36. The Heir

For those who are thinking that story is leading to be a typical one, I understand that. Maybe, it is resembling to the cliches, but I would suggest you to wait for few more chapters, Sanaya is about to take a very strong decision. Stay tuned, readers.

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Later on, Ashar's parents explained me the whole scenario like why they were supporting me. They both wanted an heir or heirs for their family business. One of the reasons behind Ashar and Samara marriage was for the grandchildren.

Ashar's elder brother, Austin Hobsons was failed to fulfill their wish due to his wife's infertility. It had been six years now since their marriage, but Ashar's sister-in-law was still unable to conceive. And then Ashar's marriage couldn't happen the way they wanted so their wait prolonged.

And now when they heard the news of my pregnancy, their hopes heightened that finally they could see the face of their grandchild. They had their doubts, but their excitement and happiness was overlapping it so they didn't want to take a risk by suggesting me to go for an abortion.

"What about Ashar? What if his decision won't change even after the DNA?" I voiced out my concern to Matt.

I was now alone with Matt because his wife had some appointment so she had to go, but I stayed there to clear off my doubts about their decision.

He sighed, crossing his arms, "I can't force him to choose you, but I can guarantee you your rights in this house as a mother of our heir."

I didn't respond, waited for him to explain further. "Even if Ashar get married with Samara, you'll live in this house and raise your child."

My mind was totally numb right now. I couldn't even comprehend his words.

"I can understand your condition right now, Sanaya but I can't lessen your stress. To gain your trust and make you believe that I'm saying the truth, I'm withdrawing all my restrictions that I've put on you. No one will spy on you or your phone. Aaron won't be following you around. However, I would advise you to let him drive you to college and bring you back home."

My eyes enlarged at him. I thought it would take forever for me to hear those words. I had even lost hope about it. Wasn't that's a good change, living like a normal, respectable civilian and not as suspect or criminal?

"So do you believe me now that I'm harmless?"

He nodded thoughtfully, "It's been a while since you gained my trust. Aaron told me about your activities and your call logs so I understood it that maybe you're telling the truth and it's Samara who should be blamed for the whole mishap."

The weight on my shoulders lifted and I felt light weight after hearing him. In this chaotic-like situation at least I got to hear something good. I was eventually successful in clearing my name.

"Me and my wife are on your side." He added.

Another wave of surprise swept through me, "What?"

He motioned his head in confirmation, "I won't favor Ashar if he would think to give another chance to that woman. I can't trust Samara and her father. They have already done enough damage to my reputation and business."

For a minute I thought I was talking to a different person and not that intimidating Matt Hobsons. He was acting so wisely and understandably. He used to be very prejudicial to me.

"I...I really don't know what to say right now, sir."

"Answer my one question?" He stepped towards me. Creases appeared on his forehead.

I looked at him, waiting for him to disclose his query. "I saw you and Ashar going to his room maybe some weeks ago. Did this happen that day?"

My face heated up in embarrassment as soon as I understood what he was trying to ask. God, he saw us. I lowered my gaze in reaction because I couldn't say right on his face that yes it happened that night.

"Do you love him?" He certainly understood my answer. He touched my shoulder.

I slightly flinched and still unable to form words from my mouth. Honestly I didn't even know the answer of this question because at this moment I was only feeling strong anger for that man.

He let out a loud breath, "Ashar is not a bad person. He just can't forgive those easily who have broken his trust. And since the initial years Samara and Ashar are very close to each other. If he would've to choose who to believe between you two, its obvious Samara would've an upper hand because at the end of the day you're a stranger for him."

Stranger?

I wanted to laugh at it now. He was a total stranger for me as well still I managed to give him the closest place in my heart. I showed my trust on him why can't he?

I could say whatever Matt was saying in his justification were all lame excuses. He only wanted to humiliate me or maybe take his revenge for spoiling his marriage plans. I was after all, a villain to his love story.

"We both are unable to express our gratitude for you in words that how much we will be pleased if you'll be able to put our grandkid in our arms." He said.

"Okay?" What more could I say?

I was shocked by his change of behavior. It's weird that Ashar didn't want to be called the father of my baby, but his parents wanted to play the grandparents' role.

Great! Now I had started talking like a pregnant woman.

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Matt had kept his words. I began receiving a different treatment from Ashar's parents. I was told to transfer my belongings to the room that was offered to me previously. The room that had a king-sized bed. My phone now remained with me and Aaron had also stopped following me around. However, he worked as a driver for me; picked and dropped me to college.

I tried to convince Katherine that it was unnecessary, that I was more comfortable in Melanie's room, but she eventually persuaded me that it would be good if I get myself a permanent room where she could come and see me anytime. Their change of behavior I would say was something positive that happened in a long time. It was like a break from continuous struggle and stress.

Katherine took the responsibility of taking me to a gynecologist for regular checkups. She knew a good doctor so that's why she recommended her to me. I allowed her. Since nowadays my mind was not in condition to think or take any decision about anything so I said yes.

