Book 1 of Sinful Series
Aayan Kapoor- 28.Ceo of Kapoor Industries.
''He knew loving her was a sin but he himself was a devil"
Used to be sunshine boy but something drastic happened which made him ruthless and arrogant.He not only rules the business...
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I walked out of his study, my heart feeling unbearably constricted. I was trying my best to hold back the tears, but it was futile. I had lost everything. I looked back at our home one last time before sitting in the car and starting to drive.
I... I can't breathe. Why did he do this? Why didn't he think before speaking? Was our love really so fragile? With each passing moment, it was becoming harder to breathe.
I glanced at the rearview mirror and saw my reflection. This was the first time I had ever cried like this, and I wanted to stop, but... I couldn't.
"Shivji, was our love really so weak?" I asked God, as if He could hear me. Once again, I was all alone. It felt as though my entire world had been ripped away from me by the very person I loved. He had taken everything, even my right to be with him. I wanted to die because death seemed like the only escape from this unbearable pain.
(God, was our love really so weak?)
It hurts so much.
I drove aimlessly, my hand instinctively resting on my belly, trying to comfort our baby. But the thought of "our baby" only made the hollow feeling inside me grow. I... I can't live without him. Why couldn't he try to trust me? I thought as I pressed harder on the gas. I didn't know where I was going, but what did it matter? He didn't want me anymore, so what was the point of staying? He hadn't just thrown me out of his life; he had cast me out of his heart as well.
A faint flutter stirred in my stomach, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I clutched my belly, trying to calm myself, but the more I cried, the more suffocated I felt. My throat tightened, and I reached for my inhaler, but it wasn't there. I pressed down on the accelerator, trying to reach the nearest hospital.
"Baby, don't be scared. Mumma's okay, and she will always be there with you. Your dadda loves you so much. He's just angry with mumma right now," I whispered in a broken voice to our baby.
I wanted to go back to him, to hug him so tightly that the distance between us disappeared. But I couldn't.
I couldn't force him to love me, to stay with me, because that would mean I was begging. I didn't mind falling to my knees for him, but love cannot be begged for. And if I begged and he took me back, it wouldn't be because he wanted me-it would be because I begged. And I didn't want that.
The ache in my heart only grew. And before I knew it, a truck appeared in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, but the car wouldn't slow down. Before I could react, the truck collided with the car. Everything spun around me as I instinctively held my belly, praying my baby would be safe.
"Aaaaa!" I screamed, clutching my stomach tightly. Everything blurred, and I could hear faint voices around me, but I couldn't see anything clearly. The pain in my belly intensified.
