Pune,
Nighttime,
In the hospital,
At this moment, loud screams were coming from inside an emergency ward, as if a woman was in labor. Outside, a man was pacing nervously. Suddenly, he muttered to himself,
"She’s in so much pain. I can’t see my wife suffering like this. You wanted a child, didn’t you? But seeing my wife in so much pain, how can I ever love children?"
As he asked himself this question, the man began trembling with anger. Moments later, the emergency ward door opened. The moment the door opened, the man rushed toward it and said impatiently,
"How is my wife? Why was she in so much pain? Is she alright? If anything has happened to her, I won’t spare any of you!"
The doctors, startled by his words, replied,
"Mr. Thakre, why are you so anxious? It was just a normal delivery, and women do experience this kind of pain."
Hearing this, Rohan Thakre snapped angrily,
"No! I can’t become a father by putting my wife through so much suffering. I love my wife more than anything, even more than children. So first, tell me if she’s alright or not!"
The doctors exchanged hesitant glances. At that moment, Rohan’s words seemed utterly irrational to them. A normal delivery was nothing out of the ordinary, but seeing how frantic Rohan was for his wife, the doctors, hesitating, said,
"She’s unconscious right now. She’ll regain consciousness in a while. But shouldn’t you at least ask whether you have a son or a daughter?"
Rohan, enraged, said,
"I don’t care! That child has come into this world by causing my wife so much pain. I will never forgive them for it. Take them away from my sight. I only care about my wife—just my wife!"
Saying this, the man stormed inside. The doctors stood there, utterly shocked, just staring at one another.
Rohan walked straight inside. The moment he entered, his eyes fell on the bed, where a beautiful woman lay unconscious.
Her beauty was extraordinary, but her face had turned pale. Rohan stared at his wife for a few seconds, then rushed to her side. He grabbed her hand tightly and said,
"Janvi, are you okay? Nothing happened to you, right? I’m sorry, Janvi! I didn’t know that labor would be this painful. If I had realized, I would never have asked you to have a child. We were enough for each other. We didn’t need a child. But because of the child that caused all this, I’ll never forgive them. Please wake up. You know how much I love you, don’t you? I can do anything for you—anything. So, please, open your eyes!"
Saying this, Rohan kept tapping her face repeatedly. Slowly, Janvi’s eyes began to open.
As her eyes opened, her gaze met Rohan’s deep, dark eyes. The moment Rohan saw her regain consciousness, a big smile spread across his face. He immediately kissed her forehead and said,
"My Janvi is awake! My love, you have no idea how worried I was for you. When you were screaming in pain, I felt like I was going insane. But now that you’re awake, I’m so relieved."
Saying this, he started kissing her forehead and her entire face again. Suddenly, fear filled Janvi’s eyes, and she whispered nervously,
"You didn’t do anything to my baby, did you?"
The moment Janvi said this, the love in Rohan’s eyes suddenly turned into cruelty and rage. The next second, his grip on Janvi’s face tightened, causing her to let out a painful gasp.
Janvi’s eyes were now filled with fear, but Rohan, pressing her face harder, said,
"Here I am, so worried about you, and all you care about is the baby? To be honest, you never loved me. It was always me who loved you. You’ve always only cared about your children, and even now, after regaining consciousness, you’re asking about the baby! You don’t even care that I’ve been agonizing over you for the past two and a half hours!"
As he said this, he tightened his grip further. Tears of pain rolled down Janvi’s cheeks, and in a weak voice, she whispered,
"Rohan, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. It’s not like that. You’re misunderstanding."
But Rohan shouted angrily,
"Misunderstanding, huh? What do you want to say? That the child is important to you? If that’s the case, then fine. I won’t let that child stay in your life!"
As soon as he said this, Janvi’s eyes widened in terror, and she stammered anxiously,
"Rohan, no! You can’t do that. Rohan, you know that’s your child too, right? I didn’t bring them into this world alone, did I? So why are you doing this to your own child?"
In response, Rohan laughed like a devil and said,
"Of course, it’s my child. But for me, you’re the most important. However, it seems like the child is more important to you. And you know very well that everyone who has ever been important in your life apart from me—I’ve either ruined them or burned them alive. So what’s that child to me?"
Hearing this, Janvi felt the ground slip from under her feet, and she just stared at him in utter shock.
