Her And Him (Completed)

BABY BUMP

It was with sheer confusion that I turned to Vidyut.

What the hell was she doing standing in the middle of our parking lot?

Did she want to die?

But one look into his eyes told me that she solicited more than just my idle curiosity.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

He stared intensely at the beautiful lady in front of us , and I felt something that in no fucking way would I have felt two days ago.

Jealousy.

He stopped the car across the parking lot. I watched as suddenly her face broke into a twisted mask of helplessness.

Of all the people in this big world, I couldn't ignore that look. I got out of the car and ran to her, planning to help her sit down till the intense discomfort passed.

I was totally unprepared for the absolute loathing that I spotted in her eyes and body language.

Directed at me.

Why?

Regardless, I attempted to help her out, and she swatted away my hands as if I was a particularly disgusting insect specie.

Finally Mr Rathore decided to make an appearance beside me, and I threw a confused look at him.

He wasn't even looking at me though. His eyes were only for the lady that stood in front of us.

More precisely, At her belly.

'Chantelle?'

His husky whisper of those two syllables Spoke volumes of the history behind the two. Suddenly I felt like an unwelcome intrusion.

What did I expect from someone such as him? A normal, sweet girl who wore pajamas to the movies? (Read: me)

This woman before me looked like she wore Gucci to go to the supermarket. Hell, I don't think she's ever been to a supermarket. She probably went grocery shopping in Italy.

My brain woke up from the self induced rant, as she finally opened her painted lips.

'Vid' she uttered, pulling her red lips into a pout so big I thought her lips would lose their balance and fall over. Definitely French. The sexy accent matched this gorgeous woman.

The way she said that cute little pet name was 'veed'.

Gosh, I'd need some to survive through how dramatic she was trying to be.

If I was even a little drunk I would have giggled for hours at my pathetically humorous brain.

But no matter what, this hugely pregnant woman stood before us, in a body hugging dress and giant heels, looking almost like the baby bump was more of a fashion accessory to her.

And here stood my husband looking like the world was about to come crashing.

And suddenly it clicked.

Vidyut was about to become a father.

And sure as hell not through me.

"I know you told me about how you wanted to stay true to this little brat over me, and how you didn't plan on seeing me ever again, but I thought you should know about the reality." She spoke.

I stood , mute to the shade she threw my way.

He had clearly still not found his voice.

"I found out about our pregnancy soon after you broke things off, and I thought I would never come back to your life after how you took it when I had tried to tell you about my pregnancy. It hurt how you dismissed us so easily, Vid. But I can no longer hold back."

" I am going to end up in a hospital room any time soon, and I didn't want to be all alone. The past few months have been so hard on me, with no one to help me. I miss us, Vid. I still love you. And i know just how much you love me." She said the last part with so much confidence I realized just how much of a stupid twat I was to have started loving this man.

And it crushed my very soul.

I knew that it was tears that should have filled my eyes but all I could feel was anger as I stared hard at the man that I had begun to admire so deeply.

He left this poor pathetic woman to fend for herself, all for what?

To save face ?

How disgusting.

"How was I to take you seriously? You said you were pregnant so damn casually, like a last ditch attempt to make me stay. Hell, you sounded like you could have been announcing that your favorite nail polish broke, you were that casual about it all!"

My anger was rising after his little tirade.

You sick sick moron! You left her like this? You heartless little fucker!

My mind was screaming. It continued screaming obscenities that made lesser and lesser sense.

He looked at me with such apologetic eyes, and all I could do was turn away.

It was almost as if he had forgotten about my presence.

I watched as the continued heatedly discussing matters, leaving me to stand there in my own world of shock, anger, and dare I admit, heartbreak.

I ran.

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My face was a mess, basking in an intermingling of sweat, and tears.

I had ran up 12 sets of stairs just to escape them.

I threw myself on the bed, letting my tears soak the pillow. Images of those days flashed through my mind and I felt the onset of a panic attack.

I had managed to undo years of my desperate struggle to beat them, with one five minute conversation.

The shivering was now at the base of my spine.

"I am strong. I am strong. I am strong. No. No. No. No." I kept chanting.

It finally passed.

I felt like a fool for pissing over my gut feeling and deciding to trust a man with myself again.

A damn fool.

I dont know how long I bawled for before I heard the door open.

"Veera?" I heard the surprisingly soft whisper.

I felt the bed dip on his side.

I gathered my pillow, holding it close to my chest, and without looking at him, walked out of the room.

I told you! I told you to tell me what I should do with the story. Your fault 😂

Okay I kinda actually like this track to be honest.

Remember Chantelle by the way?

Let me know what you think! What next?

Can she love him again?

Love always,
LV.