Chapter 61

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Kids... I really want kids now more than I ever wished. After hearing Yuvaan talk about babies almost every day, my desire to have a mini replica of Yuvaan and me is increasing. Well, we don't hold back at all, but I haven't seen any progress regarding my pregnancy.

And my hopes were crushed when I got my periods after two months. I thought I had missed them for good, but I got a severe cramp while I was in Raghuveer's office. I thought I could bear it like previous times, but I remembered what my gynaecologist had suggested me.

My menstrual cycles were still irregular even after consuming medicines, and the pain wasn't reducing in any way. So, after a lot of procrastination, I booked an appointment and went to get myself checked and solve my doubts. Once I reached the clinic, the doctor greeted me and asked me about my health.

She sighed when I told her that it still felt like hell during periods and the flow was heavy too. Without wasting anymore time, she did her routine checkup, and I told her about how I and my husband were planning for a baby. She nodded absentmindedly while going through my reports but bit her lower lip as she stole a glance at me.

"What happened, Doctor? Is there something serious?" I asked.

"Well..." she put the documents down on her desk, "Your physical condition has improved a lot, which is quite commendable, but there is still not any positive sign regarding your menstrual cycles. The numbers haven't changed that much from the last time, and I doubt if you are overworking yourself, Mrs. Raichand."

"No, I am not overworking." I waved her off.

"If it isn't that, then it must be some mental stress. Are you worried about something lately? Maybe about getting pregnant?"

I opened my mouth to answer her, but I realised that I wasn't worried about getting pregnant — I was sure I was going to get my tummy inflated soon by the pace Yuvaan and I were going. As for the mental stress, I knew what the doctor meant.

"Yeah, I am a bit stressed about the current projects I am handling," I lied. "But it isn't that big of a deal."

The doctor gave me a short nod and wrote down something in her notepad. After browsing through her files and computer for some time, she excused herself and went to discuss something with her senior. I didn't want to feel scared but the way her face remained stoic and colourless told me that there was something wrong.

After a few minutes, the doctor came back and gave me a list of extra medicines I had to buy along with the previous ones. She put on a small smile on her face and gave me the same lecture about my diet and daily routine. Finally, the moment I was waiting for came.

"I am sorry to inform, Mrs. Raichand, but the chances of you conceiving are really low. And even if you do conceive, the probability of miscarriage or preeclampsia are really high. Going by the current statistics, I would advise you to go for advanced treatments, but the procedures might increase the risk," she said.

I took a minute to let it all sink in, the word 'miscarriage' ringing in my ears. The doctor gave me a sad look and mentioned that she didn't want to break my heart, but it was the truth. She said that even if I did get pregnant somehow and didn't suffer any miscarriage, it was highly possible that the baby might die prematurely or might be still-born.

"Would you like to call Mr. Raichand?" she suggested.

Yuvaan? He will be so saddened to hear that.

I refused and decided to leave before I broke down in front of her. I took my reports and bought the medicines before calling my driver to bring out the car. As I waited for my car to come, the pics of babies Yuvaan had showed me flashed in front of my eyes.

Just last night, we were discussing about what names we would give to our kids while going through Yuvaan's old pictures, and today, I learned that it was almost impossible for me to conceive.

I knew there were a lot of alternatives, but it still hurt to know the truth. I wiped away the tear that rolled down without my knowledge and gave my stuff to the driver. He shot me a worried glance but didn't say anything as he realised that I didn't want to talk. I told him to take a break and that I would call him after I took a break myself.

I didn't want to return home as I still wasn't over what the doctor had told me. The driver obliged, and I started walking absentmindedly. All other thoughts were crushed when I kept repeating to myself that the joy I was building up for weeks was shattered in a snap. More than me, I felt bad for my husband.

Kids, kids, kids... I knew he was going to be devastated after hearing the news.

After roaming around like a corpse, I reached a small public park and sat down on a bench. Beside me, a woman was yelling at her elder son to look after his sister while she fed the youngest kid. She noticed me staring at her and gave me an awkward smile. I asked her if she could show me her baby's face, and she beamed brightly.

Without asking, the woman told me to hold her baby and talked about herself and her family of six. She said that her husband didn't earn that much, but she was happy with her life. I glimpsed at her from the corner of my eye as I played with the 8 month old in my hands.

The woman had a lot of complaints regarding her financial situation, which reminded me of my mother, but unlike Mom, she was satisfied with whatever her husband was able to do. Unfortunately, she left the park with her kids after half an hour, leaving me all alone. I could steal hear the giggles of the baby and the touch of her skin on my arms.

So pathetic that I won't be able to experience it myself. Why am I so unlucky? I only wanted to have a baby and give him/her everything I couldn't have, but when has my wishes come true?

Reyna, why are you crying? The chances are low, not nill.

It is still the same. Even if by chance I get pregnant, I will be risking the baby's life. I don't want to see my kid dying in front of my eyes.

I understand, but why are you torturing yourself alone? Go and talk about it to Yuvaan. He will know what to—

I won't tell Yuvaan. I don't want to see him hurt. He will be heartbroken...

Of course, he will be. But it is better to tell him the truth instead of building up happiness on lies. The situation won't change if you hide it from him. He will understand.

I twiddled my thumbs and observed the remaining children playing in the ground. I heard one of them shout that the sun was down and they should return home early. I also got alarmed about how much time I had wasted. I checked my phone and saw three missed calls from my driver. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even hear the ringtone.

