We went overboard that night so it hit us really hard in the process. Our emotions took over our bodies. Without even knowing exactly what we were doing, we ended up making love without any protection.

I’m 18 years old with a beautiful 5-month-old baby girl, Maahi.

Not until the 4th month were we completely sure that I was pregnant. prior to that, during the 2 months, we had taken pregnancy tests which said positive. Immediately we took the step of abortion pills. As a result, we thought we lost our baby, but it seemed she was not ready to leave us.

During my 7 months, my parents came to know. A lot of havoc was created between mine and my fiancé’s family. Unknowingly, my parents took me away to Mumbai without my fiancé. I was immediately taken to my aunt’s place where i was literally “jailed” for 2 weeks. I not only faced humiliation from my family members but also from the doctors and various other “religious” people.

My father used to accompany me to the gynaec but always had me removed from the room while he was talking to him. So as a result, I never really knew what they were discussing.

On the 6 of April, the doctor had given me pills to induce labour pains which I had taken at 4 in the morning on the 7 of April and went through hell after that.

At 5 in the evening, when I was taking a shower, my water broke and I just jumped out of the shower, put on my clothes, and ran to my aunt, pleading with her that I was in utter pain and I wanted to go to the hospital but she didn’t bother. Instead, she was cleaning up her house and telling me to shut up and have patience. After a chaotic discussion, we were on the way to the hospital and I was in so much of pain that I couldn’t control myself and kept screaming. My aunt slapped me on my mouth and my lip tore and it was bleeding.

As soon as we reached the hospital, I was taken into the delivery room. After 10 minutes, i delivered my beautiful baby girl. But she was taken away from me and all I saw of her was a 5 second glance.

And I never saw her again…

After 3 days, my father told me she died of a respiratory problem. He took me to her grave and he bought me back home (Middle East). My fiancé was in India. He called me after 2 weeks and told me that our baby was alive. I didn’t completely believe him. But when he came back, My mum had left for Mumbai. One fine day, she called me up and told me that she saw my baby. That’s when I believed my fiancé and started telling him that I wanted our baby back.

We realized that my Father lied to us. We don’t know why, and we may never know why.

We got married on the 4th of July. Today, me and my husband are living together with our beautiful baby girl and we are very happy together…