𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+ (Series #01)

13

CHAPTER 13 :
❀ DIVORCE ❀
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M I R A Y A ' S       P O V

"I want to abort the baby."

And I felt his fingers freezed in my hair.

I bit my lower lips harshly, to stop myself from making any sound, until the metallic taste of blood entered my mouth.

I know I can never think of killing my little one for my own selfishness. Never. Even if it's for my career.

Even if my family never wanted me as their child, I'll be a parent to my kid, I've never got. Even if I was in love with a man, who never cared for me, cheated me for six years, I'll make sure to find a better man for my baby.

Nonetheless, I cannot use Mr. Singhania, just for providing a good father figure to the little one.

He might've married me due to the situation and I too did not back off from the decision we made that night.

Why would I even back off?

He gave me hope. A hope to have a better and stable future.

And in my whole existence of life, he was the only person who valued my presence and treated me with all his respect.

He is too nice to me.

A perfect husband. A perfect father. An ideal man for any lady.

I need to let go of him. Despite the fact that I have been experiencing this sensation in my tummy.

I can't be selfish.

A lie. Only it can save me.

I'll lie to him. I'll run away from him, to live with the little one, forever my life.

He doesn't have to bear me and my child anymore. His acceptance is something I'm willing to remember all my life, as in spite of loving a woman for all these years, he accepted us.

"Ra-Rag-Raghav." The words felt too difficult to spell as I controlled my tears and voice. The burning throat is making it more hard for me.

I felt him slowly pulling me away from his embrace, as I clutched into his shirt tightly.

Is he leaving me too?

Is he leaving me because I asked for abortion of the baby?

Will he give up on me too, like everyone else did to me?

I closed my eyes welcoming the darkness, my soul unable to meet the gaze of the man. Feeling the two strong arms holding me tightly, I bit on my lips slowly, still keeping my eyes shut, and felt like he pulled me a bit upwards and my head rested on something strong.

Opening my eyes slowly, still holding onto him, I met his brown eyes, now shining in the light from the closet room. They held pain in them just like mine.

I wanted to know his answer to my decision.

Suddenly, he tightened his right hand across my right shoulder bringing me closer towards his face. His left hand loosened the grip across my body, and his eyes never left mine.

"Water." He whispered.

My lips trembled slowly, tears brimming in my eyes, ready to fall any moment as I shook my head negatively.

"Please. For the baby."

And that was the moment, the tears fell from my eyes, blurring my vision.

I felt his one thumb across my cheeks, slowly wiping out the fresh tears. He brought a glass of water near my lips, his eyes pleading with me to agree to his gesture. As I was unable to resist it, I drank the water slowly, welcoming the coldness and replacing the burning throat.