The fate of my love

CHAPTER 15

I can't imagine that my rapist and I can be so much comfortable around each other. At normal times, the silence between us is downright suffocating. I will try to maintain this atmosphere as much as possible.

"Shahid?"

"Yes?"

"Can we play cricket, football, anything?"

What? Don't look at me like that. It has been so long that I even set my foot outside this house. I didn't even explore this big house. I only know the way to my room and the kitchen. I have a walkie-talkie, which is connected to maids quarter. So, whenever I need anything other than food, I contact them and I get it. I don't even know the room in which Ammi, abbu or Shahid lives. Shahid brings me food and makes sure that I eat it. If not, he says that he will kiss me before my next meal time. So, I eat all the food reluctantly, although it was difficult at first. But now, I am comfortable with the large number of small amounts of meals. So, in short, I am bored here.

"Please," I softly add after I get no as a reply.

"No."

What? Why?

It's surprising to see that he refused me for something. He never refused my any wish, except on that dark night. Otherwise, I even made him bring me sanitary napkins for me. I even made sure that he himself gets them. Smart? I know. I always know how to make anyone nervous. So the thing that concerns me is, why is he refusing now?

"Why?"

"Because you are pregnant."

"What?"

Okay, so this guy, my so called husband, suddenly announces that I am pregnant. What the hell!

"Why do you think so?"

"Because I made love to you at the day of your ovulation."

I looked at him wide eyed.

"And why did you do that," I ask softly, feeling my eyes sting.

"So that you never leave me. I can't take that chance. You are mine and your womb is carrying my child," he says softly, rubbing my stomach. I moan under his touch. His touch is familiar. His hands are rough, like he has done extreme physical work in his life. I look into his eyes. I suddenly gasp. I never even acknowledged this. His face is not even 1% similar to Ammi and abbu. Who are you Shahid? Why do you always wear this mask? I gently take his face and stroke it. I hear him inhale deeply. Who are you? Why do I have this affect on you? Why does your actions affect me?

I came to know many things today. First, I may be pregnant. Second, Shahid is not Ammi and abbu's son. Third, I know him. He has this effect on my heart because of which my heart says that he is very close to my heart. Fourth, he has faced many hardships in life (due to his hands).

I am not going to ask him anything. He will tell me whenever he feels that he is ready to tell me everything. With this decision made, I feel myself close my eyes and darkness surrounds me. I didn't even realise that I forgot to think about Gaurav. He is like fading in the background of my mind.

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Hi guys. This is my first author's note. After this lesson, I can't continue with Jessica's pov. I have to write a book on the pov of the person who will write the gate of her love. I hope you can guess who is the writer of the fate of her love life...