Chapter 3

Soon everyone left except Rohan.

Rohan softly patted her head and said ‘Take care Kiddo.’

He then hugged Abhimanyu and gave him the best buddy smile. He is genuinely happy for his best friend who finally got his love after 16 years.

Siya only nodded her head when Rohan patted her head in a loving way once again and left. She was already in so much inner turmoil and adding to her clustered thoughts her husband in the richest man in the whole country. She only heard him saying ‘Take care of her.’ and the sound of door getting closed. She then slowly looked towards the empty room only to find Abhimanyu and herself alone.

Before she could ask the man something she was scooped up like a small baby.

‘Um . uhu’ She wiggled into his arms.

But the man cooed at her ‘Never call yourself a PROSTITUTE.’ and his sound was nothing but dangerous.

And she felt obeying him even from her heart though she left extreme fear listening to his dark voice.

‘Words TweetyBird.’ He demanded making her reply ‘Ye.s .Yes.’

And the dark eyes changed into soft ones as smile curved into his lips. She didn’t know how to react instead she wrapped her arms around his neck for safety of her baby. But surprising her Abhimanyu walked slowly towards a luxurious bedroom.

The room screams richness, rich with architecture and art. He softly placed her on bed and left her patting her head.

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Siya’s brain still couldn’t process what happened few minutes ago. She got married and that to someone whom she never knew. Never in her whole 21 years’ life. And the marriage was only in papers. And according to tradition it is their wedding night, but will it be same for her.

*Should I accept more than this in my life? * She asked herself.

**No** Her mind replied.

Being helpless she rubbed her hand on her stomach. There is life inside her. And the man whom she got married knew about it.

‘Baby Mummy is with you. Mummy loves you a lot.’ Tears rolled down her beautiful orbs. She doesn’t know why her fate is so cruel.

She was in her own thoughts when suddenly the door was opened by someone. She looked at the person, it was none other than her husband.

Anxiety took over her whole frame. What if he is just like HIM?

But does it matter? That now when they are husband and wife.

A simple reply came from her mind.

‘NO’

But why did he marry her?

A multi – trilinear like him married a prostitute who is already pregnant.

*Just a minute. Don’t call yourself a prostitute in front of him.* She thought to herself remembering his cooing.

**No not even behind his back.** Her subconscious mocked her.

What is going to be her destiny? Only question running through her mind.

The man came near her and said ‘TweetyBird!!’

He came back within 10 minutes. He won’t leave his wife and baby for a long time. He craves for them after all. Abhimanyu needed to do two things.

One, arrange a plate of healthy light food knowing she can crave for anything at night. Even though she doesn’t he want the best for them.

And second, call his PI to find someone.

Soft voice

A soft voice for her. Did she accept so?

‘NO’

She never thought that instead she accepted something brutal, something forceful, something harmful.

But instead the man sat near her.

‘TweetyBird??’ He touched her left cheek softly.

‘You need to eat and so our baby.’

Again her mind couldn’t process what he said. He said ‘OUR BABY’. Does it mean he accepted the baby?

‘Um baby..’ She was too scared to talk with this man who is her husband.

‘Yes TweetyBird our baby needs food and you also. Come first change your dress and then have food.’ Abhimanyu was in cloud nine from inside after getting married to his TweetyBird.

She nodded her head in yes and started getting up. Abhimanyu helped her to get up. She went inside the washroom without taking cloths. After taking bath, she put on the bathrobe and then only she came out of her thoughts that she has no cloths. She felt vulnerable at this moment but a soft knock came from outside.

Abhimanyu understood she wasn’t fine till now. He took out a comfy shirt and trouser for her and knocked at the door. He knew he must be careful with her and especially when she is pregnant.

‘TweetyBird you forgot cloths. Open the door and take them.’ Siya felt her breathe hitched. She stammered ‘i..I.. comin..g’

‘Don’t worry I will keep it on the bed and go outside. You come and get ready.’ She didn’t know why she felt relief and relax with his words and she believed him. Somehow his voice seemed genuine and hold some power which she couldn’t deny.

‘O..okay’

She came out after Abhimanyu left the room. She looked at the whole room to be sure. She wore her cloths and sat on the bed. Abhimanyu came back after knocking at the door.

Food was brought by a worker. Siya was pregnant all those tasty food was irresistible for her even though she ate only one hour ago. So she ate like a hungry child. Most importantly the food was healthy. And yes, she is hungry, for love, care and also for good food.

Abhimanyu watched her eating like a kid. He kept adoring her. But when she was finished she looked at him and found him gazing at her.

She gulped down and her body shook in fear. Staying in br*thal made her like this only. She is afraid of men’s gaze.

‘He will harm me.’ She thought and she remembered what happened with her *that* day and what was going to happen with her today in that br*thel. She shivered thinking like this. Abhimanyu’s eyes only admired her but it was a cruel game of fate that she broke down due to his gaze. Abhimanyu kept himself calm and kneeled down ‘I mean no harm. I will, I repeat I will never touch you until you want. I give you my words and Abhimanyu Mrinal Abhay Singh Raizada always keeps his words always. TweetyBird, I said na You are the Queen. Just let me touch me baby, our baby.’

A voice with love, care and affection with a gentle touch of blessings soothed her soul.

After sometimes she was bit relaxed. Abhimanyu felt pain, hurt and rage. Still he slowly caressed her hairs to make her calm.

‘Sir..rr mai kaha soungi?’ (Sir..rr where will I sleep?) Siya asked in a low voice. He didn’t like her calling him SIR but he let it go for a while. She was really sleepy and moreover she needs rest. Her oops their baby needs rest. Abhimanyu already called himself as the father of the baby.

‘Come TweetyBird let me take to you to the bed.’ And before she could react Abhimanyu picked her up and took her to the bed. Siya yawned like a baby as soon as her body touched the soft material of the bed.

But Siya was scared to sleep even to close her eyes. Abhimanyu was on the couch looking at her with his dark eyes adorably.

He knows how to handle her but what about her pain. He needs to remove it and only one person can do that. The person is he himself.

And with passing time Siya slept but before that she felt a kiss on her tummy.

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