news.

So was I. Even though it wasn't a planned one but still, a new life was growing inside me. I just know how much I already love this baby. It's a part of me.
I would trace my hand on my belly to actually feel the movements but it's too early to actually feel it.
I can't wait to hold him or her in my arms.

It's just frightening me to think about a healthy baby growing in this household.
No matter what, I'll protect my child. I'll bear anything but won't let it affect him or her.
This is one promise I intend to keep.

I smiled to the thought as I stirred the pot of soup.

"Madam, why are you here? I could have brought it for you." Nida said as she rushed to my side.

Nida was hired by Aslam to help me with the chores. She's the daughter of our security guard, Naseer.

"It's nothing, Nida. I'm fine." I said.

"Madam, Atleast let me pour it for you." She told me.

I smiled. "Sure."

She happily obliged.

"Are you studying for your semester?" I asked her.

She blinked when she poured the soup, "I do when I go back to the quarter."

"You can study here if you like. Half of the time, I don't need any assistance and even if I do, I'll call you." I uttered.

"Thank you, Madam." She beamed at me.

I squeezed her hand, "I should thank you, I feel better when you're here otherwise I can't talk to anyone here."

She nodded with a polite smile.

That was true. Aslam and I didn't talk to each other unless it was necessary and it made me overthink alot.

About everything!
My father, my husband, my family and my baby. Stressing myself at this stage was not good for my health.