Love Me

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Daksh silently sit on couches suddenly like realization hit him, he look at the watch and realized that Roshni has locked herself for too long to his liking.

"Shit.. I shouted at her.. In middle of hospital..." Daksh mumbled running to their room.

"Roshni, open this door! I will break this damn door open it!" Daksh shouted, banging hard against the wood.

He did it for nearly twenty minutes, but Roshni didn't respond not even for once. Now worry started creeping inside him.

"Baby, please… I'm sorry. I won't shout at you again, I promise. Please open this door, Roshni. Baacha, open this door, jaan," he pleaded, his voice softer now almost desperate.

"I won’t open this door. How can he yell at me like that? The place never matters to him he just yells anywhere. Even mom never scolded me in public. She always waited until we were alone in my room. But him… he just shouts, loud, without caring. And here I am again, blade in my hand. I thought I'd never touch it again, but maybe it’s a better option to vent anger on myself than fight with Daksh like some street cat."

"I don't want to fight. I don't even know why I'm this angry it wasn't such a big deal. I want Daksh to hug me… but I don't want to open this door. And now he's talking sweetly who knows when he'll get another mood swing?" She mumble to herself.

After battling her own thoughts, Roshni finally turned the door lock and opened the door. Daksh rushed in immediately and pulled her into a fierce embrace.

"You're okay, right?" he asked, cupping her face, his expression etched with concern. He turned her around as if to check her, then hugged her again, tighter this time.

"Don't close your door like this," he murmured against her hair. "We can fight, we can talk but don't shut me out. Otherwise, I swear, I'll break every damn door in this house."

Still holding her close, he guided her to the bed. "Come, sit," he said, making her sit down. He settled on the floor in front of her, resting his head on her knees.

That's when his eyes fell on the side table. His expression shifted, eyes widening in alarm before flicking back to her.

"Roshni… did you use the blade? I don’t think anything happened today that could've triggered you so badly. What pushed you this far?" His voice was raw, heavy with hurt.

"I didn't use it," Roshni whispered, running her fingers through his hair.

"Really?" he pressed, searching her face. She nodded quickly.

Still not convinced, he grabbed her wrist to check. Then his hand drifted lower, towards the strings of her pajama, but she caught his hand, shaking her head.

"Did you?" he asked again, his voice trembling.

"L… little," she admitted, her voice uncertain.

Daksh closed his eyes, taking a long breath. "Roshni, I've been thinking about this a lot. And I've finally reached a conclusion."

He paused, then spoke the words that hurt his chest. "Let's abort this child."

Her eyes widened, but he continued, each word breaking himself a little more.

"You don't want this baby, right? We can have children in the future. You were right you never wanted this now. It feels like I'm forcing you into something you're not ready for. Let's end it before it's too late." He tried to smile, but it didn't reach his eyes instead his eyes were betraying the pain by being red.

"You were right it's not me who has to give birth." His voice cracked, his eyes started filling with tears as he fought to hold himself together.

Roshni only stared, her heart twisting. He looked like he might shatter if she said a single word. Silently, she ran her fingers through his hair again, letting him rest his head on her lap.