Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Single-minded....

You will have children who will be the saviors of your life. Just so you always stay strong in life.

Mr. Malik's words still vividly remembered in my mind, and now I've really got the answer. The children referred to in the prophecy are two twin babies who are now in my womb. Those who are the saviors of my life, at least for now: I am completely saved from HansH's rampage. Yeah, at least for now. Although he responded for a long time to my plea and we were both stuck in silence in tears, HansH finally dropped down, sat on the ground and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and called Vikram. Asking him to pick me up.

I'm relieved. At least for now I am safe, I thought. I have a chance to keep my body. Salvation that makes me hope that these twin fetuses will actually be born into the world.

Long enough we waited for Vikram's arrival, waiting without a word, and finally Vikram arrived with a group of bodyguards. Two cars in front and behind with four bodyguards each, and one car in the middle where there is Vikram in it with two bodyguards.

"Take him home" HansH ordered. "Make sure my future children in her womb are okay. There must be no small thing that harms them."

Honestly, it hurts a lot because suddenly now I'm back to being a stranger to HansH. She just called me her, not my wife, Mrs Mahesvara, or at least mentioned my name. Only him. He clearly sounds foreign. But I am grateful that HansH cares at least for the safety of his children, even though I know that he hates me half to death.

Before getting into the car and going home with Vikram with his ten-man bodyguard escort, I volunteered to talk to HansH. "You're gonna be okay, right?" my many.

He did not reply, and indeed I did not need an answer from him - an answer with words.

"Please take good care of yourself" I said quickly as a sign of pause. "Whatever our relationship is bad, you have kids who need you. Hurry home. I'm sorry."

Immediately I put my feet up, leaving the place.

On the way back to Mahesvara's residence with Vikram and the bodyguards, my tears kept crying out for the state of my household that I now thought would never be the same as before. But at that moment I knew and I had come to the point of sincerity. I accept all the fates that have happened to me, to my life, and I will not blame anyone. I won't dig into the root of the problem that's causing my life now to be this chaotic. It won't. Truly I accept, and I forgive all parties: both Brother Sanjeev and all his mistakes and lies in the past. What I'm sure, all about Alisah that he brought before me was all lies. Just engineering to get me to agree to help him get revenge. Including the love affair between him and Alisah, I'm sure it's just a free essay he used to convince me. Also, the motorcyclist who accidentally hit me that night, maybe he was also Kak Sanjeev's man.

Yeah, I myself don't understand how I got to this point: I'm completely sincere, not one bit I regret everything that Brother Sanjeev has caused my life to be like this. I'm sincere, I'm not angry or vengeful towards Brother Sanjeev. As well as Aunt Heera, whom I believe he deliberately exchanged the contents of my letter for HansH, whatever the purpose and reason, I sincerely. I was at the point of being completely accepting and sincere about everything that happened. My only hope now is: I am given time to care for my fetuses until they are born into the world, and, taking care of Malika in the rest of the time I have. Others, let. Whatever happens, happens....

Upon arrival at the Mahesvara residence, my arrival was greeted by Aunt Heera with her wet eyes. At that time I was sure that he already knew what was going on between me and HansH. I'm sure HansH asked Aunt Heera the truth.

The loving woman immediately hugged me as soon as I got out of the car. "I'm sorry, Auntie, son," he pleaded. "Auntie doesn't mean anything bad. Aunty just doesn't want HansH back as bad as he used to be when he lost Alisah. But Bibi didn't expect, even though Bibi had asked her not to talk about the past anymore, she finally knew you weren't the real Alisah."

Oh, so, I thought. Means besides HansH, indeed no one knows about Alisah who was sentenced to barren by a doctor. Yeah, of course Aunt Heera doesn't know. If not, she might not be so trying to help me get pregnant fast. So, when her wish was reached - I was really pregnant, this is what happened. HansH knew that I was not Alisah as he thought I was - knowing the truth in this way....

"I'm sorry Auntie, son. I'm sorry...."

I'm nodding. "Yes, Bi. Its alright. I'm not mad. I'm sincere. I won't blame Auntie. Just one thing I asked for, please don't tell Brother Sanjeev. Please, Bi? I don't want him to be mad at HansH. I don't want their relationship to be ruined because of me. Auntie understands that, right? Please, Bi?"

Aunt Heera nodded. "Yes, Son. Yes," he said as he pleased.

"That means the others should not know either. Even though everyone finally knows, at least not of us. I didn't know if HansH would tell his sisters this or not. But hopefully not. You can keep this a secret, can't you, Vikram?"

What I asked immediately nodded. "I won't tell anyone, including Nandini. I promise you, Brother-in-law."

"Thank you" I said. "Oh, yes, I. I asked Auntie for one more thing. Aunty already knows, right, if I'm positively pregnant?"

Aunt Heera nodded.

"God, Son." He hugged me back. "Auntie is happy. Aunt is happy to hear that. Congratulations, yes...."

