Hey guys. How are you all? Thank you everyone for your comments in last chapter. I know reading last chapter was not easy for you all,but trust me this what I had planned for swasan since the day I started the book. Those who are saying that this ain't fair,I would like to say that life is not fair. Always you don't end up with the person you love.

Chapter-30
**Unrequited Promises **

Swara's POV:

I always believed in fairy tales. I believed that one day a boy would come into my life and everything would change. I would fall in love and so would he. And we would live happily ever after.

But no, it was a lie.

Indeed a boy came into my life but he was not the Prince Charming I always dreamt of. He was a devil who broke me. He fractured my trust to an extent that I didn't know if it would ever heal. Maybe I would never hate Sanskar but I could never love him the way I used to.

How could you hurt me, Sanskar, the way you did?

Never in my life could I have imagined that someone I loved so much, shared precious moments with, my husband, would be the person to turn my world upside down. Whoever said time heals everything lies, time never heals, in fact, with every passing moment, you feel more pain. 

I wish I could learn to forget his smile and the moments we shared. But I couldn't forget him because he was my life. I loved him more than he would ever know. My feelings for him were true and would always remain the same.

The hardest thing was to go on with your life without the person whom you thought would be constant throughout your life.

But I hated you Sanskar. 

No matter how much I tried not to think about him, somehow my mind drifted to him. Even the whisper of his name in my mind made my heart skip a beat.

"Eat something," Kabir's voice brought me out of my thoughts. 

"No. I'm not hungry," I said turning my face away.

"Swara, don't be stubborn. It's been two months. Are you planning to stay like this forever? Sanskar has moved on in his life then why can't you? Your life is not over here, Swara," Kabir spoke angrily. 

"What do you expect me to do? Move on easily as nothing happened? He never loved me and that's why it was easy for him to move on unlike me who gave away my soul to him. Each second reminds me of him. You'll never understand what I'm going through," I wept while holding Kabir. 

"I'm sorry, Swara, but I can't see you broken like this. You are my sister. It pains me to see you like this," he said while patting my back.

"Sorry for snapping at you," I apologized.

"If you want my apology then eat this," he wiped my tears.

"I am not hungry. Seriously," I said.

"Shut up and eat," Kabir smacked my head.

"I hate you," I faked anger.

"I love you too. Now eat," he said, handing me the plate of food.

Under normal circumstances, a plate full of rice and my favourite paneer curry would have excited me but it did not that day. Maybe it was the aftermath of a heartbreak. Picking up the plate, I placed a morsel of food in my mouth. But I felt like I made the biggest mistake of my life. Placing a hand to cover my mouth ,I dashed over to the washroom. Standing in front of the sink ,I puked my guts out. I puked until my stomach felt empty.

Did I puke a month's food?

But I puked yesterday and did so the day before yesterday too. It had become my habit since the last few days to puke whenever I ate something. After puking, I washed my face and rinsed my mouth. Suddenly I felt very weak. I came out of the washroom to face a very concerned Kabir looking at me.

"Are you alright?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I just nodded my head.

But I immediately regretted it because my eyesight felt dark and I was about to fall down on the floor had it not been for Kabir, who held me.

"You don't look okay to me," he said, making me sit on a nearby couch.

"Here, drink water," he gave me a glass of water. "Get ready. We are going to the hospital now,'' he said.

As I had no strength left to argue, I nodded my head. The entire ride to the hospital was silent. Kabir's face was tense. I had no idea why he was worrying too much about simple food poisoning. When we reached the hospital, he helped me to get out of the car as I was feeling a bit weak.

"Do you mind me accompanying you inside?" he asked me.

"No. Why would I mind?" I was astonished by his question.

"Good morning," the doctor greeted us.

"Doctor, for the past few days, she can't even drink water without throwing up," Kabir said.

"Okay," the doctor nodded her head.

"When was the last time you had your period?" she asked me.

What the hell? How can she ask me such a question in front of Kabir?

"I don't remember," then it suddenly struck me. Last month, I did not have my period and not even this month.

"Two months ago..." I said in a low voice.

"Take this and just follow the instructions written on the kit," she said, giving me two pregnancy kits.

Oh God!

I took the kits from her and looked at Kabir. He gave me a reassuring nod and I went to the washroom attached in that cabin. Closing the washroom door, I exhaled the breath that I had been holding since long. With shaky hands, I tore the packet and peed on them.

Just two minutes, Swara.

"We need to wait for two minutes." the doctor said.

"Relax Swara," Kabir held my shoulders.

"Kabir... I can't be..." I stammered.

"Don't worry. Just calm down," he held my shoulders firmly.

"Congratulations, Mrs.Swara Maheswari. You are pregnant," the doctor said, breaking my little ray of hope.

How could that be possible? How could I be pregnant? We did it only two times?

"I want to go home, Kabir," I dashed out of the room followed by Kabir.

When we reached home, I did not wait for him to get down. I ran to my room and closed the door. I hugged the pillow tightly and cried.

Now what would happen to my baby? How could I raise my baby alone? This cruel society would not let my baby live peacefully. How could I raise a baby? A real human child? My mind was still trying to register it. My hand automatically went to my stomach.

"I love you, baby."

"Swara, open the door," Kabir was continuously banging on the door.

I immediately got up from the bed and opened the door.

"Swara," he hugged me. "I am so happy for you," he said with a smile.

He bent down and spoke to my baby.

"Hey, champ! Welcome. You are so lucky that you are going to have the world's most handsome Mamu," he said.

"Kabir, I've decided something," I said.

"What?" he asked while still smiling.

"I'll abort the baby."

Suddenly, I felt a sting on my cheek.

Kabir slapped me.

"Are you fucking mad, Swara? What the hell is wrong with you? You want to kill your own child? Your own blood and flesh? How can you be so selfish?" he yelled at me.

"I am being selfish? Really? You have no idea what tag my baby will be labelled with. My husband has already called me a slut and whore. I don't want the society to call my baby illegitimate and fatherless. I can't raise a baby alone," I said to him.

"Who said you are alone? I'm with you. This child is going to have his or her Mamu," he said.

"It's easy to say that, Kabir. What will happen to us after your marriage? I know Sanvi is a good person, but no wife wants her husband to take care of someone else," I said.

"If this is what happens after marriage then I don't want to marry. You are not just anyone. You are my sister. You came into my life before Sanvi came. I love you more than I love Sanvi. If she can't understand our bond, then I don't want to marry her," Kabir's voice was very firm.

"Why do you want to destroy your life for me?" I asked him.

"Because you are my sister and I love you. And always remember, Swara, some things in life aren't in our control. And we have to find a way to face them," Kabir said with a smile.

I have a reason to smile again in my life. My pregnancy was indeed the best news, but I was a fool to even think about aborting my child.

I apologised to my baby.

A part of me was sad because this child would never get to see his father but I was happy that now I was not alone. I had my baby. I had a reason to live, and I would do anything to keep my baby happy.

"Kabir," I wiped my tears.

"Yes," he replied.

"Promise me that you'll never tell Sanskar about my pregnancy. This child is not his. It's only mine," I said.

He just nodded his head.

Everything happens for a reason, however hard it may be. It's just sometimes hard to find those reasons.

"Swara, this baby is Sanskar's last symbol with you, metaphorically speaking, so always cherish it," Kabir said and left the room.

Finally, I'm done with this. I'm so tired that I'm going to sleep now.

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Yesterday, I updated an OS, and it's on Sahad, so please read it. It's in my book named "Love Stories ". That topic is very different from all the topics I've ever written.

Next part is the epilogue and I'll post it on Friday.

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