Always Yours

are you father of her child?

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The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air as Mahak stood frozen at the entrance of the hospital ward. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms, but she barely felt the sting. 

All she could focus on was the scene in front of her—Rudra, standing beside a hospital bed, his broad shoulders tense, his eyes locked onto the woman resting against the pillows. 

A woman who was pregnant.

A woman who wasn’t her.

Harsh was silent beside her, his posture rigid with the same tension she felt coiling inside her chest like a snake ready to strike. 

Then, just as Mahak took a step forward, the doctor turned to Rudra with a cautious expression. 

“Mr. Rudra,” the doctor said, flipping through a chart. “Before we proceed with further tests, I need confirmation for the records. Are you the father of this child?” 

Silence. 

A heartbeat passed. 

Then another. 

And then— 

Yes.

The single word shattered through Mahak like glass, cutting deep into places she didn’t even know could bleed. 

For a moment, the world blurred. The walls of the hospital seemed to tilt, the beeping monitors in the background turning into a distant, meaningless hum. 

She must have misheard. She had to have misheard.

But Rudra’s face was devoid of hesitation. He had said it with such conviction.

Yes. 

The word rang in her ears, over and over, like a cruel echo. 

Harsh inhaled sharply beside her, his fists clenching. "What the hell, Rudra?" 

Mahak barely heard him. Her gaze was locked onto Rudra, searching—desperate for something, anything—that would make this make sense. 

A lie. A mistake. Some kind of twisted misunderstanding. 

But Rudra didn’t correct himself. 

He didn’t deny it. 

"You're the father?" Mahak’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight behind it was enough to make Rudra finally look at her. 

His face paled. 

"Mahak—" 

"You’re the father?" she repeated, stepping forward, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. 

"I—" 

"You said yes" Her voice trembled, but her rage was burning hotter than her pain now. "You didn’t even hesitate. You—" She let out a hollow laugh, shaking her head. ". I married you. I gave up everything for you.And this… this is what I get?" 

Rudra took a step closer, but she jerked back. 

"Mahak, let me explain—" 

"Explain what?" she snapped. "That you’ve been sneaking around behind my back? That this whole time, when I was—when I was trying to trust you, trying to believe in you, you were hiding this?" 

"It’s not what you think," Rudra said, his voice tight, controlled. 

Mahak let out a humorless laugh. "Not what I think? Oh, so you didn’t just tell the doctor that you’re the father of her child?"