Mafia's First Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

Vinaya Patel

One thing I liked about Archana didi is that she is a Mumbai local and yet for me, she tries to talk to me in Hindi as I don't understand Marathi. She breaks a lot of sentences and speaks however she can.

I haven't told her but I like her.

"Mrs. Patel, sir is calling you in his study," another staff member said. I nodded.

Archana quickly finished my right leg too, left she already finished massaging while we were talking.

I combed my hair a bit and walked into Jayesh's study room. After knocking I entered. It was rare that I had to visit him here. He always asks for updates on baby growth.

At Least if not physically present, at least he asks. I sat on the couch in his room. He too sat in front of me like a king and looked at me as if I were prey.

"Tell what happened today," he said straight to the point.

I told him the progress of our child and the doctor's words. He nodded and made points to change my diet according to the child.

After I was done, he didn't tell me to leave so I sat there looking at him timidly and scared.

"I asked you everything, what happened after you finished your appointment?" I gulped. Bastard bodyguards. Updating shit to him but not helping me.

"After I was done, I went to the parking lot as usual but there was a sudden noise and I dropped my files. I looked around for anyone, including your bodyguards. But i couldn't find them so i asked a ten year old boy to help me"

Thud, he slammed his fist on the armrest.

"I didn't say anything when I knew your ultrasound doctor was a male. I know it all. I told you in the beginning of our marriage, you shouldn't be or make acquaintances with men."

I was astonished by his stupid accusation. A boy who is still school-going. I think if he knows of this, he knows about all those times as well his men's passed sexist comments and flirted with me.

"I didn't make acquaintances with that boy. I only asked him for my file and then came home" I said, gritting my teeth.

"don't use that tone with me," he said in a hard tone. My throat filled and tears filled my eyes.

"What's changed Jayesh Ji? You wanted an heir from me, I'm giving you. Why did you change-" I was interrupted by him when I was speaking to him in a broken voice.

"I was like this only. You were the one thinking I was having a soft spot for you. Let me break this to you. I care about myself and my business. I have no family and I don't give a fuck about anyone.

I married you so I could have a legal child. I could easily and countlessly have illegitimate children, but for sake of my reputation in society, I married and fucked with you for a child.

All those times I only had one thing in my mind. To get you pregnant. You are bored in bed Vinaya. You know nothing. That gives me satisfaction in only one thing. That only my children will come out of you.

How I was missing the time I could call my girls and could do many things with them which could never be with you" he finally concluded.

"Then what about those times your men spoke badly to me and commented dirty things on me?" I cried and asked with a broken voice. I couldn't control myself anymore.

This man broke me again and again.

"You were smart enough to ignore them. You never talked to them. But this is what you initiated with him" he said coldly.

"This isn't fair-" I couldn't complete my rant when I felt a slap on my cheek.

"Shut the fuck up woman. I don't have free time to handle your fcuking mood swings. Get out of my face"

After slapping he held my wrist tightly, twisting it, and pushed me out of his room.

I walked to my room and cried my heart out. I thought everything was going to get better but no.

Pieces finally came together and I saw the final picture. My dad sold me to a selfish man to create an heir for him.

I wasn't loved, again.

I spoke too fast. I shouldn't have said that he was hurting me only in bed. And that I was relieved about it.

Jayesh has hurt me physically many more times after that day. I was afraid to even look into a male ever since.

He would get mad at literally anything I do and hurt me. Either it's a slap or twisting my hands.

Due to pregnancy, he stopped but I was afraid, once this baby was out of me, he would hurt me more, and what if the baby is hurt too.

And pray to God that it's not a girl, because, in the end, I don't want her to repeat in this chain that my mother faced, then me, and not her.

I wanted a son just so no one could hurt him the way I was hurt. I would teach that little child all morals with or without his father's knowledge just so he knows what's right and wrong.

During this one year of marriage, I learned that my in-laws are dead and it's just my husband living on his own since teenage.

It's not his fault that he got into the underground world and got into this shit. The poor boy's soul didn't have the right guidance. All Jayesh saw growing in his transformation years was violence.

But nothing can be reversed, so I want my child to grow strong and use his strength correctly. Whether emotionally or physically.

Another day passed and my due date was closed. For a few hours, though I had constant light contractions and light dizziness, I told Archana Tai to keep everything on standby as I could anytime be going into labor.

I took my evening walk and returned inside when I felt strong contractions happening again.

Sweat dripped down my forehead immediately. I threw my slipper across the living area to gain anyone's attention. Lucky for me, a bunch of guards immediately came to inspect the flying object.

"Inform Jayesh that I'm going to hospital" they did so and one of them called out to my helpers.

I was taken to hospital and by then my contractions began paining severely. I shouted holding my stomach that was about to pop a baby.

I was taken into the labor room on a stretcher.

But in time of need, no one came with me.

I went alone into the labor room and with the help of doctors and nurses, I pushed out my baby.

I didn't expect anyone to come into the labor room with me, but I still had hope at least the mother figure helper would come. She was all words but no action I realized.

I was exhausted more than anything in the world while a tiny human rested on my chest.

"Mulga jhalai" (its a son)

I smiled, thanking the gods to listen to my request and uncontrolled tears rolled down my cheek. The nurses were amused by my reaction but kept their opinions to themselves.