The fate of her love

CHAPTER 5

How dare she? How could she betray me? How could she stab my heart after I was so patient and good with her? How could she hurt me to help that bastard Gaurav? I will kill her...

I angrily drove towards my farmhouse. Yes, it's my farmhouse. I decided to move in our house with her when we are married. But no! She doesn't deserve to step in the house where my Ammi and abbu live. That house is too pure for a gold digger like her. Hell with that... She doesn't even deserve to live on the streets... I reached the farmhouse. All I was seeing was red... How could she do this? I loved her so much. And what did she do?

I entered the house and directly went to the kitchen. This is where she daily is. This should be her real place... No! If I treat her like a maid then a maid will get insulted. I hate her so much... Yes! I hate her. I hate her but I can't leave her because somewhere in my heart I know that she is my oxygen. I live because of her. I will try to keep her here, imprisoned... She will be here treated just like she is... a whore... a gold digger...

I reached the kitchen and saw her making chapatis. Her chapatis are improving everyday. I can smell the faint smell of the food. This is what I always wanted... I always wanted this... with her... but no... she had to betray me... Subconsciously, my eyes are filled with tears, tears of hurt, tears of pain, tears of betrayal, tears of rage... All of that for her...

"Vikas? What happened? Why are you crying,"she asked in her so called innocent voice. Will she tell me the truth? Will she tell me about her betrayal? But her voice was enough to calm me down... God! Why do I love her so much?

"Do you still love Gaurav? Tell me the truth, nothing else."

"Yes. I love him. But what happened? Remember, I will always love you, no matter what. Yes, he was there to fill your void in my life in your absence, but your place will not be replaced by anyone. You are not replaceable... Gaurav is my happiness. I admit it. But you, you are my everything. You are the whole world to me. I love you so much, much than you can ever love me. No one can replace you..."

Her words did nothing but hurt me more. How can she lie to me? I cup her cheeks and there was a smile on her face which reached her eyes. How can someone be so pretentious?

"Vikas?"

"Yes?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Ask"

"I want to become an IPS officer. Will you support my dream?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because after the baby's delivery, you won't be fit enough to become a police officer."

"Then, can I continue your dream?"

"Yes. But through online studies."

"Vikas, we can't become a doctor through online studies."

"I know it."

"Then why did you say something like this?"

"Because I don't want you to study further."

"Why?"

"The stress will harm the baby."

"No! Please Vikas... I am begging you. Don't do this... I want to become independent."

"Why? Am I not enough for you that you want to go behind that Gaurav again."

"What are you saying Vikas? What happened to you? You were never like this. You were even gentle when you were raping me... But your words are scarring my heart like a knife..."

"Shut up! I want you to act as a perfect Indian wife... Chula and mula [(चुलं आणि मुलं) stove and children in Marathi language] should be your only life. You will only serve me... Did you understand?"

"Yes,"saying this, she ran to my room. Perfect! Now, I will keep her captive and she will never go away from me...

"Shanta," I call my maid.

"Ji Saab,"she came to the kitchen where I was standing.

(Yes sir)

"Go and cook food and give it to Jessica. I am not hungry. And follow the diet plan which I gave you."

"Ji Saab. Aur kuch?"

(Yes sir. Anything else?)

"No."

Yes, I made a diet plan for her because I thought that she is skinny and I should give her the curves which will improve her self confidence. That's why I was feeding her after every two hours according to the diet plan recommended by Rujuta Divekar (a famous Indian dietician). But no... I am now making her follow that chart so that she will get those curves and I can love her whenever I like without hurting my baby. And during delivery, it will be healthy if my so called wife has curves.

Yes... I submitted our marriage certificate in the court. Now, she can't leave me even if I force myself on her. She is trapped in this house. Get ready Jessica... Your Vikas aka Shahid is enraged and he is coming for you...