Mumbai.

Author's POV,

She glanced at him and sat straight on the seat.

She took a long breath and said in a defeated tone,

"I told you the truth but you do not believe me, What do you want to listen to? Tell me. I will say it to satisfy you."

"Now slut got a tongue also. I will count until three if you are ready to spill out the beans then it's good for you or if you can't then let me fuck you, sweetheart." He said with a smirk plastered on his handsome face.

"I am telling you the truth...Ayaan," she said in fear of losing her baby, she knew how sadistic the man could become at times, but he ignored her words and started to count.

"One,"

"I don't have any relationship with him..please believe me Ayaan."

"Two,"

"He is just a childhood friend of mine."

"Three,"

"I slept with him, and now I am pregnant with his baby.....Do whatever you want," Priti blurted out she was tired of his sick behaviour.

Ayaan glanced at her with anger-filled eyes.

His eyes were filled with extreme rage, and after looking at his expression she regretted what she said.

He grabbed her neck and pressed her on the seat, he was choking her neck without any mercy.

Tears left the corner of her eyes and she felt like she would die of suffocation, her breathing became heavy, and she tried to voice out but failed miserably,

"What did you say?" he asked in an infuriated voice, his nerves were burning with anger and jealousy.

She was his to touch, to fuck, to destroy, and to kill, he can't even imagine another man touching a single hair strand of her and here she was telling him that a cheap man fucked her.

She was trying to speak but he was choking her neck so tightly that she was barely able to take a breath, speaking was far away from that.

Tears were dripping out of her eyes thinking that she would die with her baby in her womb.

She regretted her words, the baby inside her womb was his child, of course, the man who ever touched her in that way was only him, the man who took her virginity, who made her feel those foreign feelings, the man who made her feel wanted and loved, he was the one who made her love herself without any insecurity.

The baby inside her womb was his, but she yelled out those words in frustration, he was sick and she was fed up with his revenge game.

But She knew if she told him the truth also, there would be no difference.

She doesn't trust him anymore, and there was no way she would ever trust him, once she blindly trusted him to give her everything without a single question, she submitted herself to him, but he broke her trust and made her feel vulnerable.

She was sure he was not going to leave her When she told him that she was pregnant and the baby in her womb wasn't his, she knew how insecure, she felt whenever she let any man come near her she still lied to him, knowing the consequence of telling him that the baby was his, it was like both sides weren't in her favour.

He left her neck and glanced at her beautiful face, which was stained with tears, her face was red.

She was coughing so badly and was looking as if he had held her neck for a few minutes more, She would have died out of breath.

"I knew that one day you were going to show your blood colour but I didn't know that you were going to show it this quickly."

"You know what Priti? You are much more worst than that whore mother of yours. Look whore I knew that you are slut, but I didn't know that you are this cheap to sleep with any man for money. Look at yourself what do you have? Come on Do you know in our society who has dark skin like you people call them ugly? I am just doing good by keeping you by my side," He said with venom dripping from each word.

Her eyes turned towards him making more tears spill out of them, how could she fall in love with this man, she didn't keep quiet and shouted in anger.

"Enough Mr. Singhaniya. If I am ugly, then why do you touch me, I never begged you to touch me. It was you who made me helpless to accept it without any question, When you fucked me day and night, Didn't you remember that I am ugly? Why did you touch me then? I am whore then who you are? A manwhore and cheater, Don't you remember your wife when you spent every night with me in my bed, she is pregnant with your baby, don't you care about your kid, you know What you are more disgusting than me," Priti shouted not caring about the consequence of her words.

"Tsk, Sweetheart, your outburst also sounds so sexy, I am so hard now, do you want to feel it?"

He held her small hand and kept it on his manhood, letting her feel his hardness.

"Btw, you are good at acting If I knew about your hidden talent, I would have loved to give you a try in films just like modelling," She felt disgusted and tried to move her hand away but he held her hand tightly and again his expression turned gloomy.

"Why sweetheart are you feeling disgusting? Or you are missing your lover, huh!"

She struggled to get out of his hold but he tightened it more and asked, "Btw, where did he touch you?"

He touched her breast and asked, "here?"

He touched her naked waist, "here?"

He grabbed her clothed sex and asked, "Or here?"

She wasn't shocked at all. He is the most shameless man she had seen in her life, it isn't new for him not for her also. But it always felt humiliating to her.

"I beg you Ayaan I can't fight with you anymore, please let go of me, Mahira is pregnant with your baby. Go and take care of her. Why are you wasting your time on a useless girl like me? Now you can't even use me to take out your frustration." She said with a crying and defeated face.

"Sweetheart you know that it's hard for me, I can't leave you without taking my revenge and you know that. You have to pay for your mother's sins that she committed by destroying my mother's life. Do you think you can live a peaceful life without paying enough price?" Ayaan stated in a sinister voice caressing her private area shamelessly.

"What do you want now Ayaan? I don't have anything to lose. you already took everything from me and for that, I will never forgive you. I hate you with my whole heart. My hate for you is undying and it will never be going to pause. I hate you in the same way I used to love you once. And more than that I hate the fact that I was born from her womb," Priti shouted in pain and anger.

Something changed in his expression but he quickly masked them with a blank look and let out,

"I don't care if you hate me or love me. It's just about my revenge. The day when I will feel satisfied after punishing you enough for their crime I will think about leaving you." He said not caring about her state.

She looked at him with teary eyes and asked, "What do you want from me Ayaan?"

She asked that question in the hope of her freedom but his answer just left her in pure trauma.

He pulled her towards himself holding her waist. He was holding her with one hand and with the other hand he caressed her stomach smoothly not putting weight on it.

"Abort it."

"Huh?"

"I SAID ABORT THE THING GROWING INSIDE YOUR WOMB PRITI."

Smack!!

Priti didn't think and slapped him hard on his face, She was furious, saying a mother to abort her unborn child was the worst thing any mother would want to listen but today he crossed each limit.

Ayaan just kept his hand on his cheek, it wasn't the first time he was slapped by her and it didn't even anger him.

"I will die before killing my baby Mr. Singhaniya. What would have happened if someone had asked the same thing to your mother? God is watching you, Ayaan." She shouted at him and pushed him away from her.

She was ready to get out of the car but he pulled her inside and slammed his lips on her....