The Story Of Nisha

Chapter 29 - He is driving me crazy!

"I'm pregnant" I mutter

I look at Siddharth, who looks somewhat pleased

"Oh really! Well congrats!" He says leaning over for a hug

I push his arms away from me in disgust

He was the reason for this pregancy

If he hadn't raped me, none of this would've happened. Look, don't take me wrong, but I love babies and I desired to be a mother one day. But now isn't the right time

This baby wasn't even concieved through love. Instead, it is a rape baby. 

"Nisha...Don't push me away...After all....I am the father to your baby" He whispers kissing my cheek

"Siddharth...stop" I moan

"Baby.... I know things haven't gone well....But we can change things. Today is a new day. We can put the past behind us, and live our best life " He says

What he was saying was right. I am keen on the idea of starting afresh, but with Siddharth? I have forgiven him and tried to start afresh many times.  In fact too many times. My attempts in trying to rebuild our relationship was destroyed by Siddharth. 

But I will not be fooled by his words again. 

As I stand to get up, he tugs my hands.

"Baby..... Don't be mad. Isn't this supposed to be a happy occasion? We are going to be parents Nisha. That's a such a special gift" He says getting up

I don't want to talk to him. He is a cheat. A lier. A rapist.

I walk away from him in anger.

"NISHA! Babe.... we are in this together. What happened to our love" He shouts

"WHAT?WHAT DO YOU WANT? YOU RAPED ME AND GOT ME IMPREGNATED AND YOU ARE TELLING ME TO BE HAPPY? THE ONLY REASON I AM STAYING WITH YOU IS FOR THE SAKE OF THIS CHILD! DON'T YOU DARE THINK I LOVE YOU" I YELL

I watch as Siddharth's smile fades away. He was in shock. 

Well, of course he'd be. I have barely spoken to him ever since the rape. This is the most I've spoken to him in weeks.

With saying that, I turn away and head upstairs and lock the door.

Soon I feel tears sliding down my cheeks. I didn't know what hurt more. Being raped by my husband or being a horrible mother to my baby.

How can my baby live and grow up in such an environment with that beast. A baby needs to live in an loving and peaceful home, not a warzone. 

What I fear the most is the whether Siddharth wil even stay. Judging by what Divaani said, Siddharth is planning a divorce. I hate to admit it, but I need Siddharth. My baby needs a father. Before the pregnancy, I was ready to leave him. I was so determined to leave him, that I didn't care about the shame that will come upon my family. But now...things have changed. I can't let go off this baby. I was raised thinking that a baby shouldn't be given up unless it was an extremely helpless situation, which mine isn't. Plus, I didn't want to let go of my baby. Even if this baby is Siddharth's, I will love her or him with all my heart. 

As I am laying on the bed, Siddharth rudely barges into the room

"What are you doing here!?!??!!" I yell

"Mum is on the phone. She wants to wish you" He whispers handing me the phone

I glare at him for a straight minute before grabbing the phone. Who does he think he is to announce my pregnancy without my permission