"Bi," I let go of the hug, "later after my baby is born, please take care of them like Auntie takes care of HansH. I took my kids...."

He practically shook his head in astonishment. "What do you mean?"

"It's okay, Bi. I'm just. I'm just worried that I won't be able to take care of them. Because... Hansa... HansH hates me."

I can't say HansH is going to kill me....

And about the prophecy, I can't pin my hopes and my life on it either....

"Words are prayers, son. So speak well. Auntie will help you face HansH. You're not alone. Trust me, everything will be fine. HansH will not be able to separate a mother from her children. After all, he has no right to seize let alone separate your children from you. You're the mother, you're the one who's pregnant and you're going to give birth to your children, you're the one who's more entitled to them. So you with your two hands will raise my grandchildren. They will grow with your hands. And you need to remember, you're not alone. You have an aunt who will always be there and will always support you. You're not alone."

Oh, my God, if I may wish, I wish that everything Aunt Heera said was the way it is someday. Even if I may hope, I hope that HansH will forgive me later, and be able to accept and love me as before, just as he thought that I was Alisah.

But that's only if I can, because I will follow whatever destiny God has outlined for me. I told you, didn't I? I'm sincere. Absolutely sincere. Because there is nothing I want more than the birth of my twins into this world. That's why I'm going to have a good pregnancy. I can feel hurt, suffer, not at all happy. But I will not let it affect the growth and development of my fetus, my children. I will not allow my mental health to have a bad influence on my fetuses. At least their nutritional intake must be met, and their growth and development is not hampered. So even though I am not happy inwardly, at least I will make the children in my womb calm down. They will listen to sacred verses with me, beautiful songs, and if necessary I will also take up yoga.

My children deserve good growth and development.

And that's all I've done. I won't let a fight between me and HansH happen. As much as possible I would avoid contact with her even though we stayed together for the sake of a quiet environment for my womb and for all family members. Although I knew my heart would be sore, maybe even bloody from loss, but that's okay. The safety of my fetuses from the emotional outburst of HansH is more important. I must avoid. HansH can't often see this fake face he hates.

Yeah, that's how I thought. After the unexpected incident that happened that day: a day, two days, three days, even a week, I was able to avoid HansH from seeing me. I hitchhiked to bed in Aunt Heera's pavilion unbeknownst to family members, I took Malika with me, and I only got out of the pavilion only when HansH had already gone to work. But my absence from the dinner table at breakfast and at dinnertime together when there was HansH, or HansH's absence from the dinner table where I was there, of course, it makes family members who do not know about our quarrels so wonder. All they know is that HansH and Alisah are always together, the husband and wife who always sit next to each other at the dinner table, in this week never seen together. If there is HansH then there is no Alisah. If there was an Alisah, there would be no HansH. Although there are reasons, such as Alisah being sick, or being bothered to take care of Malika, or HansH who has not returned to work, still, family suspicions and questions are inevitable: why are the two of us never seen together again?

That question often arises, especially from Nandini and Sanjeev, my two closest brothers. Until finally, with his arrogance and coldness tormenting me, HansH told me to go back to his pavilion and asked me to perform a theatrical act in front of his brothers to act as if our relationship was fine. It was the first time HansH spoke to me after the incident he pointed a gun at me.

I'm willing. I nodded my head without saying anything. Then, perhaps, fearing that I would not comply with his orders, HansH immediately took Malika from the bed, carried her and brought her to his pavilion. And I had no choice. I hurried to pick up whatever needs Malika took to Aunt Heera's pavilion and followed HansH to her pavilion.

The pavilion, not our pavilion. No longer belong together....

Now, my heart frowns. I was already at the door of the HansH pavilion. Braving myself, I pulled down the door handle and looked inside. HansH was stroking softly Malika who had returned comfortable in her sleep. In his comfortable bed. Then, as soon as I walked in and closed the door...

"You can sleep here" he said without looking at me. "I'll sleep in the upper room. And remember, even if we live under one roof, don't try to talk to me. I want my children to be safe. So, don't make me emotional from seeing that fake face of yours."

My God, it hurts my heart to hear those very sharp words of HansH. But whatever the power, I can't do anything. Although in the deepest corner of my heart I wanted to shout that I was just a victim of the ruse of Kak Sanjeev's revenge mission, I was forced to obey his crazy idea because of my debt, and -- I am also the victim of a huge misunderstanding of Aunt Heera's actions, I remain silent. I must hold myself tight.

I'm sincere, my rapal is in my heart. My silence is gold. Because once I roar, it will spark a fire that will ignite the destruction of an Aunt's relationship with her nieces, as well as the relationship between brothers. So if my silence is a solidifier of Mahesvara's family relationship to keep it intact, then I'm willing -- I'm really willing - I'll be silent forever.

I'm willing. I would like to. though. really.. this is very....

Perrier....