Am I Married?

37. Toys and Baby Clothes

Majority of you suggested that it would be best for Sanaya if she chooses to runaway with her baby. I'm pleased to know your thoughts, but, now, wait and see what Sanaya thinks what's best for her. 

Thank you for your responses. I appreciate those readers who expressed their opinion. 

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"I'm sorry, Mel. But I couldn't tell you the truth."

She brought me to her room and made me sit on her bed. She said in shock, "This is too much to swallow. How is this even possible?"

"It's possible. I'm living this way every single day." I whispered, leaning my head back on the wall behind.

I wanted to weep or maybe scream in frustration. Samara had filled Ashar's mind with so much hatred for me that he was not ready to see the truth from his own eyes. He was seeing me through her eyes, the way she had portrayed my image in his head.

"Tell me everything, darling." She caressed my cheek which was still burning due to Samara's physical assault.

She took the ice bag and put it on my cheek. I pressed my lips and took a long pause before responding to her question. This time, I did explain everything to Melanie, from the beginning till now without hiding even the smallest fact about me, including those reasons that stopped me from telling her the truth. She deserved to know. She was the only one who didn't make me feel lonely since I shifted here to this mansion.

She stopped the ice massage and looked at me in utter bewilderment. Huh. I couldn't blame her. Whoever gets to know about my marriage secret reacted the same way, "I can't believe I was sharing a room with Ashar Hobsons's wife since months. It's so unbelievable."

Her mouth agape as she turned straight. I hissed, "Is this important right now, Mel?"

She closed her mouth and looked at me apologetically, "I'm so sorry for you."

She again grabbed the ice bag and started pressing against my cheek, "What have you decided now? Are you going for abortion?"

"Should I?" I sat up straight.

Since I had heard about my pregnancy, images of the teeny weeny form of human wrapped in a white sheet had started forming in my mind. I was trying to erase them, but they were still there. Every time I touched my belly or see it through a mirror, that same image popped up and gave me the creeps. And then when I think about killing that embryo inside my belly, my heart trembled for some reason and that image becomes blurry.

"Well if you want to take my opinion, I would suggest that you should talk to Ashar one last time. Talk to him in detail and then take any decision."

"But I'm scared of talking to him. What if he himself asks for the abortion? I don't think I can bear his reaction."

"Then what else you want? Are you considering his father's suggestion? I don't think it's a bad option." She shrugged.

I looked at her disbelievingly, "Are you asking me to live the rest of my life contemptuously? I'm already accused as a gold-digger many times. Either I would live in this house with all my deserving rights or just leave, leave everything behind."

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Days passed and I still couldn't make up my mind to talk with Ashar and he himself didn't make any effort. I was just delaying my meeting with him because it would determine what I should be doing. And I was scared of deciding the worse. If he would demand for the divorce, then I would not refuse him. I couldn't live like a burden to someone.

Katherine Hobsons took me to her suggested doctor for the regular checkup and the doctor said the baby was growing well, so, there was nothing to be worried about. She suggested some nutrients that must be present in my daily meals. Katherine took responsibility of my meals and now three times a day, all those necessary nutrients were served to me.