Torn Between Us

Torn Between Us

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Aayan scoffs, his voice cutting through the air. "Of course I'm saying it like that, because if you weren't pregnant with my child, that's exactly what would have happened," he growls, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. A lump forms in your throat as his words sink in. Tears blur your vision, and you turn your face away, unable to meet his gaze. But Aayan's grip on your belly tightens, his hand pressing into your skin with a near-painful force. "Look at me," he commands, his tone low and threatening. When you don't respond, his hand squeezes harder, a sharp, painful reminder of his control. "Look. At. Me." You feel a surge of frustration mixing with fear. "Ahh, are you sick?" you snap, finally meeting his gaze with defiance. Aayan's eyes narrow, a flash of anger sparking in them, but he doesn't let go. His grip remains firm, almost possessive. "I said, look at me," he repeats, his voice rising with dangerous authority. His hand squeezes your belly again, harder this time, making you wince in pain. "LOOK. AT. ME."
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He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

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