He got out of the room and our eyes met. I took a step towards him. My heart was beating fast and time seemed to have slowed down. This is the man I had chosen to spend the rest of my life with and this is the man I separated from. 

But he was also the man, I cared about deeply and maybe I still loved him. 

Before I could utter another word, a wave of nauseousness hit my head and I felt something rising up my throat.  Before I knew it, I was running towards the bathroom. A look of concern washed upon Aman's face and he called out after me but I had already rushed towards the bathroom. 

I bolted it from inside and before I knew it, I was throwing up. 

"Mira? Are you okay?" he called out. I guess he had followed me. "Let me come in. Your face had turned completely pale all of a sudden...say something?"

"I'm...I will be right out in a second," I managed to get the words out.  

Ten minutes later I got out and Aman was waiting on the bed. 

"Did you eat something bad?" he asked and handed a glass of water to me. 

"Just some pasta but that was so long ago. Around six thirty in the morning....," I said, "Anyway I want to talk about something."

"Sure, what is it?" 

"I hate you for leaving me when I needed you the most and I hate myself for having a hostile uterus," I said.  "All this caused me to get bitter and I guess, I started feeling really detached from you. I thought I wasn't perfect enough for you anymore so you would leave me soon anyway. So I..."

"So you left me before I could leave you?"

"You had already left anyway. You found a job somewhere."

"Mira!" he looked at me confused. He had gotten up and was pacing back and forth. "Where do I even begin?"

"What?" 

"You aren't perfect enough for me because you weren't a baby making machine anymore? Did you even talk to me about this? How could you make such a big decision for both of us?

And I was going for two months. Yes I could not come back as much as I thought I would but so what? That all of a sudden means I don't want to be with you anymore? I'm not perfect Mira. I can make mistakes too. I can misunderstand too. I made one and you decided we need to divorce?"

"Aman, I ..I thought.." 

"I don't care what you thought. Did you think of talking to me about this? You just cut me off. You picked fights over every little thing, you stopped living with me and before I knew it I was getting divorce notices."

"It's not like I enjoy fighting with you Aman. If I had doubts, it's only because you made me distrust you." 

He didn't say anything and kept looking at me. 

"I'm done Mira." 

"Done?"

"I'm not staying here anymore. I am selling our old place and I'm shifting to Mumbai. I will be gone in a couple of months. You are welcome to stay here as long as you want."

"Aman, why are you being like this?"

He didn't reply and walked away. 

**

THREE WEEKS LATER

"This place is perfect," I said and looked around. "What do you think?" I asked Kartik. 

"It's small."

Exactly the kind of reply one would get from a man living in a mansion. 

It wasn't small. It was a nice two bedroom apartment in a great building. This place was close to work as well. Three days ago I had the pleasure of owning it officially and now it was mine. Kartik was the first one to visit though as my mom had refused to speak to me after I stopped going to the therapist again. 

No one else knew I was getting my own place except Kartik. 

"Why don't you stay with your mom? Or maybe you could ask Aman to sell your old place back to you?"

"Aman has not picked up a single one of my call. He has not replied to any of my messages and last I talked to his brother, he was in a bar at 3 a.m. If you want more details then it was actually a strip club. Happy?" 

"Mira.."

"Look, don't look at me with pity. This is what I wanted and now he wants it too. We were not meant to be together. That's just life. Now all I want to do is concentrate on my work and my new house which you might think is small but I think it's perfect for two people to live in!"

"What did you just say?"

"Do I need to repeat all of it again?" I asked irritated.

"Two people? Who else is living here with you?"

Uh-oh, busted!

"Only if all goes well,  I do have a hostile uterus. I'm only five weeks along," I said in a hurry. 

"You are pregnant?" He asked completely shocked. 

"Yes!"

He looked shocked and sat down immediately. He looked at me and then at the floor. "And who is the father?"

"Aman." 

"Heard of children coming before getting married but not after getting divorced! Well, who is he to leave you in this time?"

"He doesn't know and I would like to keep it that way." 

"Mira, you are going to be staying here all alone and in this condition! Are you out of your mind?" 

"If you tell anyone, I am never speaking to you again Kartik!"

He seemed to be in deep thought. 

I was late and had taken a pregnancy test a week earlier. When the positive test came along, I was definitely shocked. And then scared. 

SCREW THE DOCTORS WHO SAID I HAVE A HOSTILE UTERUS!

But my doctor seems to be really confident that if I'm watched regularly, then they could save the baby this time if something were to happen again. 

But then the biggest question arose. Do I want this baby?

Things are definitely different now. This child will have to grow up without a father. How can you bring up a child in an environment where the father hates the mother? And most importantly, Aman is doing so well and expanding his business, shifting base to Mumbai, holding him down again with this is definitely not good for him.

After that day, I called him everyday but he never picked up. He wasn't staying with any family member either and his mom made sure I never knew where he was. Somehow I got a hold of his brother, who told me about the strip club. 

After that I stopped calling. He was out there having fun and .. I was probably just irritating him. 

"But I do have a doctor's appointment, can you take me please?" I said. 

He frowned and then sighed. He grabbed his car eyes and I followed.