Finally, after days and days of hard work, our senior year exams were over. We are free from what we call hellhole. I was so excited to see him again and tell him the news that would change our lives forever.
We had absolutely no plans for the future, not yet at least. All this time our main focus was only on our upcoming exams, which thankfully ended. But in the end, things turned against our wish and God blessed us with a baby, and now just a little bit of patience and then a little bundle of joy will be joining with our little family.
I am seven weeks pregnant with a healthy baby. At first, I thought that I had some viral disease. Don't blame me! The dizziness and nausea made me think that way up until yesterday.
Me carrying his child inside my womb made my heart jolt with happiness. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs saying 'I am officially going to be his. We are going to welcome our new little family member!!!' Unfortunately, I was on the college campus and I don’t want to scare away the students.
How will he react?
Seriously, I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see his expression. I wanted to laugh at him when he stands with his mouth wide open, unable to believe if what he just heard was true or his ears were betraying his imagination.
Maybe I would shoot a video and keep it as a memory to reminisce in the future. Or maybe I would show his reaction to my little baby when he or she grows up.
And if he still stands like a statue, I will pinch his cheek saying 'Yes, it is true. We're gonna have a family of our own.' I wanted to enjoy all the moments: when he comes closer and embraces me in his arms tightly and will say he is extremely delighted to have this baby!!!
What will he do once he came out of his spell kingdom?
Definitely, he would caress his fingers against my cheeks as he wipes my tears with his thumb and gives me an assuring smile saying 'Everything will be alright and I'll be here for you no matter what happens.'
"What if he will not be happy with the news?" My conscience asked me again. I had this question running through my mind since yesterday.
'Nope.' He was on cloud nine when Rachel, his sister, revealed her pregnancy. He discussed how he is going to take care of the baby and how he is going to spoil him.
Rachel told us yesterday after confirming the gender from the doctor that it's gonna be a boy for her.
"Don't worry sweetheart. Dad will take care of you." I said to my little peanut while rubbing my stomach lovingly. I became so attached to this baby over a night. The baby was made out of our love.
Even though I was drowning in the sea of my deep thoughts, I didn't miss watching my man walking towards the parking area whilst whistling and spinning the car keys around his forefinger. No doubt, he will make the sexiest dad ever. I grinned and adored the beauty of my husband.
He looked dashing, clad in his white T-Shirt and black Jeans. His hair was a mess as he had raked his hands through it multiple times. His face was shining with armor and he had a faint smile on his lips. He was probably thinking of me.
He expected me to be there in the parking area, just like any other day. Oops! I'm late. "Kayish!!" I called his name but it didn't reach his ears.
I started to run like a penguin towards the parking area after him, I couldn't feel my legs. To be honest I was so sore that I couldn't even walk. I stood in front of him panting heavily, It took me a fine second to calm down.
The moment he saw me, he gave me a huge grin and hugged me.
"How was your exam?" He inquired.
"It was good. Yours?" I panted hardly.
"As usual." He shrugged his shoulder. I smiled at him. He was the topper of our college. These exams were a child's play for him.
"What the matter, Riya?" He asked once he noticed me playing with my wedding ring. It was a habit of mine to fiddle with my fingers whenever I get nervous.
"Kayish, I--I wanted to tell you something," I told him still fiddling nervously with my wedding ring. He raised my chin with his hand and I leaned on his touch.
"Riya, I wanted to tell you something too." He said making me furrow my brows. What is he going to tell me?
"Let's break up." He blurted out.
"What?" I looked at him with my jaw dropped on the floor. Unable to control my stupidity, I busted into laughter.
"Kayish, I am here to tell you a piece of good news but you are joking around." I playfully hit his shoulder. Breaking up is not in our dictionary and he never uses these words even for a prank.
Instead of flashing me a smile, he folded his hand against his chest and raised his eyebrows. "What does it look like? Why do you think this is some kind of a joke, Miss. Kader?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
I froze on my spot the moment I heard him addressing me from my Surname instead of calling me babe or wifey like he used to. Something was up, his playfulness all gone, he was back in his serious mode.
"Kayish enough. Please stop this." My eyes welled with tears. Why is he playing with me? How does he find this funny?
"Well, Miss. Kader. I am telling you the truth. I'm getting bored of acting as a good boyfriend. More precisely, a good husband. I was never interested to tie knots with anyone, let alone you." He pointed a finger towards me.
I wanted to laugh at him again but I am afraid. Afraid of thinking what if he is telling me the truth.
"Why?" I asked. Tears were pooling down my cheeks.
"Do you remember, Jan 2 - 2012?" He asked in his most casual tone which sent a chill down to my core. The moment felt like I was thrown into the ice burg as my heartbeat pounded heavily against my chest. Why is he asking this now? That was our first encounter and that didn't end well.
"You humiliated me in front of everyone. You fucking idiot slapped me just because I kissed you once. That day I promised myself that I will make you mine and make your life miserable." He barked.
"But you didn't allow me to touch your body. So I ended up marrying you to spoil you. This marriage is nothing to me, it's just a key I used to get your sanity." His every word stabbed me in my heart.
