Chapter 110 They Got Abort My Baby
Mr. Shekhawat raises his hand to calm me and says gently, “Ishani, my child, you can stay here as long as you wish. But Samar also deserves to know the reason behind your anger.”
Neeti, standing quietly in a corner, realizes the atmosphere is no longer right for the children. Smiling faintly, she says, “Kids, go play in the garden.”
Both Ayansh and Vikram nod silently and walk toward the garden. The atmosphere grows heavier.
My eyes are red with tears, and my trembling voice breaks the silence, “Dad… three years ago, I didn’t have a miscarriage. They got my baby aborted.”
My words freeze the mansion into silence. Neeti gasps in shock, while Mr. Shekhawat’s fists clench. Samar’s eyes widen, as if he never expects me to reveal this truth so openly.
But I don’t stop. My pain has finally broken its chains. My voice cracks as I continue, “And that’s not all. His true identity is the ‘Black King’ the most powerful name in the underworld! He traffics children’s organs. And I… I lived for so many years with a monster!”
My body trembles as sobs shake me, tears streaming uncontrollably.
Samar looks at me in silence for a moment before speaking, his voice filled with both sorrow and firmness, “Yes, Ishani, you’re right. I am the ‘Black King.’ But you’re wrong about one thing. The Black Empire never deals in such vile acts. Child organ trafficking? That’s a lie! Tell me, who poisoned your mind with this?”
My fury blazes even brighter. I scream, “Enough! I don’t want to hear any more of your stories. Get out of here! I don’t want to live with you. I hate you! You disgust me. And to think I was foolish enough to love a man as low as you!!”
My words pierce Samar’s heart like arrows. Neeti and Mr. Shekhawat stand frozen in shock. Crying, I turn and run straight to my room.
Anger now burns in Mr. Shekhawat’s eyes as well. His heavy voice thunders, “Is this true?”
Samar lowers his head for a moment and softly replies, “Yes… but...”
Mr. Shekhawat cuts him off, roaring with rage, “Enough! It would be better if you left this mansion right now. I don’t want to hear your explanations.”
Samar’s eyes glisten as he whispers, “Uncle…?”
But Mr. Shekhawat raises his hand, silencing him. “Go, Samar.”
The mansion falls into complete silence. Samar glances once at Neeti, as if hoping she will say something, but she has already turned her face away. Tears shimmer in her eyes too.
Samar’s heart longs to speak, but his lips stay sealed. He turns and walks away quietly.
As he steps outside the mansion gates, my screams echo in his ears, “I hate you… you disgust me… I was a fool to love a monster like you!!”
Samar’s face hardens like stone. He opens his car door, starts the engine, and with a chillingly calm voice into his phone, says, “I want every piece of information linked to Ishani’s number right now.”
He ends the call, slides into the driver’s seat, and drives away from the mansion at full speed.
Samar is sitting in the car, his eyes bloodshot. For the first time, he is experiencing the pain that Vihan and Shorya have felt many times before. I love him deeply that is why I always forgive him. But today, for the first time, I speak to Samar while crying in such pain. He keeps thinking about me and then drives to the office.
He is sitting in the CEO’s cabin of his new company. Files are scattered across the table; on one side the laptop screen flashes with graphs and reports, and on the other side Karan’s tired eyes scan each line carefully.
Just then, he feels as if someone is near the door. Karan lifts his gaze, but there is no one there. Shrugging it off as his imagination, he goes back to his work.
But within moments, that strange feeling returns. This time, when he looks up more attentively, he sees a tiny little eye peeking through the glass door.
The instant his eyes meet it, the eye disappears quickly. A faint smile touches Karan’s lips, but he says nothing and gets busy again.
Then, for the third time, as soon as he raises his head, a small shadow darts away from the glass. Now Karan is sure someone is there. He walks slowly toward the door, turns the handle, and opens it.
And right in front of him stands a tiny little world.
A two-year-old angelic girl round chubby cheeks, big brown eyes, fair glowing skin, and tiny fingers clutching a toffee. Dressed in a simple black frock, she looks like a little doll. The innocent smile on her face fills Karan’s heart with an unfamiliar peace.
The little girl smiles shyly, and Karan can’t help but smile back. Bending down, he gently lifts her into his arms and asks warmly, “Hey… who are you, little doll?”
The baby girl, in her sweet lisping voice, replies, “Teee… Vee…!”
Karan blinks in confusion and chuckles, “TV??”
Just then, the manager comes running, a little out of breath, “Sorry, sir, she was here, I was looking for her.”
Karan teases, “Oh? Is she your daughter?”
The manager quickly shakes his head, “No, sir. She’s the daughter of one of our staff. She comes every day with her mother. The whole office feels lively because of her everyone adores her.”
Karan looks back at the little one, “Ohh, I see! So her name is TV?”
The manager laughs softly, “No, sir. Her name is Shivangi. Everyone lovingly calls her Shivi.”
Karan’s eyes light up, “Ohh… Shivi! That’s a lovely name.”
Little Shivi nods eagerly, her innocent face glowing, and in her bubbling baby voice says, “Hmm…”
Karan and the manager both laugh.
Then Karan takes her into his cabin and places her on his table. Her tiny legs dangle off the edge as her curious eyes wander all around the room. Karan looks at her with warmth; for the first time in a long while, he feels a soft corner awakening inside him, as if life still has gentleness to offer.
Shivi too begins chattering in her baby style sometimes playing with his pen, sometimes tracing little circles on the files. Each of her gestures makes Karan laugh.
When lunchtime comes, Karan specially orders a sandwich and chocolate juice for her. He carefully breaks the sandwich into little pieces and feeds her himself. After every bite, Shivi’s round eyes sparkle as she exclaims, “Yummm…!!”
A broad smile spreads across Karan’s lips. He thinks to himself, How adorable she is. Her parents must be so lucky to have her.
Just then, sipping her juice, Shivi mutters in her broken words, “Mumm…ma… Beee…at…!!”
Karan bursts out laughing and pulls her lovingly into his arms, “No… your Mumma won’t beat you. And if she ever does, you just call me, okay?”
TO BE COUNTINUE....!!!