...Preet...
I was returning back to Kabir when one of the waiter came and informed me that Kabir was waiting outside for me. I found it a bit absurd but after all these surprises I knew better than to underestimate my husband. So picking my top a bit higher I moved back outside. It was all dark outside and Kabir very well knew I was afraid of darkness so I would make sure he would pay for this.
I was about to call him when I felt a hand snaking from behind and instantly covering my mouth before I could speak a word. Within minutes I was harshly pulled towards the back exit of the mansion which wasn't frequently used the reason why we had less security here.
Before I could analyze anything and take the required action He pushed me hard throwing me inside a car with utmost harshness.
"Ahhh." I winced clutching my waist and he pushed me inside settling besides me asking the driver to move. My mouth was taped stopping me from raising my voice.
Next we know he came dangerously close to me and tried to unpin my dupatta. I swatted his hands of me.
In rage he clutched me from my waist pulling me closer to him harshly.

I let out a cry of pain as the car slowed down.
Opening the car he pulled me out with the same roughness.
The place looked shabby and old.
He dragged me to what seemed like a room. I tried running but he only clutched my waist harder.
Once in the room he removed the duct tape from my mouth making me scream.

"Let me go." I cried.

"Ah huh, not happening baby girl." He spoke.

"What do you want? Please let me go!" I cried harder.

"I want you and only you."

"I am Kabir's wife. Please let me go!" I exclaimed.

"That is exactly why you are here like this. You married that brat." He answered vehemently.

"If Kabir gets to know, he will kill you." I warned him as I tried running.
He held my wrist and pulled me back. His dirty rough hand roamed through my stomach as he clutched it harder applying pressure pulling me closer to him.

"Ahhhhhh..." I cried louder as he slammed me to a chair nearby.

"Nooo..." I screamed in the highest pitch I could as his hand roamed through my bare waist under my top.

"Leave me." I cried and struggled to free myself.

"No, baby you are mine. Only mine."

"I am only Kabir's. I am only his. Don't you dare touch me." I shouted in anger.
He held me tight from my waist and pulled me off the chair.

"No body can love you the way I do. And today I will make love to you my baby. I will make sure you shout my name in pleasure."

"You are an evil in disguise and remember one thing no matter what you can only have my body as my soul only belongs to Kabir." I replied, my tone getting low since I could feel the cuts on my hand because of the ropes I was tied with.

As soon as he heard me, his anger rose, he walked up next to me and slapped me and then kissed me forcefully. I didn't respond to his kiss, infuriated he opened my hands and pinned them above my head pushing me to the wall.
That caused a jerk on my spine making me wince.

He started kissing me.
All I did was struggle to get myself free.
I pushed him hard with all my strength and tried running away breaking a vase in the process, but he held the edge of my long kurta, yanking it half open exposing him a view I was certain I wasn't comfortable with.
I tried pulling my dress back but he pulled me with a harder force and pushed me in the bed nearby, I felt a deadly pain in my abdomen hovering me, he started kissing my neck and tried pushing my sleeve down exposing my shoulder.

"Leave me.", I cried trying to push him off.
He held both my hands in one of his and tore my right sleeve.

"Kabir." I cried louder as his nails left marks on my arms.

"It is Tarun, scream Tarun." He warned as I cried harder.

"Leave me." I sobbed.
He reached for my zipper but then suddenly he heard voices, i tried getting up and running but he pulled me back with a force dumping me back on the bed.
"One shout from you and I will make sure your brother and your dear husband won't be able to see another sunrise." He spoke through gritted teeth. Warning me not to move he went outside. I knew there was no escape but I also knew that I couldn't let him touch me again.

All my words came back to me.

"I will always be his."
"Mai aapki hi toh hu!"
(I am only yours)
"Preet toh sirf Kabir ki hai."
(Preet is only of Kabir)
"Mujhpar sirf aapka haq hai."
(Only you have the right on me)

It was only Kabir's right.
I scrambled my way to broken vase pieces.

"I am sorry Kabir." Were my last words before slitting my wrist amidst of my Chura which just proved that I was only destined to be his. And if I wasn't meant to be with him than I wasn't meant to live.
I hissed in pain, and slit my wrist again, deeper this time.
I could see blood dripping out from my wrist as I was slowly losing my consciousness, his face crossed my sight before I fell numb on the floor almost losing the left consciousness.
I would have closed my eyes if I wouldn't have heard his scream and the door breaking open.
Within seconds Zayn entered the room rushing towards me.

"Don't you dare close that eyes of yours." He warned.

"I am trying." I laughed as my breath got heavier.

"Kabir." I heard him shout and next I was in my husbands hold.

