Devil's Damsel

🌼A mother's fears🌼

Ridhima's POV

I was talking with one of my friend in phone. It was Viraj. My school mate. He was suddenly giddy that I didn't invited  him and he missed seeing me in my bridal attire. So I even sent pictures of my wedding to him.

He said I was looking lovely and had kidnapped me if Vansh was not there.

I sent a smiley and a heart to him saying I missed his jokes and him too.
He replied he missed me too. I was really missing them. If only they knew with whom I was married.......?

Suddenly someone snatched my phone. It was Vansh. He checked all the messages. Then looked at me with a glint of anger,'Who is this?'

'My school mate,'i replied casually.
He said,'I don't think it's time for you to chat with a friend at night. It's time for people to sleep. Chatting with a friend specially male one is not good thing at night,'he said.

I looked scared now. He really had trust issues.

He kept my phone under his pillow and said,'Come sleep.'
I silently sneaked up beside. He gave a smile and wrapped his hands around my waist.

I was now feeling so suffocated. He took my phone and didn't gave it back. Now I was sure he won't give it back or flush it in the toilet destroying every bit of it. He was a control freak and I was a robot of him.

'You know Ridhima,I really love your smell,'he said nuzzling in my neck.
I silently closed my eyes. Pretending to sleep.
He planted a kiss on my neck and slept away hugging me.

For the past one month I didn't got my periods........

There was just something running in my mind. But I didn't wanted that thought to be true. I imagined a random problem going in my body. But little part of me told it was what I feared. Instead of going to the doctor,I will myself check it. If it was true then I would not tell Vansh.

When it was evening,I set out for marker. Then I brought a pregnancy test kit from the medicine store. Chanting  god's name I went to the bathroom.

It was a '+'.

My breathing stopped for a minute. I quickly flashed out the kit and started packing my bags.

I wanted a baby. I always wanted a baby. But I never wanted that my baby lived here in the cage. Vansh always dreamt of a cute baby and he would often tell me that. He had even stored toys, clothes, medicines everything necessary for a baby. But I didn't want that. I wanted a normal life. I knew he could give anything we wish for....but his rough behaviour is untamed unchanged. He would choke my child just like he was choking me. How could I let my baby grow in such an environment? What if he abused my baby as he doing to me? Ultimately, my child would grow up to catch his habits........

I scribbled everything down on a paper,"VANSH, THANKS FOR EVERYTHING YOU GAVE ME. YOUR LOVE,YOUR PAIN YOUR PLEASURE...I AM GRATEFUL FOR EVERYTHING. FROM CHILDHOOD I CONSIDERED YOU AS MY SAVIOUR AND NEVER IMAGINED GETTING MARRIED TO YOU. I WAS JUST AN ORDINARY GIRL WITH SIMPLE DREAMS. YOU HAD EVERYTHING STILL YOU HAD CHOOSEN ME. YOU SAVED ME. YOU RAPED ME. YOU ARE PLAYING BOTH THE ROLES IN MY LIFE. EVEN THOUGH YOU GAVE ME SO MUCH PAIN I STILL WANT TO SAY...I LOVE YOU. DON'T COME OUT SEARCHING FOR ME. I WILL BE HAPPIER LIVING ALONE ON MY OWN."

I kept the paper there and a took my bag. I checked all my certificates and took off the vermillion. And then the nupital chain .

Then I set out for unknown journey.

A journey with no destination. I didn't wanted to return to my parents because they were the one who handed me down to that beast without even asking my consent and I like a doll was forced to save their so called honour at the cost of my freedom, smile and peace. And I was sure if I returned to them, they would tell me like they did before when I told mom once how Vansh behaved with me and forced me every single night since we got married, "Girl....... You are lucky that your husband is coming to you at night and not running to a prostitution house."
If I go there and refuse to return to Vansh, they would themselves call him and then Vansh would torture me severely for running away from him.

For the initial days, I stayed in a school friend's house. Even there I had to span a lie about how happily I was living with my husband. I couldn't trust anyone now. If she heard it then she would definitely call Vansh out of fear thinking if he knew I was in her house then she was equally responsible about it. Nobody ever messed with Vansh earlier. Messing with him was not a mistake, it was a heinous crime.

From her house I secretly tried for different jobs. I applied to everywhere but for some few criterias I was getting rejected. It was luck God was punishing me for some crime I never committed or karma of my previous life. Whatever it was I badly needed a job. I couldn't stick to my friend's house for a long time. It would create suspicions and irritation in her mind and she would ultimately call up Vansh. I needed a safe, stable job to secure my baby's life. I wasn't worried about myself. There wasn't a piece of me without a wound.........

But then luck simmered.
I got a job as a nanny in a house whose landlady was too kind.
I hoped he would not find me. It was already months and I had a guy feeling he was searching for me frantically. Often at the climax points of my pregnancy, I would dream of Vansh where he would tie me to a electrocuted chair and punish me. Often I would hear him saying, "Ridhima........ Mine. Just mine. "
And his torture would lead to my abortion. I would woke up crying and then check my belly if my baby was okay or not.

"No worry sweety, mommy will not let anyone touch you even, " I said caressing my three months womb.