My Innocent Heart Stealer

My Innocent Heart Stealer

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It's been five years... Five years since she started living with us. Five years since I learned that she'll be my sister. I can't just accept that she'll be my sister. She cannot be my sister. I love her deeply that I can't and won't really accept that she'll just be my sister. Ng iuwi siya nina mommy because her parents died, my cousin told me that I can no longer continue my feelings for her even were still children that time. And so I started to hate her. I hate her cause she won't be mine. I hate her cause I won't be his. And damn. I hate her for looking lovely everyday. If I can't be happy for not having her, she won't be happy for not having me!
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"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

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