AUTHOR’S POV

This day was no different in Gauri’s life.

Gauri, a 20-year-old young woman, was pregnant for the fourth time. The weight of her swollen belly wasn’t the only burden she carried—her heart was heavy with grief. Her other three babies had never seen the light of day. All three had been girls.

Her husband, Suresh, a 28-year-old drunkard, only knew how to drink and abuse. He craved for a son, a boy who would carry his family’s name forward. They lived in a tiny, remote village on the outskirts of Mumbai.

Every time Gauri conceived, the cycle was the same. For the first five months, Suresh would act like the most loving husband in the world—caring for her, pampering her, making her feel special. But once the fifth month arrived, his true face would return. He would take her for a “special checkup,” which was actually a sex-determination test. If the baby was a girl, he would force her to take abortion pills or drag her to a doctor to get it done.

The first time it happened, Gauri had no idea about his intentions. She was new to the world of marriage and deeply in love with her husband. When he told her he was taking her for a regular checkup, she trusted him completely.

The next day, Suresh handed her a pill, telling her it was “good for her health and the baby.” Naively, she swallowed it. Within hours, excruciating pain tore through her body. She bled heavily, screaming in agony, until she was rushed to the hospital.

There, the doctor delivered the crushing news:

“The baby is gone. We’ll need to clean her womb immediately.”

Those words shattered Gauri. She cried endlessly, refusing to eat for days.

A month later, when her tears had barely dried, Suresh sweet-talked and manipulated her. He told her, “Don’t worry, our baby will come back. This time, we’ll take care of everything.”

Blinded by love and hope, Gauri agreed and became pregnant again. But the nightmare repeated itself. As soon as Suresh discovered it was a girl, he forced her to take another pill. And just like before, the baby was gone.

Two months later, he coerced her into bed again, ignoring her pain and trauma, and she conceived for the third time. This time, Gauri felt something was off. When Suresh took her for the test, she directly asked the doctor, her voice trembling,

“What test are you doing?”

The doctor glanced at Suresh nervously before replying, “It’s a… sex-determination test.”

Gauri froze. Though she had only studied till the 10th grade, she wasn’t foolish. She understood immediately. When the test ended, she asked the doctor softly, almost in a whisper,

“Tell me… what is my baby’s gender?”

The doctor hesitated, then muttered, “It’s a girl.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Tears pooled in her eyes as she forced out another question,

“And… the previous two babies?”

The doctor looked away and answered reluctantly, “They were girls too.”

The truth struck her like lightning.

When they stepped outside, Gauri couldn’t even look at Suresh. She turned and walked away, her feet trembling but her will strong.

Suresh immediately realized she knew everything. Panic surged through him, and he ran after her, shouting her name as they headed toward their house.

As soon as he saw her, he pulled her close, cupping her face with concern.

“What happened, Gaurii..?” he asked softly.

Her eyes brimmed with tears, her lips trembling as she whispered, “You... you killed our daughters. Why did you kill them..?”

Suresh’s jaw tightened, his chest rising and falling as he tried to control his anger. Then, in a chillingly calm and sweet tone, he said,

“Because who needs a girl, Gaurii? A boy can do everything for us. I’m sure one day you’ll get pregnant with a son. Just a few more pregnancies, and it will happen.”

Gaurii stared at him, horrified. “No! I won’t kill my daughters! They are our children !”

That was the moment his patience snapped. With a swift, harsh movement, he gripped her hair tightly, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“I said I need a boy, not a girl!” he growled.

For the first time, Gaurii saw the monstrous rage burning in the same eyes that once overflowed with love. Her voice broke as she pleaded,

“Please... don’t kill our daughters, please…”

But before she could say another word, his hand struck her cheek with a resounding slap.

“I told you, I don’t want a daughter!” he roared before storming out, leaving her sobbing on the floor.

Through her tears, she shouted after him, “I’ll leave you ! I’ll go to my parents’ house!”

He stopped at the doorway and turned back with a cruel, mocking chuckle.

“Leave me? Your father is already dead, and your poor old mother is drowning in debt. She won’t even let you step foot in that house. So, for now and for the rest of your life, you’ll stay here—in my house, in my bed—producing boys. What’s so hard for you to understand, Gaurii? I need a son, not a daughter.”

Her heart shattered. She felt as though her very soul had been crushed under the weight of his words. Silently, she dragged herself to their room and cried the entire day. She didn’t eat. She didn’t move. She simply drowned in her pain and helplessness.

That night, Suresh returned, holding a small pill between his fingers. His tone was unnervingly casual.

“Take this. Tomorrow we’re going to the doctor to abort this baby.”

