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Chapter 29 (Meri Beti)

A month passed and Mahjabeen's due date approached, she was in extreme pain, her legs were swollen and it was hard to walk even a few steps. Her belly had now restricted her view of her foot, it seemed as if she was having twins but she wasn't. Her pregnancy was just more pronounced, Mahjabeen had wanted kids before but now she realised how hard it was be a mother. She wasn't even fully a mother yet but the little human had always reminded her of its presence by kicking. It was extremely active, and that tired her out.

"Ya Allah! Ye paida bhi nahi hua aur isne mujhe abhi se hairan kardiya hai", she complaint as she groaned, her back aching, "Isse halki toh meri Maths ki kitaabein thi, mai khudka wazan nahi utha pa rahi. Chalna mushkil kardiya hai isne".

She was frustrated, she wanted to go out but Murtasim was in the other room and she was extremely bored. She hissed as her legs trembled and she realised she had to visit the loo before the hall.

Her stomach clenched making her shriek, hysteria kicked in as she felt a damp sensation on her thigh. Her pants were wet, she had peed on the floor.

A sob escaped her throat, as she felt the shame, the ache in her heart, the helplessness. Her eyes let out tears as she cried, why?

This was the second time, and she felt the shame rise as she knew she couldn't clean it herself. Still she walked to the bathroom carried a bucket after cleaning herself and moped the floor. Disinfecting it, she switched the fan to high speed as she poured the floor cleaner, its smell triggering her nausea. She looked at the clean floor and held in her vomit, running to the washroom. As she vomitted to her guts content she couldn't help but say, "I feel disgusting".

Murtasim entered the room to find her drying her hair, she glanced at him and burst into tears. He ran to her and enveloped her in a tight hug, " Kya hua Maho?"

He asked softly as she cried and holding his arm. She was embarrassed, disgusted and tired. She had heard pregnant woman were supposed to be happy, then why was she not. She hated the feeling, the pain, the helplessness and the hormones were messing with her.

"Mai khush nahi hu", she confessed as she sobbed.

Murtasim sighed, " Haan I can see that, why are you so upset?"

She cried and Murtasim couldn't help but hold her to his chest her cries affecting him, "Ayee stop crying".

She didn't, her tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed.

" Mahjabeen", he said in a steely tone, giving her the eye. She looked at his eyes, as he gazed at her with authority. The same eyes that frightened her before, it didn't scare her but distracted her.

He took her hand and rubbed them, not breaking eye contact as he wiped away the tear. 

"You won't cry anymore, okay?" He asked firmly, she utter a weak yes.

He poured water for her in a glass, and forwarded it to her. Seeing the glass of water her shame came back as she glanced at the sparkling floor.

"No! I won't", she denied shaking her head, as the humiliation came back. Her lips pursed up as she controlled the tears, that were coming back her vision clouding with tears as she stared at the floor.

"Mahjabeen you have to drink water", he said as she brought the glass closer to her mouth.

"I can't... I can't Murtasim", she said as she pushed the glass gently, he placed it on the table and kneeled on the floor so he could be face to face with the baby bump. Mahjabeen was wearing a a white frock with floral print that ended just below her knees. Her hair was disheveled, her face red as her husband gave up.