Prologue

" Tell me, whose child is it? He asked me holding my chin. He is looking at my baby with pure hatred.

Somehow I freed myself from his grip and said holding my baby protectively in my arms," The baby is only mine. I am the mother."

He clenched his fists in anger and yelled," For the last time I am asking you, who is the father?"

"it's none of your business. At least you are not my baby's father," I snapped at him with pure hatred and found him groaning in total frustration. He pulled his hairs in frustration and anger.

My baby started crying badly hearing his loud voice. I cooed in my baby's ear," Mera baccha (my dear). Don't cry. Mamma is here. No one will harm you."

Hearing me, my baby snuggled more into my chest. 

Then, without any warning, he snatched my baby from my arms and asked angrily," Tell me this bastard's father's name. Tell me, who dares to fuck you. Oh! Correction; tell me whom you had fucked? After all, you are a whore."

He said the last sentence mockingly fueling disgust in my whole system. I am feeling like to slap him with my slippers.

He is holding my son in the air using his small dress like my son is any kind of object. My son is crying and calling me. My son said crying," Mamma.... I....em(am)...aflaid(afraid)."

My heart cried out in pain hearing my son. I yelled trying very hard to touch my son," you monster, leave my son."

And the next moment he did something which I have never imagined in my life. How can someone be so cruel! How can someone behave like that to a small baby!

He threw my son on the floor like my son is any kind of trash.

Because of the impact My son started crying badly holding his forehead. He has banged his head on the floor.

I yelled looking at that devil," You monster. I will not spare you. How dare you to hurt my son!"

Saying that I crouched down and picked up my son in my arms. My son is crying badly and I felt that his forehead is bleeding slightly. Immediately I pressed my dupatta on my son's forehead to stop the bleeding.

I looked at the monster with pure rage. But, Before I could utter another word he asked me clutching my hairs," Fucking whore! Tell me, whom you have fucked behind my back? Tell me, with whom you have slept? Tell me dammit......."

After that, I did something which I should have done earlier. I slapped him hard printing my five fingers on his right cheek.

He looked at me with disbelief holding his cheek where my hand connected.

Then, I said venom dripping from my voice," You don't have the right to ask me about my baby's father. Don't forget that we have nothing between us anymore. You are calling me a whore! Huh!! But, in reality, you are a manwhore!"

He gritted his teeth in anger tried to say something when I said clenching my jaw," You are nothing. Don't forget that you were the one who had thrown me away. You are forgetting that you are promised to another woman probably you are already married. Don't create any drama here. If you are so much decent then what are you doing in my house? Didn't you say that you are done having fun with me? 

You should return to your girlfriend, life partner or wife...whatever.!! Just get lost from here. I am feeling like disgusted seeing you."

I emphasised the words girlfriend, life partner and wife mockingly.

" Don't remind me of that trashy marriage and that woman. That marriage was just a burden for me. I will obviously leave this place after taking you with me. But, first I have to kill this bastard," He said taking out his gun.

He pointed the gun at my baby's head and I yelled angrily," You monster. After snatching everything from me, you are here to snatch my baby from me. I will not let you snatch my baby from me."

Saying that I quickly picked up a small flower vase which is made of brass. I banged it on his head and he holds his head screaming loudly.

Everything happened just in the blink of an eye.

Blood is oozing out from his head and he fell on the floor. He is groaning in pain when I said giving two kicks on his stomach," the first one is for making me your mistress and the second one is for trying to kill my son."

After that, I bandaged my son's forehead and prepared myself to leave this place as soon as possible.

Before leaving this house I said to his unconscious body," Next time if you come in front of me then I will kill you with my own hands. If you think that you will again try to control me then it will be your biggest misconception. I am not that weak 18-year teenager anymore."

I am sure he isn't dead yet. But, I wish he died. I hate him from the core of my heart.

I came out of my house leaving behind that devil. 

But, after coming out of the house I wasn't expecting the person in front of me. I became frozen in my place.

The person first looked at me with full rage and then looked at my son with pure disgust. I tried to say something when that person took out a gun and pointed it to me.

I just embraced my son tightly gulping down the lump which was forming in my throat seeing the mad person in front of me. Sweat beads started forming on my forehead.

The person said angrily," I always dreamt of killing you and then have a shower with your blood. Seems like I have a bonus also."

The person said eyeing my son having a creepy smile. 

After that, I heard a gunshot and some drops of blood splashed on my face. I heard my son's loud cry piercing through my heart. I yelled loudly," Mehrab........."