" 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
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