Its War Baby!!!!

Chapter Thirty Two

Caution: this part is in mixed language of Hindi , English And Punjabi for better feel.

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Husband : so this was the thing you were hiding from me haan ? Whose baby is this ?
(said while giving a tight slap on her face)

Hearing this wife is shocked as hell seeing that how low he went .

Wife : excuse me! This is mine and yours baby. And dare you slap me again i will not leave you because for me my baby is more important whether you want it or not .

By her this line husband's ego got hurt .

Husband : ohh don't you think you speak too much . More than required . And what you said you will not leave me ? Let me show you who will not leave whom .

Husband hold wife from her hairs and started pulling her roughly while she was trying to hit him back with the same force but couldn't as she was totally captured by him .

There was was a rush and a state of shock ran into Wife's body when she felt a strong kick on her abdomen .

She felt down with a shiver of fear into her body of loosing her baby with the second strong kick of her husband .

Wife shouted in pain holding her stomach ,"Ahhhhhhhhhh" ,"huhhhhh please leave me let my baby be alive pleaseee".

But here husband was not showing a bit mercy on her and was continuously kicking her stomach and hearing her screamings , her mother - in-law came in .

Mother-in-law came in and saw the show going on . She was happy being her treated like this because she knew that Wife is pregnant and mother-in-law doesn't want a her heir from her because according to her Wife is an unlucky for their house as when Husband and Wife were married then only FIL was dead at the spot when husband tied nuptial chain around Wife.

Where as here right now Wife was continuously calling MIL to save her from her monster son .

MIL : are baccha ese thodi marte hain isse kudi nu . Enne te jhuttiyaan peet peet te maran chahiye diye .

Wife (crying) : but mummy ji what us my fault ? Meri galti kya hai joh aao apne bete ko rokne ke badle usse bol rahi hain ki woh sahi kar raha hai . Chiiiiiiii ... Ahhha .... Shaa...sharam aani chahiye aapko , aapka pota/poti ki jaan ko khatra hai aur aa..aap ho ki ...

MIL : huh pota/poti ? Huh ooooo mainu nahi chahida hai koi bhi pota ya poti teri kok(womb) . Aapni uss behen ki tarah tere pau bhi manoos hain iss ghar ke liye .. Aur yeh...yeh baacha ... Yeh baacha toh tujhe girana hi hoga ....

Wife ( crying yet shouted) : Bas enough ! Bohot bol liye aapne aur bohot sun liye maine abhi tak aapne mujhe maarti rahi , mera yeh nikama pati mujhe maarta raha, janwaroo ki tarah mai kuch nahi boli , aapni mujhe meri sabhse achi behen ko mujhse cheen liye.... Mai phir bhi kuch nahi boli ...aaahaa.. lekin bas agar aapni mere baache ke saath kuch bhi kiya...(she hissed due to sivere pain in stomach) ya usse kuch bola toh mai bhool ..ahhaaa(holding her stomach).....ahhaaaa .. Toh mai bhool jaungi ki aap mujhse umar me badi hain ....aahhhaa...