Don’t Kill Me Mom: A Short Story
“One day, you will kill this baby,” pointing to her belly, the Aghori cursed
By Vipul Jha
Girl in her teens, stunningly beautiful, dreamt of becoming a supermodel, Ms. India, and whatnot. She belonged to an affluent family. Her father was a real estate tycoon in South Delhi.
After completing her graduation from Amity University, Noida; she shifted to Mumbai to pursue her modeling career.
Mumbai was tough, even though she was toiling from her rented sea-facing apartment in Bandra from the last nine months, and had few local modeling assignments as well; loneliness was swallowing her. Soon, she landed into a deal with an International brand and reached Milan. There she met a handsome, Greek god featured — the British model, fell in love, and settled with him in London. She was elated, being married to the sexiest man of the UK. On the fateful day of Brexit, she announced the pregnancy to her husband and family. Everyone was delighted and exultant.
“This baby in my tummy going to be the most wonderful human being on this planet,” she proudly claimed to her ill father.
After four months of battling leukemia, her father passed away. She came back to Delhi alone for the last rites. Surprisingly, her elder brother…