I got up from the bench and called up my driver. I told him that I would be arriving in about ten minutes as I took a short circuit with Google Maps' help. I tried to walk faster, but my pace was still slow — as if I didn't want to go home and dim my husband's enthusiasm.

I shook my head as negative thoughts started building up. I focused on my way ahead and cursed when I noticed that I had entered a wrong lane. I turned around hastily, but a strong hit across my head threw me off balance. I fell down after getting hit the second time.

I squinted my eyes and saw the blood drop over my left eye. A pair of legs came in my view, and before I could register the face of the person who had hit me, a cloth covered my mouth from behind. My eyes drooped and body went limp as I felt myself getting lifted up before I fell unconscious.

I heard my inner voice yelling at me to save myself, but I knew it wasn't possible. I didn't know the time, but the position in which I woke up wasn't comfortable at all. My wrists hurt along with my back, which was already aching due to cramps.

"Oh, she is awake." I heard a male voice in the distance.

"Good for her, or I else I would have beaten her up for good." I heard another voice.

Did I get kidnapped by my enemies?

I opened my eyes slowly and registered my surroundings. The place smelled of rotten fishes and resembled a small store room. The walls were painted in dark grey colour, a small bed occupied one corner, while a small stool was placed in the middle of the room.

A middle-aged man sat on the stool, right in front of me. I tilted my head, trying to recognise him under the only light coming from the yellow bulb hanging over us. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember him as he kept moving his head back and forth.

Suddenly, he moved his face too close to me, making me remember who he was. He smirked and exchanged a glance with the other man standing in the corner.

"I told you that it would be easy to kidnap this wench, didn't I?" the man in front of me said.

He turned towards me, his face contorting with anger. "Remember me, bitch?"

"What's the use of remembering scumbags like you?" I taunted.

"Aah, look at her. Trying to act all tough." He laughed.

"Don't try to act smart. We will kill you if you open your mouth again without our permission," the other man said.

"Who are you by the way?" I asked. "I know this douche bag, but I have seen you for the first time."

The man on the stool kicked my chair and snapped up from his spot. He grabbed my face and dug his fingers in my skin.

"Keep your mouth shut, or I will do it for you myself," he threatened.

I twisted my lips up. "Really? What you gonna do? Harass me?"

He increased his grip. "Worse than that."

I pursed my lips but burst out laughing at his pathetic threat. He was trying too hard to sound intimidating. The man was none other than Sudhir Kumar, whom Yuvaan had fired on my first day of office for insulting me. And the other person was his younger brother, Sudeep, who was helping him in getting his revenge.

"You think your husband will save you, but guess what? No one can track us or this location. If you want to go alive from here, you better co-operate with us or you know the consequences," Sudhir said.

"I asked Would you harass me if I didn't keep my mouth shut?" I repeated.

Sudhir clenched his fists and raised his hand to slap me, but I kicked him in the stomach with my heel. He winced, and Sudeep came forward, but his brother stopped him.

"I will teach her a lesson for messing with me," Sudhir growled and charged towards me.

I narrowed my eyes and challenged him. I crossed my right leg over my left. "Try laying a single finger on me, and I will rip out your throat."

Sudhir halted as his eyes grew wide. I motioned for him to come forward, but he didn't. His brother asked him what was wrong, but the man just stared at me as if he had seen a ghost.

"You think I will cower and try to escape by taking my husband's name? I know why you kidnapped me. You thought that you could use me against Yuvaan for ransom. But, what if is say I won't leave? I won't let you bastards have your way." I smiled. "Do whatever you want. It isn't like I am new to all of this."

"We can seriously harm you," Sudeep said. "Right, brother?"

Sudhir gulped as his eyes darted over my face, trying to see if I was faking a brave front. He stepped back when I showed him my pointed heel again.

"I can stab you in the eye with my shoe multiple times till it falls out," I informed him. "Would you like to try?"

"What's this crazy bitch?" Sudhir mumbled and went to the corner to discuss something with his brother.

I laughed at their conversation. "You are asking for just ₹15 crores? If I was in your place, I would have asked for ten times more."

When I didn't stop interrupting their talks, Sudhir yelled at me, and I told him that I was hungry. Sudeep asked him if I was really Yuvaan's wife and not some impostor. My stomach grumbled loudly, attracting the men's attention.

"Get me something nice to eat," I told them.

"Aren't you really afraid of the situation you are in?" Sudeep asked in frustration. "You are fucking kidnapped!"

"Why would I be? I have been through worse than this." I shrugged.

He looked at me in confusion, but before he could investigate me, Sudhir told him to go and grab some food. Sudeep mumbled curses and left, leaving me and Sudhir alone in the dimly lit room. I asked him why he was committing a crime instead of getting a job. He ignored me and took a seat in the corner.

He sat in the dark, but I felt his eyes on me. I shifted in my chair and told him to untie me. He didn't respond, so I started shifting towards him, dragging the chair under me.

"Stay in your place," Sudhir ordered.

I didn't oblige and reached him. I shook his stool with my leg. "I am getting bored, so I will tell you a story."

"I am not interested."

"But you will still have to hear, or do you want me to kill you?" I asked.

Sudhir clenched his jaw, earning a smile from me. It was clear that I was the one who was kidnapped, but anyone who would have seen Sudhir's face would have said otherwise.

Was he afraid of me even when my hands were tied? Well, I could use this chance to dump my worries and clear my head. Where was my kidnapper going to go anyways?

Hey guys, sorry for the late update. I am still at my native place. My stay got extended 😔😞

As for my other book, His Dusk Her Dawn, I will try to update it soon too.

Thank you for your patience ❤️

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