My 3 Husbands: My 2nd Marriage

My second marriage:

I moved to a new city after Sudha got married. I had no money, no knowledge of the new place. All I carried was a 4 month old baby with me.

I know how difficult it is for a woman like me to start a new life at this stage. No family, no friends, an all alone woman.

What should I do at this point of time? Call Sudha and tell him to leave his new wife, fight against his family and come back to me?

The other option that any woman would think about to abort the baby and start my life again? Should I do this? Why should I kill the little one who haven’t got the life yet?

Or should I consider myself as useless and hopeless? Yes, this seems easy; just kill myself with the baby. So, that everything can be solved just like that. I asked myself if this was right. It should be as I have heard other women doing the same. When majority of people do it, it should not be wrong.

I am an all alone woman. I would be asked a lot of questions about my husband. If I give birth to the child, what would I tell him about his father? I can’t live in this world. I will be humiliated day by day, I will be tortured and taunted. This is what the life of a woman in this stage.

I just kept thinking for a whole night and finally in the morning decided. I decided to kill. Yes, I decided to kill my fear, throw my worries and decided to fight against the problem.

I am going to live my life fully. I am going to give life to this baby. I decided to work.

Hence, the next day I started to look for a house and a job. Within a week, I got both.

In my office, I behaved as if I was married and was staying with my husband. I never let them know about me. It was the 8th month of my pregnancy, my manager Abdul, who was a handsome beautiful bachelor. He must be 28. The most knowledgeable man I would have ever met. He was an expert in managing people and he would understand what’s going in others mind. He had a doubt on me, because he almost knew about everyone in the team, but could not find anything about me. He tried asking diplomatic and personal questions, but I avoided and ignored him all the time. He was hence very enthusiastic and interested to know about me.

One day as I was unwell and could not turn up to the office, he came up to my house. He kept asking if my husband knew about my sickness and why was he not around me during this time.

I tried to manage saying he has gone out to get the medicines, but that didn’t work out as he was ready to stay until my husband come. He waited for about an hour and asked me to call my husband. I acted like calling and informed that he is stuck in the traffic and would take time. I requested him to leave as it might take time. But, it looked like now sure of something wrong and was firm to stay until he hears from my husband.

He sat for about 4 hours and after which I had to tell him my story. He was there whole night taking care of me. He took me to the Doctor the next day, got medicines and asked me if I could stay at his house until I give birth as he could take care of me and my child.

I told him that I could take care of us, but he didn’t listen to a word. I stayed with him and after a month I gave birth to a beautiful girl. Abdul was so happy for me and wanted us to stay with him for some more time. I told him that I was already a burden to him and he had already done a lot of things for me. I did not want to give him trouble anymore. I informed him that I will be moving back to my place the next morning.

The whole night Abdul was holding Rooh, like she was her own daughter. Rooh, didn’t even cry once and when I went to take her in the morning. He was sitting on a sofa, holding Rooh in his hands. The moment I took her from him, she started crying. Giving him back, Rooh stopped crying. Seeing this Abdul said, looks like the little princess do not want to leave me and go. I had nothing to tell. That moment Abdul held my hands and said I know you would think it's not right, but I want to be the father of this little princess. Will you give me a chance to be the King of this little prince and the beautiful Queen?

I guess my tears gave him the answer he was looking for. I married him. Rooh and I were happy.

If this was the happy life then why does the title say my 3 husbands?

What’s going to happen next? Who would be my 3rd husband? How will I meet him?

Will Abdul die? Will I leave him? Wait for the next one…