“Ummm….. this is so good. This is the best I have ever had.” she moaned.
Hair disheveled, sweat beaded her forehead and upper lip, her eyes glassed over with ecstasy, her face had the aura of someone having a religious experience. He looked at her as she took another bite of the luscious, juicy mango.
Black eye, healing nose, a gash just below her left eyebrow. Purple bruises all over her right arm. Plus she limped with every step. Walking had to be agony.
Battered woman – he just knew from looking at her.
She, meanwhile, was reliving the fight from last night, that had made her the WBA’s* flyweight champion.
*WBA – World Boxing Association
Time had forgotten this house, all looked exactly the way it had from 20 years ago. He had changed, as had his family, though. Then, they prayed for his return, now they grimaced and cringed. Coming home isn’t all it’s made out to be when you’re abducted by a pedophile and have served time as one
“Let’s run away together.” he said. She’d almost nodded, yes when he added “Leave the child, I’m not raising another man’s kid.”
Her mind flashed back to her wedding night when another man said “This child will always know me as his father, if you allow it.”
She walked away from her first love, grateful
“Vibha, Neeti’s in the hospital and I’m being told she’s not my child.” he said tightly.
“Wha…. how??” Vibha stuttered, shocked
“How’s she, you ask?” he said and then “April Fool, Mom, we got you good, didn’t we?” yelled Neeti in the background.
How did you find out, not, how’s she was my question, thought Vibha, ashamed