Loving her, so much, she literally made me go crazy. Every second, minute, hour, of the day, every day, I crave her touch, scent, her voice, every time I'm away from her. My fingers itch just to touch her, make love to her...
I will kill anyone who comes near her, put their hands on her, or hurt her. She is mine, and only mine. Sometimes I know she will try to ignore me, she says I can be a bother, but I cant help I want to be with her.
I know that she likes me. Her touch and kiss make it obvious. She would always look at me with no hesitation, and tell me, "Baby, it's yours". And I tell her, "You need to own that shit"
I know she only tells me things that I want to hear. And I'm oblivious to what I need to hear.
I love her, but she only likes me. And knowing that she doesn't love you back, makes it worse...
-Chresanto August
"Bhai stop it what are you doing? She's your wife" Mukti yelled at me.
"But I don't want her, I never did neither I expected this to happen" I growled smashing my fist against the door. She held my hand, worriedly.
"Please bhai don't do this, stop this, she's carrying your child in her womb and right now she needs you, she is pregnant try to underst..." She couldn't complete her sentence because I didn't let her.
"I don't care and I don't want it, this marriage is unwanted even the child is unwanted, I don't want her child" her heart might have sank in her shoes after seeing my blood shot eyes. I was shaking with fury, hatred poured out from my eyes. I hates her and my own unborn child. I hate this unwanted marriage and every moment I spend with my wife in past. I regret it all. I regret the night I spent with her, our moments of love which led me to this and I hate it all.
"It is your baby too." She gently placed her hand on my shoulder, trying to make me understand the whole situation and maybe praying that I would understand but I jerked her hand away.
"How could you be so sure about it, she loved someone else before me before this marriage what if the child is not even mine" she was furious now, I stroke the wrong chord she had for her friend Nandini.
"You can't say this, I know her she is my friend and your legally wedded wife" she knew that I was angry but how could I just abuse my wife. The woman who was bearing my child in her womb. I sighed, regretting the choice of his words. I know it's my child. I don't need another proof even after everything I still have some trust left on her.
Story is the edited version of my other story it is an Indian story