“Haven't I got the taste of your meanness already?” she said, “But if you help me get aborted, I may still feel that there is something left to be salvaged in your character.”
“I'm still hopeful.”
“That's another way of saying that you won't like to pick up the bill,” she said sarcastically. “A rupee saved is a rupee earned, isn't it? Who knows about it better than you, a bank officer opting for mercenary marriage?”
“Well, there's a limit even for insulting.”
“Thanks for reminding me about the limits,” she said unable to control her tears. “Didn't I bring it upon myself by crossing my limits? Had I not given myself to you, you would've found it hard to decide which way to go now. Having given in myself, I've lost my aura, and having had me, you've lost your appetite. Where's the incentive to marry me now?”
“You‟re cross with me as you've misunderstood me,” he said trying to gain control over her. “But don't nurse hatred for me. Our destinies might still bring us together. Won't the intimacy of the old times usher in fresh tidings then? When the dust of your misgivings settles down, I‟m sure we won't be able to resist each other any time.”
“I would like to forget you in double quick time,” she said as she left him in a huff. “How I wish I had never met you at all. Let the devil take you.”
As she walked out on him, she was consumed by hatred.
"Why not I kill him and avenge myself?‟ she thought on her way. "But that would only ruin my life further and scandalize my family even more. Let him go to hell. I better think about how to get out of this mess.‟
As she walked her way home, she turned her attention on self-preservation.
"I've to handle my parents first,‟ she contemplated. "They‟re sure to smell a rat, sooner than later. Better I tell them that he backed out because of parental opposition. Why, they are bound to be disappointed if not shaken. All the same, how their enthusiasm for him surged my own infatuation. Didn't they make it appear as though all was over bar tying the knot? How sad that I got carried away only to end up being pregnant! Oh, how fate has contrived a parental part in my downfall!‟
"What a paradox pregnancy for women is,‟ Nithya thought that night. "If a married conceives, it's a cause for celebration, but with an unmarried, it's a means of castigation. After all, man doesn't have any bother in this regard, but then, someone has to bell the cat of nature's urge for procreation. At least, he should've got the decency to arrange for the abortion. But the bastard seems to have designs on me into the future as well. He may even resort to blackmail to entrap me all again. Will he ever allow me to live in peace? Oh, what a devil have I courted?‟