"Bharti, please."
She was walking away from him, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Leave me alone, Fahad! You promised me that you would always love me and now you're doing this! We have a baby to think about and you're running out. Well, I don't need you! I don't need anybody! I can take care of this baby without you or anyone else!" He followed her. "Come on, sweetu. Please don't do this. I never meant for this to happen. You've got to understand my situation."
She glared at him. "Your situation? What about mine? I'm the one who's pregnant. My father won't even talk to me unless I get an abortion. He detests me, his own daughter. Well, I won't do it. Nobody can make me! I'll leave and start a new life for myself! I don't need your help, Fahad! Run to Dehradun! Go ahead! I don't care anymore!"
"Bharti!" He grabbed her hands. "I love you! Please don't do this. Please understand!"
"No." She shook her head and shrugged him off. "I can't understand you, Fahad. I just can't."
The way she looked at him broke his heart. Tears poured down her face like a torrent.
"I hate you!" she told him. "I never want to see you again, Mr. Fahad Ali!"
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Bharti was making Kiya's breakfast and staring out of the window at the pouring rain. She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't heard the doorbell ring.
"Mumma." Kiya was tugging at her Tee top.
"Somebody rang the bell, Mumma."
Bharti blinked. "I didn't hear it."
She walked through the living room to answer the ringing of the bell. She opened it and was greeted by a very wet and good looking man. He grinned at her. "Good morning. Am I too late for breakfast?"
She returned his smile. "No. Not too late before you came."
"Please?"
She laughed and allowed him inside.
"Kunal!" Kiya came running into the living room.
"Hey,Cutiepie!" He held his arms out to her and Kiya ran into them. He scooped her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "How's my favorite girl?"
She giggled. "I thought Mummy was your favorite girl."
"She is. She's my favorite big girl. You're my favorite little girl." He put her back down on the floor and then turned to Bharti. "How're you doing?" he asked her softly and very gently touched her cheeks.
"Okay. I'm making breakfast. Come into the kitchen."
They all went inside.
"Coffee?" Bharti asked him as he sat at the table.
"Sure. Thanks. Hey, Browny." He bent down to pet the little puppy. "Browny," Kiya called and sat down to pick the animal up in her arms.
"Not in the kitchen, sweetie." Bharti told her. "Go in the bathroom and wash your hands. Your breakfast is almost ready."
"Okay, Mumma." Kiya stood up and obediantly did as she was told. While she was gone, Kunal smiled at Bharti again. "It's nasty outside. I wonder if it's ever going to stop raining."
"I'm sure it will." She popped some bread into the toaster. "Are you off today?"
He nodded. "Yes I have taken two days leave." He was a lecturer at a degree college.
"Good." She brought a mug to the table for him.
"Bharti." He gently grabbed her wrist.
"What is it?" She looked at him.
"Sit down for a minute."
"I've got my Aloo parathas on the stove."
He shook his head. "Don't care. Sit, just for a minute." He pulled her down onto his lap. He put his arms around her.
"What is it?" she asked again.
"Nothing." He kissed her on the lips. "I just want to hold you for a minute."
"Kunal..."
"Come on, Bharti, you know how I feel about you."
"I know, but..."
He kissed her again. "I love both of you. When are we going to be more than just friends?"
She sighed deeply. "The parathas are burning." She stood up. She went to the stove to check the parathas. The toast popped and she put two more slices in.
"What are we going to do, Bharti?"
Kunal was persistent. She had known him for two years, ever since he had moved to their apartment complex. He was a very brave and courageous man, strong and muscular. He had short blond hair and big radiating eyes. He was very good looking and sweet and kind. At 28, he was a bit older than she but he never looked down on her. He was always respectful of her and he adored Kiya.
"Kunal..."
He shook his head. "I promised you that I wouldn't rush you but it has been two years already. I can't wait for you forever, you know."
She smiled as she put the juice and butter on the table. "I don't expect you to."
"You want to tell me why you won't see me?"
She smiled again. "You're such an old man. I'm only 21 and you're already 28. That's a big age difference. It would be not be fair."
"Very funny." said Kunal
"I can't, Kunal. You know that. I like being just friends. It's comfortable. You're a great guy."
"But you don't want to be involved."
"I can't. You know that."
He watched her as she put the parathas on a plate. "That guy really messed you up, didn't he?"
She pretended to be confused. "Which guy?"
"Kiya's father, Farhan."
"You mean Fahad?"
"You know who I mean."
She brought the plate to the table. "Kunal, please, not now."
Kiya came running back into the kitchen and took her place at the table. She smiled. "Mmm.Aloo parathas. Watery mouth." Kunal grinned at her. "Me too, Cutiepie. I love it too."
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Credit: My friend really helped me with this chapter and the next which I'll be updating soon. She told me how to write it as I had messed this chapter big time😆. Thank you, Taani😳
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