"I need your body, not you," He whispered in my ear. My body completely went numb and my legs were shaking. He can't be serious. He is not my Kayish.
"Now I took my revenge and I want to get rid of this drama." He took the envelope from his pant's pocket and tore them into pieces.
"This...This is the only evidence of our marriage. Take it." He threw the pieces of paper on my face.
"Well, you wanted to tell me of good news, right? I hope it's not a piece of good news anymore." With that, he crashed his lips against mine aggressively. This was the time I ever flinched in his touch.
It was anything but a passionate kiss, the kiss projected all the anger and hatred he felt towards me.
He broke the kiss and looked at me. "I'm leaving today, so don't waste your time looking for me." Then he turned his heels and hopped into his car. After a while, I heard a scratching sound of the tyre which gave me the hints that he left me.
He left.
He left me alone.
He left us alone.
I stood there for almost an hour. So all these years he just pretended that he loved me? And he did all that because of a bloody fucking revenge??
When did I become so naive? Why didn't I realize that he was playing with my feelings? But he didn't give me any place to think as he was faking around because I felt his love was true but he proved me wrong.
I left my parents because of him, I trusted him too much and now I feel ashamed of being a used paper. His used paper.
My heart refused to accept the fact that he left. All our sweet memories started to haunt my head. I doubt if it will still be a sweet memory after what he did to me.
The pounding in my head was getting so bad that I felt like it will burst out anytime. And in no time, I started to see black dots around me. The next thing I know, I blacked out thinking of the baby and me.
My baby. He doesn't deserve to know about it at all.
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4 years Later........ Riya's POV: "Miss Kader, you have been selected as a Project Manager at the Global Institute Of Technology at NYU. They are providing a good salary. So, what do you say? Are you going to accept this offer or decline it as you have before?" My boss asked me. He was a man in his mid-fifties and was like a father figure to me. When his son found me, lying unconscious on the road, he took me to the hospital and his dad insisted that I come to their home and he treats me as his own daughter til now. He even offered me a job at his company. I couldn't be luckier to find a family like this,even after losing everything I had. He has three sons, all of them are older than me. They get really overprotective over me and Sweety. Mr Smith is so professional when it comes to his w
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~~~Past Wind~~~ "Gotta say this girl, you've got a lot of guts in your spine." Claire teased me as I was trying to put the ball into the court but alas! Failed once again to do so, because my stupid best friend was distracting me and not letting me concentrate. If only she stopped talking for once. We are currently playing basketball and she wouldn't shut up about today's god damn incident with Kayish. "For fuck's sake can you please just shut your mouth and let me focus on the game for once?" I scolded her as I caught the ball my teammates passed on to me. "Okay! But I better get an explanation later," She yelled before leaving the basketball court and finally giving me a chance to breathe. Though I have to admit, I was kinda hurt by her reaction towards the incident. Ever since that episode happened, she kept on asking me to give her all the juicy detai
~~~Past Wind~~~ Today March 8, we are going to celebrate Women's day and we all know It's solely for girls and all the girls are dressing up like a princess. I am wearing a baby blue dress which ended up just below my knees. A thick, yet, the fancy belt was wrapped around my waist adding more beauty to my costume. The black 3' stiletto has excess the beauty of mine and my dress. Totally I look like an angel. Letting out a sigh of relief, satisfied with my outlook, I grabbed my purse before climbing out of the car. I started to walk towards the campus, plastering a huge smile on my face. Dylan Bryce, the senior from our college is going to propose to me. He said he has planned the biggest surprise for me and I wonder how exciting it could be. I'm so eager to see him. Speaking of him, he's almost 6.5 ' and has cre
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~~~Past Wind~~~ "Kayish enough!!" I cried loudly but he didn't stop punching the guy hard on his stomach. I tried to stop him but he shoved me away and continued his attack on the guy over and over again. "Leave it Kayish, Please!! He’s not worth it." I begged him to let that poor guy go and sunk to the floor feeling defeated when I figured that he is not going to listen to me. Finally, he met my eyes and his features soften a bit. He let the poor guy go and walked towards me. He kneeled beside me and the angry gaze he had on his face was replaced with pure worry. "You okay?" He asked while cupping my cheeks in his hands. I managed a nod but flinched slightly when his finger barely brushed my lips. In an instant, his features changed and he tried really hard to control them. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them with hurt and worry
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Right after the meeting, everyone has been told by the host to go to the hall where the lunch is being served. I headed to my office to relax and I just sat in my chair and slumped my shoulders. My mind wanders to the way Kayish looked at me a moment ago. I can't deny that the way he sent the message to me made my worries rise. "You have to be strong, Riya. You can't hurt yourself now, not physically nor mentally. Don't allow him to rule your world again, no more hiding and afraid of him." I said to myself and repeated it like a mantra to make myself stronger. "Hey, you there! I'm looking for you everywhere." Juliet's voice snapped me out of my reverie. She peeked his face at my door and gave me a worried look once she saw my uncomfortable face. "Hi, Juliet. Are you not joining the lunch?" I gave her a tight smile and tried to make the conversation neutral. Guess she already has anothe