47. Broken

I'm sorry about the baby, but I was forced.

Why abortion, Samaira. It was our love....our baby.

Abhimaan tightens his hold on the steering wheel while driving to their home. He was losing himself every passing moment when still he was trying hard to hold himself.

Everyone has some past, and he is fine with everything but it has to be in past, completely. He clenched hard speeding the car and making an innocent and scared soul tremble. She couldn't say anything, he was angry and she is just scared of this.

But she needs to clear everything to him. She doesn't why Rajat said all this, why he suddenly lied on her face or to him but she can't bear this uncertainty in his eyes for her.

Thunderstorms and heavy winds were making her more nervous, ...looks like it was going to rain soon.

Between the ride, he didn't care about the speed breakers and other signals. It was late night and there was no rush on the roads, she was thankful for that or today must something would have happened too