Rudra’s POV
I stopped in my tracks.
The soft cries of the child echoed faintly down the hallway — fragile, desperate, like it knew it had come into a broken world. My chest tightened.
The door to her room was slightly ajar. Just enough.
I shouldn't have looked.
But I did.
Aayna sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over, holding the infant close to her chest, her eyes swollen, lips trembling. Her hospital gown had slipped a little, baring the curve of her shoulder as she guided the baby to feed.
She flinched. A hiss of pain escaped her mouth.
Then — she broke.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she whispered in a voice meant for no one to hear.
“It hurts… my nipples are so sore... I can't even breathe properly. Why won't you stop crying...?”
Her body shook as she tried to soothe the baby, one hand wiping her tears, the other adjusting the cloth awkwardly.
I stood there. Frozen.
The weight of what I’d done slammed into me like a blade.
She was just a girl.
And now she was a mother.
Because of me.
My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms. The guilt I had buried under anger and denial finally clawed its way up. I wanted to step in, say something, anything — but what could I say?
Sorry?
That word was too small for the hell I had dragged her into.
“I didn’t ask for this life,” she whispered brokenly, unaware I was watching.“I hate you… I hate you for making me go through this…”
Her voice cracked with pain, but it was the bitterness that tore me open.
I stepped back before she could see me. Back into the shadows.
Because I knew if I walked in right then, I’d break. And monsters don’t deserve to break.
They just watch from the dark.
And regret.
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