Gaurii looked at him through tear-streaked eyes and whispered, her voice trembling with defiance, “No... I won’t go. I won’t kill my child.”

For a moment, Suresh’s expression was unreadable. Without a word, he turned and left the room. That night, they slept in separate rooms, the silence between them colder than ever.

The next morning, he returned with a surprisingly soft tone, his voice carrying an almost apologetic lilt.

“Okay… I’m sorry. We won’t kill our daughter. Happy now?”

Gaurii’s heart leapt with relief. In that moment, the pain of his slap and his cruel words faded away as hope flooded her heart. She threw her arms around him, sobbing with joy.

“Thank you… thank you so much, my husband,” she whispered, kissing his cheek.

He smiled and stroked her hair gently. “You rest today. I’ll cook for us.”

Gaurii was overjoyed. She had never seen this side of him before—caring, considerate. Little did she know, it was all part of his dark, twisted plan.

In the kitchen, Suresh prepared a simple meal of dal and rice. Before serving her, he carefully crushed the abortion pill and mixed it into her plate.

Carrying the plates back, he said warmly, “You didn’t eat anything last night. Today, let me feed you myself.”

Blissfully unaware of the danger, Gaurii’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude. She ate each bite he offered, her heart overflowing with love at his sudden change. Even when he urged her to eat more after her stomach was already full, she obeyed, thinking it was his care and affection.

When she finished, he kissed her forehead and said, “Now, take some rest. I’ll handle the house chores.”

Gaurii lay down with a smile, her mind filled with dreams of a happy family. But soon, a sharp, unfamiliar pain twisted through her belly. At first, she dismissed it, assuming it was just indigestion.

But the pain grew sharper, more unbearable with each passing minute. Gaurii screamed, clutching her stomach, tears streaming down her face.

Suresh rushed to her side, hiding the smirk that tugged at his lips. The pill was working perfectly.

Feigning concern, he scooped her into his arms and said, “Don’t worry, gauri. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

As he carried her out, Gaurii writhed in agony, completely unaware that the man she trusted with her life was the one who had just betrayed her in the most devastating way.

As soon as they reached the hospital, the doctor examined Gaurii and gave them the devastating news.

“She’s had another miscarriage,” the doctor said gravely, looking at Suresh and then at Gaurii, who lay pale and trembling on the hospital bed. “This is her third loss at such a young age. If she doesn’t rest and take proper care now, it will severely weaken her body. No pregnancy for at least a year—we need to let her heal first.”

Gaurii’s world came crashing down. Her lips trembled, and her vision blurred with tears. Third time. She had lost her third child, and she was only twenty. It felt as if her soul had been ripped apart. Her chest tightened painfully, and a sob tore from her throat as she turned her face away, unable to look at anyone.

Later that day, Suresh brought her back home. He held her close, whispering comforting words, stroking her hair, pretending to be the loving husband she desperately needed. He wiped her tears, coaxed her to eat a little food, and tucked her into bed.

But behind his soothing words and tender gestures, his mind worked in cold calculation.

He wasn’t consoling her because he cared. No. He was only preparing her—keeping her alive and ready for the next pregnancy. The moment she would give him a son, a true heir to his family, then and only then, maybe he would love her for real.

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Five Months Later

The night was cold, and the room was cloaked in silence. Gaurii was asleep beside him, her breathing soft and uneven. Suresh lay awake, staring at the ceiling, frustration gnawing at him. It had been five long months without sex, and his lust had been simmering, threatening to overflow.

Condoms were never an option for him—he didn’t believe in them. To him, they were a waste of time, a barrier between him and his ultimate goal: a son.

Slowly, he turned toward Gaurii, his eyes dark with desire and hunger. She was fast asleep, unaware of the storm brewing inside him.

With practiced stealth, he lifted the edge of her saree and pushed it up, then tugged down his own pants and boxers. He shifted her panties aside, his breath quickening.

Gaurii stirred slightly but didn’t fully wake. She had grown used to his wandering hands in the night—his touches, his kisses, his rough caresses. But tonight was different.

Without warning, Suresh entered her, thrusting hard. Gaurii’s eyes flew open, shock and pain twisting her features.

“Anhhh… please, not now,” she whispered in a broken voice. “I’m tired…”

But he didn’t care.

He buried his face against her neck, inhaling her scent like a man starved. His hands roamed over her body, yanking the shoulder of her blouse down.

“I’m tired too,” he hissed in her ear. “Tired of waiting five damn months to fuck my own wife. Now keep your mouth shut and let me enjoy.”