...Kabir...
It had been long since Preet had excused herself to help maa. I was worried since she hadn't have her dinner so I decided to look around for her. I found maa with some of our guests so I asked her about Preet's whereabouts. I was left with a Shock when maa informed that it had been long since she had completed the work and moved towards me. I was madly looking out for her when I felt a tug at my pant. I looked down to find Aryaman asking me to come upto his level so I knelt down.

"Where is Bui buddy?" He aksed .

"Even I am looking for your bui baby." I informed patting the little one's head.

"But bui was with you na in the behind wala garden." He pointed.

Back garden? With me? How was this possible?

"Who told you this buddy?" I asked careful not to scare him. By now even Zayn was a part of our conversation since he read the tension on my face.

"The wait uncle told bui that you are waiting for her behind." He said pointing to a waiter. Leaving Aryaman to Tara I grabbed hold of the waiter who informed that he was paid to do this. The party had come to a standstill. Singh uncle and Zayn were already trying to track Preet while I decided to check the CCTV footage which snatched the floor beneath my feet.
My Shortcake, My Jaan, My Preet was kidnapped by that asshole Tarun.

All of us were worried as we were trying to track them down when Tara suddenly said.
"They- they could be at our farmhouse. It's really old and was burned down 5years before." We decided to take the chance and reached the mentioned address within minutes with a police team. Fortunately we were at the right place and the commotion outside made that bast**d walk out. I grabbed him by collar punching him square on his face and guts as Zayn moved inside. Within minutes I heard Zayn shouting my name.
I punched the asshole harder once again and left him to Aryan's courtesy. I broke open the door only to find Preet falling on the floor, her left wrist bleeding while her right hand had a piece of a broken vase. Zayn trying to keep her awake.
She looked up at me with the little life left in her.

"Kabir.",she merely whispered. I ran towards her falling on my knees.

"Preet."

She opened her eyes a bit recognizing my touch and tears flew down her eyes.
"Shortcake my Jaan why did you do this. Who gave you the right to hurt something that belongs to me?" I cried collecting her in my arms.
"Only yours." She replied with great difficulty. These two words from her were her answers to all my questions.
"Baby I won't let anything happen to you."I spoke with determination as I picked her up and ran towards my car.
Aryan saw Preet and ran up to us leaving that asshole to Singh uncle.
He took the driving seat as I settled back with an almost unconscious Preet.

"Kabir!" She cried.
I myself was in tears.

"Jaan, you'll be fine." I promised her rubbing her cheeks.

"Kabir." She called out as if wanting to say something.

"Baby!" She cried harder and soon fell numb in my arms.

"Jaan, Jaan, open your eyes. No, please." I cried but she laid there lifeless.

"Baby, mera baccha, get up. Jaan." I patted her cheeks.

Aryan pulled out in front of a hospital and we dashed out with an unconscious Preet in my arms.

The doctors soon took her in as the rest of us sat out in the waiting area.
The guilt of not saving my girl eating me.
I should have known, how could I neglect her absence.

Each and every moment of us spent together came into my view as I closed my eyes.
No one dared to say a word. It was like all of us were already half dead. It had already been hours after which the doctor walked out.

"Mr. Malhotra." He called.
I stood up instantly rushing towards him.

"I am sorry." He said with a heavy heart.

"What are you talking about?" I shouted.

"We tried all we could but." He tried as I clutched his collars.

"But what?", Aryan shouted this time.

"I am sorry but we couldn't save the child and your wife is still critical."

"Child?" I asked merely in a whisper.

Tell me this is not true.

"Yes, your wife was 3 weeks Pregnant. She suffered a miscarriage because of the manhandling and blood loss. I am sorry." He said patting my shoulders.
As soon as the words sank in I fell down with a thud.
Aryan was quick enough to lighten the harshness of my fall.
He held me tight from shoulders hugging me as I heard sobs of everyone present here.

"Kabir you can't fall weak." He reminded me.

"Kabir you have to handle Preet."

"How will I? What will I tell her? I couldn't save our baby? I couldn't protect our child. My child Aryan, my Baby.
I couldn't save my child." I cried louder.

"Bhai you can't loose like this na? You have to handle Preet. Think how hard is it going to be for her? She had it inside her. It was already a part of her." Kavya pointed out side hugging me.

"Kavya mera baccha." (Kavya my child) I cried.

Maa was next as she sat next to me.

"Kabir, joh is duniya mai aaya hi nahi uske liye aansou bahane se behtar hume Preet pe dhyan dena hai na? Aaj tak woh hamari takat banti aayi hai, ab hum sab ko use sambhalna hai." (Kabir it didn't even enter the world yet, so you can't cry on him. Think about Preet you have to handle her. She has been our strength till now but from onwards we have to take care of her.) She asked and I nodded.

"Maa magar mai kaise?" (Maa, how?)

