Sitting on the bed, she was in a daze. She had just had an encounter with her ex-husband. Seven years ago, she had parted from him due to his selfish ego and hunger for money. She had been madly in love with him. When she confronted him, he retorted that he was doing it for her and their baby. She was pregnant at that time. She’s Natasha Oberoi, and the unexpected encounter with her ex-husband, Niyant Bhardwaj, has broken her into pieces again. His words have pierced her heart and soul.

“You’re still the same!”

“You’re a pro at blaming others, even if you’ve done the wrongs.”

“You did everything for your own benefits, Natasha!”

Natasha was shocked when Niyant accused her. He blamed her for their broken relationship. It was Niyant who didn’t have time; he persuaded her to have fun with her friends while he remained physically and emotionally unavailable.

Her patience broke when one day she suffered an anxiety attack, and Niyant was unavailable. When she called him, he asked her to take the medicine prescribed by the doctor. She was stunned. That fateful day, she suffered a screeching pain in her abdomen that could have led to a miscarriage. However, her friend, Samrat arrived on time.

Samrat took Natasha to the hospital, where she was treated. However, the doctor advised her to take care of her child. When she confronted Niyant, he yelled at her, telling her that he never wanted a child and that this was her scheme to gather all the attention. He even abandoned the child before it was born. He also accused her of having an affair with Samrat. However, Natasha took a stand; she left the house for the sake of her mental health and her unborn child.

She came out of her trance when a sweet voice fell on her ears. She looked up only to find her six-year-old daughter, Niya, standing before her.

“You’re crying again! I told you not to cry,” Niya glared at her mom, clearly upset.

“No, I’m not; it seems like something hurt my eye, that’s why,” Natasha said.

“Niya is not that small, Mumma. Tell me why you’re crying,” the little girl demanded.

Natasha stayed quiet; she didn’t want Niya to know about her past. Of course, her little girl had to stay away from all of this. Niya glanced at her mom and then hugged her immediately, wrapping her arms around her neck.

“It’s okay, Mumma! Buddy says that everything will pass. Things will get better,” Niya said.

Her daughter was talking about her friend, Samrat, who had helped her during her pregnancy and after.

“Do you feel better, Mumma?” Niya asked as she pulled away from her mom.

“A hug is always the right size, honey. And you make my life better, so does this little hug.” Saying so, Natasha embraced her daughter close.

Natasha knew that they would find many better things ahead, and this was just the beginning.