HIS LOST BELOVED (Book 1 Of Trilogy)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN :- A birthday date

Do not ignore the song girls!!!!💕💕

Neitra

"You fucking son of the bitch! It's such a good thing that your bitch mother left you starving on the road. It would have been so good if you just die -"

My fist stung with the pain of colliding to his jaw.

It's not like i haven't had hit people before. But it was the very first time I did it to defend someone.

Defend Abhay.

My hands shake from the new found anger that for some reason isn't under my control anymore.

I watch Rohan looking at me aghast, his lips busted from my wedding ring. He tries to launch himself towards me with same fervor but I'm suddenly shielded by Abhay.

"Don't you dare come near my wife", he says coming in front of me.

Only if he knew how capable I was of protecting myself. I would not have to blink twice and he could be on the floor.

"Drag him away", he orders the police . And they comply.

Abhay is called to the police station for further procedure and Rishi accompanies him.

"Pyar andha to suna tha, par aapka pyar goonga aur khatarnak bhi hai", I hear Rishi speak in a whisper.

I close my eyes in frustration and count one to ten. Not wanting my temper to get the best of me.

The decoration lights are diming and so is my patience with everyone. It's just me and Rohan's mom left in the huge gazebo. She is constantly staring at the jeep that drove her son away.

I begin walking back to the house until I hear her speak.

"How dare you raise a hand on my son?" Her tone so venomous trying to threaten me.

"Do you need me to show it to you once again?" The words she spat on my family were too harsh to handle. It costed Papa his respect, Mumma her scratched wound and my husband a reminiscence of his past.

"Pata nhi Abhay ko tum me kya dikha Jo tumhe bahu bana kar le aya", she speaks, her eyes bloodshot and red and makeup savaged.

A hand print visible clear on her cheek where Mumma hit her.

"Vahi Jo agar aapke pati aapme dekhte to shyd chorkar kr na jaate", I smirk at her and give a proud look. "Whatever place I stand today at its all because of my hardwork. Not like your son though, who cheated the hand that supported him when his own father kicked him out."

She keeps on glaring at me hard.

I pay her no heed and walk away.

The house has a pin drop silence and it's nearly eight in the night. The party got over two hours ago and Abhay isn't back yet.

I get down the stairs in search of him. The entire light in the gazebo is shut down. But I find him sitting on the iron bench under a dim light. His face partially visible that is looking at his uncut birthday cake.

His coat lying on the grasses and his hair is messed up.

We sit there beside each other in a serene silence.

"She left me", his voice is too painful to handle.

For a moment I don't understand what he is talking about but then I realise he is talking about his birth mother.

"She left me when I was just a four year old kid. She abandoned me. Left me on the footpath with torn clothes and no food, just a letter saying that she no longer could take care of me and requesting people to take care of me. To those who find me ", his voice cracks and I feel my hair rising on my body.

I feel a sudden rush of anger and resentment towards his mother. And I couldn't do anything but grit my teeth.

I felt so helpless.

His face is still partially visible and to be honest it's easier this way. I wish I could do something to coax him. To ease his pain. But I couldn't move an inch. I just sat there listening him.

Like a damn robot.

Why is it so hard?

"Mumma and Papa found me shivering under a heavy rainfall, they brought me home. She made me wear soft fluffy pink bathrobe", he laughs bitter sweetly as he reminisces his past.

I wish I could inch even my little finger towards comforting him but something didn't let anything move in me. The power was so powerful that making him feel better through a touch was out of the option.

"She kept me close to her. It was so hard to trust them. But when Papa couldn't let me go away from them to an orphanage I knew I had gotten a family."

He sniffs.

Is he crying?

I don't want him to.

Please don't cry Abhay.

My heart can't take it.

"You're at a better place now", I whisper.

But suddenly I feel a weight on my lap. His head is there, his face buried between my thighs and maybe his tears wetting my saree.

But that is the least of my concerns now.

I want him to stop crying.

I feel him controlling his tears but I feel them falling.

And this time my hand moves involuntary towards his head and it starts caressing.

I never felt a heartbeat but now I'm feeling a heart break.

Watching him too broken. His always cheery smile fading into a hurt one. I want him to tease me again, to laugh at me. To share every emotion in human range but not his silent cries.

"It's okay", my hands run through his silky dark hair and I bend a little to cover his shoulders in a warm hug. Like cuddling a huge baby.

Noone deserves to cry on a birthday.

"Stop now, i cant watch you this way", I feel him taking a long deep breath. He has stopped crying now.

"I hate her Neitra."

I hate your mother too.

I comforted him and it feels strange.
But it is satisfying too.

He raises his head and shies away from me. Straightening himself he clears his throat trying to gain back his persona.

Only if I could tell him that it was completely fine to break down.

"That was a huge birthday gift", he laughs. It's because I held him while he cried.

"Don't expect too much. It's a just a birthday advantage because I screwed up your birthday present", I try to ease him out of his awkwardness.

"It doesn't suffice. I want more", I look at him confused. "There are still few hours left for my birthday."

"So?"

"I want to spend those hours with you. Can you give me your time as a birthday gift?"

I felt my tongue tied. Time as a gift was little to ask. But people like me definitely know what little time spent with the favourite one could heal.

I nodded immediately. To his birthday date.

I won't let anybody beg for my time because once upon a time I was the one starving for it my whole life.

Hey I know that I was going to write a long chapter but that part needs too much editing and it's too close to my heart to people please hold your breath till next update which would fulfill all your old school romance fantasies. ❤️❤️❤️❤️