Aayna's POV
The white walls of the hospital stung my eyes.
Everything smelled like antiseptic and death.
I sat in the corner of the private waiting room, hands clenched in my lap, nails dug into my palms, trying not to shake. My body was numb from crying. My throat was raw.
They’d all looked at me like I was a murderer.
As if I had wanted Aarzoo dead.
As if I had poisoned her.
But I was still breathing.
She wasn’t.
And the baby… the baby she died giving birth to… he was in NICU. Hooked to wires and machines that beeped like ticking time bombs.
I stared at the floor, dizzy from it all, until I heard heavy footsteps.
I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.
His voice was cold. Sharp. Too calm.
“Get up.”
I didn’t move.
"Aayna," Rudra said, this time quieter, but more dangerous. “Doctor has been instructed. You’ll be given lactation pills. You’ll nurse the baby. Starting today take the pills.”
My heart dropped to my stomach.
I looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Sir... please… I can’t. He’s not my child”
His shoe slammed into the chair beside me. I flinched like a beaten dog.
“Don’t you dare say that,” he hissed. “He’s your responsibility now. That baby has no mother because of you”
“I didn’t” My voice cracked. “I didn’t kill her…”
“I don’t care what you think. You’ll take the pills. You’ll pump. You’ll feed him when he gets out of NICU.”
Tears spilled out, silent, hot, endless.
“I’ll throw you in jail if you refuse,” he added with a dark smile, stepping closer until his shadow swallowed me. “And trust me, in there? You’ll wish I was the one punishing you.”
I nodded.
Numbly.
Defeated.
“Yes… sir.”
His fingers tilted my chin up roughly. “Good girl.”
Then he walked away.
And I sat there.
Broken.
Confused.
Trapped.
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