Parvati pov

As I settled Ayush into his crib, watching his small chest rise and fall with each sleepy breath, my mind drifted to the time when everything started—when my life took a turn I could have never imagined.

It all began the night I made a mistake I could never take back. Kabir and I had gone out to celebrate a mutual friend’s success. The night had been filled with laughter, memories, and a few too many drinks. One thing led to another, and before I could think it through, I had crossed a line I never intended to with my best friend.

A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. Panic consumed me. I wasn’t ready for this—not emotionally, not mentally, not in any way. My first instinct was to end it. I made up my mind to have an abortion, but I couldn’t go through it alone. I reached out to Kabir, hoping for support, expecting him to understand. But to my shock, he refused to help me.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my parents’ angry voices. Kabir had gone to my house and told them everything—about the pregnancy, about that night. He told them he wanted to marry me. I felt betrayed, humiliated, and furious. How could he make such a decision without me?

My parents were livid, not at him, but at me. They were more concerned about what people would say than about how I felt. I pleaded with them, cried, begged them to listen to me, but it was like my words fell on deaf ears. Their minds were made up.

Two months later, I became Mrs. Kabir Sharma. The ceremony was rushed, simple, and devoid of any joy. All I could feel was the weight of my tears and the crushing realization that my life was no longer my own. I was trapped in a marriage I never wanted, carrying a child I wasn’t ready for, with a man I could no longer trust.