His thrusts grew harder, more punishing. Gaurii whimpered beneath him, tears streaming down her face.

“Aunchhhh… it’s p-paining,” she sobbed as his mouth latched onto her neck, biting and sucking with brutal force.

But Suresh only laughed darkly, his hands roughly mauling her breasts.

“Learn to bear it,” he sneered. “One day, when my son is born, he’ll suck these filthy tits and bite them like a man.”

Gaurii’s heart shattered. She cried silently, wishing she could disappear. There was no love in his touch, no warmth in his embrace. To him, she was just a vessel, a means to an end.

All night, he used her body without a thought to her pain or tears.

By morning, he finally released her, leaving her sore and broken. But Gaurii had no time to rest. Barely an hour later, she dragged herself out of bed to start her daily chores. Winter was approaching, and she had to prepare hot water for his bath, cook breakfast, and clean the house.

Suresh, on the other hand, slept soundly for two more hours before casually strolling into the kitchen.

As she stood by the stove, stirring the pot, he came up behind her and slapped her hard on her backside.

“One day,” he said with a cruel smirk, “I’ll bite you there too.”

He chuckled, leaving her frozen in place, humiliation burning through her veins.

But Gaurii said nothing. She couldn’t. She simply endured, because she had no place to go, no family to turn to. She was trapped.

After she helped him bathe and dress, Suresh left for work, leaving her to face another day of silent suffering.

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Two Months Later

The days blurred into one another, marked only by Suresh’s demands and Gaurii’s silent endurance.

Until one morning, with trembling hands and a racing heart, Gaurii told him the news.

“ I—I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, his face lit up like the rising sun. A wide, triumphant smile spread across his lips.

“This is it,” he said, gripping her shoulders with excitement. “This time, it will be a boy. I know it will!”

Gaurii’s heart sank. She wanted to feel joy, to feel hope. But all she saw in his eyes was hunger—not for her, not for love, but for the son he so desperately craved.

And deep inside, she feared the darkness that would come if fate dared to give them a daughter once again.

As the days passed, Suresh began taking extra care of Gaurii—but not out of love.

Every single day, he reminded her of one thing: he wanted a boy.

He would place his palm on her stomach, speaking to her womb as though a baby boy were already growing inside.

His words were filled with possessive hope, but his eyes carried a madness that made Gaurii’s heart pound with fear.

If she ever, even by mistake, referred to the baby as “she” while talking to her bump, his mood would turn terrifying.

His voice would grow sharp and venomous, spitting abuses at her.

The only thing that stopped him from raising his hand on her was her pregnancy.

Gaurii knew very well that if she weren’t carrying his child, he wouldn’t think twice before hitting her.

Each day became a torment, his obsession suffocating her like a noose around her neck.

The dreaded day finally arrived—the day of the sex determination test.

Suresh was impatient and restless, dragging her by the wrist toward the door.

Gaurii tried to stall, her mind racing for excuses.

“ My stomach… it’s hurting. Please, let’s not go today,” she pleaded, clutching her belly.

“Maybe tomorrow—”

But he didn’t even let her finish. His face twisted with rage.

“Enough of your excuses!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the house. “Come quietly, or I’ll drag you there by your hair!”

And before she can say anything the slap came next, hard and stinging, leaving her dizzy with pain.

Her lips quivered, tears spilling down her cheeks as she nodded quickly, too terrified to resist further .

They reached the clinic, but by some miracle, it was closed.

Suresh’s irritation deepened, but just then, he spotted a group of his friends standing nearby.

One of them waved him over.

Suresh turned to Gaurii, snapping, “Go home. I’ll come later.”

Before he could change his mind, Gaurii ran—her heart pounding with relief.

She whispered prayers of gratitude, thanking God for sparing her from the terrifying test.

Meanwhile, Suresh joined his friends. They sat drinking, their laughter loud and crude.

The alcohol flowed freely, loosening tongues and darkening thoughts.

One of his friends, already tipsy, smirked and said mockingly,

“What kind of man are you, Suresh? Can’t even make your wife give birth to a boy?”

Another added with a laugh, “Maybe you’re the one who’s weak. Or maybe your wife is playing games with you. Just tell her to give you a boy—it’s her duty, isn’t it?”

Their words twisted inside Suresh like a blade. His pride was wounded, his ego bruised.

By the time he staggered to his feet, drunk and furious, he had fully convinced himself that the problem wasn’t him—it was her.

She was cursed.

She was weak.

And the baby inside her now had to be a girl too.

Suresh stormed back home, the stench of alcohol clinging to him like smoke.

Gaurii was sitting quietly at the floor, finally allowing herself a few peaceful bites of food.