It was not easy to digest in one go these new and big changes in my life. Abortion was not even left an option for me, but I couldn't picture myself as a mother. I was not even twenty, yet married and now pregnant.

"Didn't I warn you to stay away from my man?"

A sudden voice startled me. I was in the kitchen, cooking. I turned off the stove and moved around. Samara was there, looking like as if she was about to burst into flames. Her fair skin was flushing with fury. Anger also welled up in my chest after seeing her face. She was the person who was the root cause of every bad thing in my life.

"When did that easily-scared kitty grow enough balls to sleep with my man?"

I knew she was purposely using the term my man repeatedly to get under my skin. Should I just remind her again that she can't call him her man because Ashar is legally my husband?

"You knew your divorce was near so you planned this out." She added, "I was never wrong about you."

"Enough, Samara." I scowled, "You always put all the blames on me. Instead of questioning me why don't you ask from Ashar why he did that? He's completely involved in this."

"You, you..." She came closer, raising her finger at me, "You're messing with a wrong person. I won't let you win in this."

Tears prickled at the back of eyes. I didn't know the reason if it's her venomous words or the change of hormones. I was not in the mood to argue with her. It was just futile. Ashar was choosing her and not me, then why was she angry? What was scaring her?

"I'm not fighting against anyone, Samara. I'm not playing any game nor have any specific agenda in my mind, so stop wasting your energy. I'm not going to explain myself to you or anyone else. All I want to say to you that your lies won't take you anywhere. You're doing wrong. The blames that you've been putting on me in front of Ashar are all just lies. Have you ever thought how he would react if he would know the truth?"

I wasn't sure if Ashar would stand by me after knowing the whole truth about the marriage papers, about my innocuous intentions or would remain persistent to his current decision. Moreover, his ruthless and unkind attitude had disappointed me to the core so I didn't know if I would be able to forgive him or not this time. But, all of this at least forcing me to teach him some lesson and not let him get out of this so easily.

"So you're saying that you are innocent and I'm the evil one here?" She chuckled, "Tell me the truth, Sanaya. Tell me the real father of the baby or it's just a drama that you're not even pregnant and only lying."

I knitted my brows in angry frown, "I'm not lying." I shouted, "I'm not lying, you wench. I'm carrying Ashar's baby."

She responded to me with a slap on my face. My face was shoved to its side. Molten anger rolled through me, "Are you-"

"What's going on here?" I was interrupted by a familiar male voice. Samara and I both turned our heads. Ashar just entered in the kitchen.

His eyes widened in surprise when he saw us. He walked to us while we were standing silently. His surprised gaze stopped at my reddened cheek. It was burning. He separated his lips and turned to Samara, "Did you just...?"

I sucked in my jaws a little, trying to suppress the rising anger in me because I knew my energy would only go waste. Samara was very hard-headed. She was the type of person who knowingly acted blind as if this could change the actual truth.

I muttered to her, "You can't change the fact through this." I shoved her back.

She again tried to get to me, but Ashar came in between, "That's it, Sam. Stop." He grabbed her by her arms, "What you're doing!"

I felt lump at the back of my throat after seeing them together. Every time it was the new scar, a new wound that added to my collection of memories.

Samara pushed him back and shouted, "Leave me. You cheated on me behind my back, Ashar. I thought we were progressing. How could you sleep with her?"

Ashar turned his face at me. His gaze was blank devoid of all the emotions. I crossed my arms on my chest and stayed stiffened. Samara continued with her cries, "You assured me that there's nothing between you two. I'll kill that woman."

Ashar looked at her and again tried to calm her down, "That's not how you ask for explanations from someone. You're overreacting."

"I knew it she won't let you leave her."

I rolled my eyes at her fakeness. Ashar faced me while still tightly holding Samara's arm. His cold gaze met with mine, "Whatever I said was the truth. There's nothing between me and her. You've to believe me, Samara." He said in a calm but emotionless tone.

I uncrossed my arms and stared at him. My eyes darkened. It took me a moment to understand that whatever he just said was aimed at me. I tried to swallow down the hurt. His eyes were still piercing into me. Samara also became silent, switching her gaze between me and Ashar.

He took her hand in his and said flatly, "Let's go from here." He moved his eyes from me and dragged Samara out of the kitchen hastily.

This time the hurt was unbearable. He didn't even ask Samara to apologize to me when he saw she had slapped me. I think I would soon be able to throw him out of my heart. With that thought, I also sprinted out of the kitchen. I felt a grip on my arm just outside the kitchen.

"Sanaya?"

I turned around and saw Melanie. The surprise and expected questions were written all over her face, making me understand that she had seen all three of us arguing.

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What do you think Sanaya is going to do now or you could say, what would be the best decision for her?

1. Go for a abortion.

2. Run away with her baby.

3. Accepting Ashar's father's decision.

4. Or may be, something else?