What lies behind the door

chapter 2

Naina

It was still raining heavily outside with lightning striking at regular intervals.

Keeping Kiara on the bed beside me I stepped down attempting to put her dirty clothes in the casket when the door of the room opened.

The atmosphere of the once peaceful room changed now that I could feel the presence of my husband. His statement cologne along with a metalic sent filled my nostrils as a shiver ran down my spine realising what it actually was. Blood.

My eyes scanned his whole body, looking for any signs of injury but I found none, which could mean only one thing, he probably killed someone.

But that was not my concern, he entered the room coverd in blood knowing that his five months old child is inside, what if she was awake. The sight of blood could scare her.

The thick metalic smell of blood made me feel nauseous. Without sparing a glance at anything in the room he walked inside and into the bathroom shutting the door.

I checked on Kiara who looked sound asleep, pleacefully sleeping cozily in the bed. After spraying some cinnamon scented freshner in the room I walked up the cradle to arrange her toys properly.

The bathroom door opened as I saw him coming outside in his trackpants and a black vest. He walked up to the bed and sat beside Kiara staring at her for a moment before he opened his laptop.

Sighing I picked up the casket full of her dirty clothes and went inside the washroom.

The sight infront of me made me feel nauseous once again, his shirt full of blood layed in the laundry basket. It breaks my heart to even think that someday, Kiara will have to see her father covered in someone's blood when she grows up, and it makes me feel helpless because I know it's inevitable. My mother went through it when she was a child, I saw my father covered in blood from top to bottom not just once but countless times and I knew my daughter will have to go through the same thing.

Getting out of this marriage had no point. The only way out of this life was death and the fact that I could not opt for that option made me sick but I would never leave my child behind for these animals to feed on.

And about Kabir, it's... confusing. I don't know if he's happy to have a child or just like other men in business takes her as a bait for his profit, but I'd rather kill than to let my daughter be used like a rag doll by her father.

I don't want to fail as a mother, and cry like my mom does when she sees me. A cry of failure, from not being able to protect her daughter. I can't even blame her, she was not in any position to help me. Running away is the worst thing possible that could have been done. Considering it is a sin to betray the family and God forbid if caught, the punishment is beyond one's imagination.

And I would never push my daughter into this hell hole, I will give her the life she deserves. Walking out of the room I saw him emersed in his work when I heard a light cry. I went forward to pick her up as he watched carefully while I made her stop crying.

Patting her back gently I moved in the room to make her go back to sleep when there was a knock on the door.

There stood kisha looking slightly scared.
"Umm....Naina bhabhi, mom is calling you downstairs"

Goosebumps erupted on my body just as I heard her words. I looked at her face as she passed me a look full of pity and that conveyed the message. Everyone already hates me, it's nothing new but getting insulted and humiliated everyday is not what any sane person would like.

I looked back at my husband who still had his eyes on me. Sighing I walked up to him.

"Can you hold her? Your mother has sent for me."