Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

Bonus Chapter 3

My hand curled beneath the bulging stomach, my head leaned back at the contractions, my breath came in shorter pants. It hurt too much, as if bones were breaking bit by bit and I couldn't stop.

"Kabir," I howled.

A hand curled on top of my shoulders. "Shh. It will be okay. I am here, baby. Take a deep breath."

Nodding, I took deep breaths, one after another but the pain intensified, grabbing my bones and squeezing it in a pile. I couldn't do it. The pain was agonizing as if I was going to lose something very close to me even if it was just labor pain. The omen of the destinies played its toil whilst I stared at my husband, standing at the reception.

"Kabir," I whispered, calling him but he didn't listen, his attention to the receptionist.

The pain was too much, too breathless, too anguishing. It wasn't like this in case of Adyant and Kiara, the pain of today felt as if a tremor was passing, a tornado would be swept and I wouldn't be able to hold it together.

"Kabir," I gritted, closing my eyes tightly.

The wheelchair started moving and I sighed in relief. At last, I could get the operation done and get rid of this burning sensation channeling through my body. I leaned my head at the back, closed my eyes shut but a deep tangy smell entered my nostrils.

Blood.

Opening my eyes, I flashed to my stomach and screamed at the pool of blood marking my shirt. "Kabir! Kabir!" I shouted, stared back but the horror spread further.

A trail of blood.

My blood.

"Nurse," I said hurriedly. "I am bleeding." But her eyes stayed at the front, void of any feeling and emotions. "Stop!" I screamed, my hand covered in the blood and something hard touched the surface of my hand. Confused, I peered and screamed further.

A dark hair head poured out.

I screamed further, called for the doctors but none came as the blood pooled around me, the head of my baby came out, the horror spread further in my veins.

"Alina," A distant whisper grappled the attention to the man standing opposite to me, his neck cut, his eyes bleeding, his lips sewed.

"Kabir!" I shouted, ran my blood filled hands at the arms of the chair. "Kabir!"

Kabir.

Kabir.

"Shh." I felt a soft pad of thumb brushing my cheek, too light and gentle. "I am here." Fluttering my hazy eyes, I peered at the soft light brown eyes staring at me, his thumb rubbed gently on my cheek. "A bad dream, bookworm." Nodding, I took a deep breath, glanced down at the dark maroon duvet covering my body. "Do you want water?"

Shaking my hand, I grasped his hand over my cheek and leaned into it, to the warmth and caring. "Just stay here." In front of my eyes where I could see you alive and breathing.

"I have to go." Confused, I peered down at his clothes.

Formal clothing.

And the moment was broken, his hand flew back to his place.

"Is it morning?" I rasped, my throat dried up from the screaming. Grabbing my phone, I saw the time and cocked my head in confusion. It was dawn. "Why are you wearing formals?"