Path of her Anguish

Chapter-29

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Maya's POV

"And you are wicked too.."

My smile fell flat again. He will start again with his harsh words.

He kept murmuring things and I started applying the pain balm and massaging his head to reduce the pain.

He was telling how hurt he was feeling when I was not there and more things, but I didn't react. I was hurt too but with whom will I share all that? Also It will not make any effect on him if I start telling everything, he will forget everything in the morning.

Moments later I sensed him asleep in my lap and moved his head to the pillow slowly. Adjusting him correctly but he didn't leave my hand so I layed beside him caressing his hair and cried silently remembering everything that happened.

Kissing his forehead I closed my eyes and layed down on his chest wiping my tears.

It's feels so peaceful in his arms.

I will correct everything soon. I will gain his love all over again, but this time there is no other intention with me only the pure love for him.

Maybe this will be tough, or might not worth it. I might not get the same love as before but... it's fine as long as he is with me.

I kept my hand on my mouth to prevent the loud sob escaping out. Nothing hurts more than seeing him despising me so much, hearing him addressing me as a whore.

It's not his fault. It's mine. I almost slept with a man losing my senses just because we had fought and I was angry. Now, how can I blame him for calling me such names? Even if it slits my heart.

I raised my head from his chest and cupped his cheek as my tears fell down one by one.

"I am so sorry." I uttered and layed back on him again wrapping my arm around his neck crying.

"Even if you won't accept me back... I won't go away. I won't."

My body shook as I sobbed letting out all my pain. He was fast asleep but I was afraid he might get up. Sitting up I freed my hand from his and covered him with blanket properly and went to my room to sleep but it had fled away from my eyes.

I got down the bed and sat on the floor dragging my bag and opened it taking out his photo. The ultrasound pictures of my baby also fell out of the bag making me smile painfully.

I don't even know if it was a boy or a girl.

I kissed the picture and kept it back safely. I don't have this privilege to carry a child again.

Why it should hurt now? It didn't when I aborted my babies. It didn't affect me then now what is the use in grieving? But the third time I was pregnant I really wanted that child. I was happy and eager to feel that motherhood blossoming inside me. That child had already made it's place deep inside me.

But... my sins consumed my all happiness, all the reasons to live.

My womb is empty now like my future, and I don't have anyone to pour out my pain, no one to console and say all will be fine.