But the moment he saw her, his fury exploded.

“Stop eating!” he barked, his voice like thunder. “Come to the room. Now!”

Her heart sank. The smell of liquor on his breath made her stomach churn.

She stood quickly, following him, hoping to calm him and put him to bed before his anger got worse.

But what awaited her in that room was far more terrifying than she could ever imagine.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Suresh turned on her like a predator.

He seized a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back until she gasped.

“You!” he roared. “Three times! Three times you’ve gotten pregnant, and every single time it’s a girl and I had to give you abortions pills every fucking time !”

Gaurii’s eyes widened in shock and confusion.

“Suresh… no, last time it was my fault, na? I didn’t take care of myself properly. The baby—”

Before she could finish, his laugh cut through the air, cruel and mocking.

“Your fault?” he sneered, his grip on her hair tightening. “You fool! That was never your fault.”

Gaurii froze. “W-What do you mean?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

His smile was twisted, his eyes bloodshot from rage and alcohol.

“I lied to you.” His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. “I killed our baby.”

Her breath caught in her throat. The world tilted around her.

“W-What…?”

“I mixed the abortion pill in your food myself and fed it to you.” He laughed again, a terrifying, guttural sound.

“And you believed me when I told you it was your carelessness.”

Gaurii’s legs gave out beneath her, and she stumbled back, clutching her belly.

Her mind reeled. Everything—every word, every tear, every moment of guilt—had been built on his lie.

He had taken their baby.

He had murdered their child.

While she was still drowning in this realization, his voice cut through her daze like a blade.

“Take off your clothes.”

She didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

Her body was frozen, her heart racing wildly.

He slapped her, so hard her ears rang.

“Didn’t you hear me?!” he thundered. “I said take them off!”

Suresh’s face twisted into something inhuman, monstrous.

“I will fuck you,” he snarled, “and I will keep fucking you until that baby dies inside your womb.”

His eyes gleamed with madness as he shoved her toward the bed.

“Let me be the Ravaana to your filthy baby girls!” he spat, tearing at her saree as Gaurii screamed—a scream filled with pain, betrayal, and a horror too deep for words.

Gaurii stumbled backward, her trembling hands scrambling for the door latch. Her only thought was to escape—to get out before Suresh hurt her or their unborn child.

But before she could pull the door open, his hand shot out like a viper.

He gripped her wrist so tightly that the glass bangles she wore shattered against her skin, the sharp shards slicing deep into her flesh.

“Ahhh!” she cried out in pain, blood dripping down her hand.

Suresh’s face was twisted with rage, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol.

“You think you can run from me?” he hissed. Then, with terrifying calmness, he leaned closer and whispered,

“I will kill you… and that baby girl inside you.”

Those words ignited something inside Gaurii—something fierce, primal, and unstoppable.

A surge of unknown strength coursed through her veins.

With a scream, she shoved him backward with all her might.

He stumbled for a split second, shocked at her sudden defiance. That moment was all she needed.

Gaurii wrenched the door open and ran.

The night outside was pitch-black, the narrow street eerily silent.

There were no lights, no people—only darkness stretching endlessly ahead.

Barefoot and bleeding, she sprinted forward, her lungs burning, her heart pounding like a war drum.

Behind her, she heard Suresh’s furious roar.

“GAURIII!”

His footsteps thundered against the dirt road as he chased her, closing the distance with terrifying speed.

Gaurii’s breath came in ragged gasps. She wasn’t just running for herself—

she was running for the tiny, fragile life inside her womb.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” she whispered between sobs, clutching her belly as she ran.

“I won’t let him kill you… not while I’m still breathing.”

Her legs ached, and her vision blurred with tears.

She had no idea where she was going, no plan, no safe place to hide.

But she knew one thing with absolute certainty—

she couldn’t stay with Suresh.

Not after seeing the monster he truly was.

If her baby was born a girl, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her child again

And Gaurii… she couldn’t let that happen.

Suddenly, the dirt path beneath her feet changed to uneven, muddy ground.

She stumbled, nearly falling face-first, but forced herself to keep going.

She glanced over her shoulder—

Suresh was still there, his figure looming in the dark, his rage driving him forward like a predator chasing prey.

“GAURIII, STOP!” he bellowed.

Her chest tightened in terror. She pushed herself harder, every muscle screaming in protest.

But then, as she turned back to look ahead, her heart lurched violently.

The muddy trail had ended, opening onto a wide, paved road.

And barreling toward her was the blinding glare of car headlights—

so close she could see the metal grill, so close she could feel the heat of the engine.

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