"Kabir teri Preet ko teri jarurat hai bacche!, tu himmat har jayega toh usse kaun sambhalega?" (Kabir your Preet need you. Of you fall weak who will handle her?)

Not only was my wife critical I also lost my first child.

I am man enough to accept I cried, who wouldn't I lost my baby.
Baby, baby, oh shit Preet knew about it.

"How are we going to tell this to Preet?" Tara spoke breaking the silence for the first time in two hours after we got the news.
Preet was still critical and all we could do was wait.
This was frustrating.

"She knows." I piped in.
"She knows she was pregnant." I repeated as I recalled her last words.
"KABIR, BABY."
"Baby!"

This broke me harder the last thing she begged me for was to save our child and I couldn't. Silent tears escaped Aryans eyes as he sat on the chair, his head in his hands. I went and sat next to him.

We kept waiting for what seemed like years when finally a doctor walked out informing us that Preet was gaining her consciousness. He said that even though she was out of danger she was still critical. He asked us not to stress her like it was possible.

I somehow gained courage and entered the I.C.C.U. while the others decided to wait at the entrance. Her eyes fluttered open as her voice was still rash.
"Kabirrr.." Preet called, her eyes still shut as she struggled.

"Preet, baccha I am right here shortcake." I assured her running next to her.

"Kabir.", she slid her oxygen mask to talk properly.

"Kabir our baby? It's fine na." She asked clutching her stomach where once our baby was.

I just couldn't answer her, well how do you tell your wife that I couldn't save our first child?

"Kabir bollo?"(Say something Kabir) She screamed louder.

"Theek hai na hamara baccha?"( our child is fine isn't it?) She asked louder this time.

"It couldn't make it, our child couldn't make it Preet." I told her. She held me tighter.

"No you are lying. Our baby can't leave us! Your Princess Kabir, our baby." She shouted placing my right hand on her tummy.
I just nodded negatively.
She looked around the room and screamed, "aap log bolo na inhe hamare baby ko kuch nahi hua." (Someone please tell him our baby is fine.)

"Preet." I tried sobering her since it was only deteriorating her already bad health.

"No Kabir." She begged.
She just wouldn't listen and kept screaming and then I did the unexpected.
I slapped her screaming
"She isn't anymore." Hugging her tight.

She had to get out of the shock.

It seemed bad but the worse was yet to come.

"Nooooo..! I want our baby back, I want our Baby. Kabir. Our first child."

"Preet, relax jaan. I know it's okay, just shushhh."

"Kabir mera baccha, our baby Kabir. I lost our Baby. I lost your Princess. It's all because of me. I couldn't save her. Our baby Kabir."

"Preet, no jaan stop blaming yourself, baby everything will be fine. Please baby you've got to be strong." I begged her.

"Nooo Kabir, I want our baby. It was us inside me, you and me. I want it back." She cried louder this time clutching my shirt tighter.

"Mee too, Preet. Mee too." I tried soothing her but who was I kidding.
I only knew this for about hours and I already felt half dead on losing it. Preet had already felt it, it was growing inside her.
Suddenly she started breathing deeply and her hold fell loose.
Abhi quickly monitored her palpitations as she fell numb once again.
It was hard for him too, Preet was his sister and his best friend too.

"Fu*k, she is sinking." He shouted as a bunch of nurses and doctors rushed in.
The rest of the family members were ushered out.
Aryan stood next to me as they connected Preet with numerous IV's.

Both of us too shocked to respond.

"Kabir!" Aryan called out pointing towards the monitor that displayed Preet's heart beat scaling low.

"She'll be fine." I told him.
I walked him out of the intensive care unit. I couldn't let him spoil his health. I had already lost a lot I couldn't loose him.
I made him sit on a chair as I knelt in front of him.

"Aryan, listen to me." I called him as I found him spaced out.
He wasn't listening to any of our calls so I did the only thing that struck me, I shook him hard.
This broke his trance.

"Kabir Preet, Kabir my Princess. She, her baby, your baby." It seemed like he was at a loss of words.

"Aryan, she'll be fine. You have to be strong. I can't do this alone Aryan. I can't loose her. We have to get her back." I begged Aryan as he hugged me and sobbed.

All the strength I pulled in front of Preet seemed to be vanished as I broke down.

"Mera baccha." (My child), I cried on his shoulders.

The night passed away leaving it's darkness in our lives. If Preet was critical the rest weren't better.

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Shocked? I was too when I was writing this. To be true I too cried writing this. But in all honesty life ain't all about happiness, rainbows and ponies it's about the ups and and downs. Life ain't a fairytale but Love sure is. Love is your only support to stand every time you fall. To love means to respect, to care, to trust and most importantly to be there.

Please do tell me how was the chapter?
Waiting eagerly for your response.

-Khwaish.