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Chapter 1 Never been touched

Word Count: 5675    |    Released on: 16/10/2021

days off from my work. I had no idea, how many days, I slept those whole days. Didn't do anything, just ate my three days meal, took bath, took my nature's call to flushed it away

the very thought of it. How was it even possible? Every time? But why? After few days, I was handed a newspaper by my mother. It was a homicide

t think of anyone of them who could do such to her. The police said to the journalist that when they went to her backyard, they founded nothing outside then they were curious to look inside the house for more evidence than just a child's hand. They went inside they checked kitchen, lobby, study room, store room everything was clean. Then they went to upstairs, at first it was all clean and they were started to disappointed when they saw her bedroom where she gave her premature delivery, it was not an abortion, it was not meant to be like that, she was sleeping when

a fine slit, the flesh was removed from the upper body part then the unborn child was neatly cut into pieces, as if the dinner was being served to eat. She was looking so tired, frustrated at the same time, it seemed life didn't treated her well, thin body with big belly where her son was sleeping within her womb safely but that sleep was not meant to be broken by the evil monster, butchered him and her mom. My friend's eyes were watery when he was explaining to me. Then I asked if he found out anything suspicious. He said, we found out a diary of her where she written it was her fourth child, after giving grave to her other three, she was feeling very worried. I was not feeling good at that time. Three children were dead already. I said, what happened to them. He added then, first one was abort by her first husband be

lly, for those who were suffering from suspicious end of relations. Her first husband was a surgeon, private practitioner of government, all the luxury of life in her early marriage was fulfilled by the government generosity. Little house at the corner of the hill with small garden, all aids of life were given by the government to him, life was fair to them, as one of their nation's experienced gynecologist. At that stage of bored monotonous life, he was suffering from mental insecurity. She had no idea what was the cause of it but it ate his whole mind single handedly. His whole

n everything, never made him to feel insufficiency in anything but never had enough time for him either to know him or care for his sensitivity or ever gave him time enough to share his experiences with them. He lived and broad up in very lonely way. He had no siblings as far as he said. Then she got pregnant, she thought it might make him happy, a child of his own but as he was a gynecologist, he did her abortion with his own hands though she refused him to get her abortion, requested him, cried a lot, even at some point begged him but still he did that to her because he was not ready for that child, it was making him uneasy, unfocus, he was losing his psychological sanity, that's why, he wanted to abortion it as he said to her. She didn't realised when did he do that. She just remembered that after eating her dinner, she went to sleep and when she woke up, she lost her five months baby, she was too weak to move out from her bedroom but her husband didn't cared her less. He took good care of her health and made her well. After that incident, she stopped talking with him but he was like nothing happened, took her to every party with him, every night whatever happened he came to her at night. She never had to spend lonesome night in their bed. Then she got pregnant again, she still remembered that morning, she noticed her irregular periods were stopped, she was worried but didn't mention it to her husband. She took pregnancy test herself at that very early morning, he left that day early too when she knew that she was having a baby. She was feeling good that morning, smiling a lot, enjoying time with her unborn child. That w

not ask or say to her anything just left her there. She wasn't expecting such a cold behaviour from him, it felt like chilled on her spine swaying by. She was not recovered yet from her three child deaths in a row. Father of her three child seemed suspiciously cold towards her feelings. That divorce was necessary for her or else she could not live with him in suspicious mind. She thought about their good times, those precious moments that made her smile every now and then, his comforts, his care whenever she lost her child, his abundant devotional love for her despite of being one of a kind in her eyes but still she had to do it. He never spent a single day or night without her after their marriage and now they were divorced. Ironically, she was missing his touch, his presence and his existence more than her children that she never been able to touch. She was trying to move on from him, the killer of her three child, exact that right moment she met her second love, yes, it seemed he was the right man to move on with. Beautiful, handsome, charming gentleman, socialist businessman, working for charity was his part time passionate job, he did many good deeds for those who needed helping hands but never tried to be a politician, weirdly true. He was just a good man with great deeds. She was nearly forgotten about her divorce with her previous lunatic husband when she was with him. Every weekend, they went to orphanage to teach them about various kinds of things, slowly but calmly being even notified to herself she was falling for him. She didn't mentioned to him about her previous relationship or losses of three kids. He was unknowingly recovering her emotional injuries without knowing her past. One day, he came to her at rainy night, it was very late, half past 12 o'clock when she was in her night gown. She was feeling very shy at first, thinking every types of outcomes of that circumstances when he told her he was feeling very lonely and came to provide her some times of his. She was so nervous that she could not understand what to say to him without welcoming him to her house. They spent the whole night talking about society, orphanage, various kinds of trainings but never talked about their previous relationship. That night was very precious to her. Nevertheless, they discussed about their every sixth month party to surprise their orphanage children. It was nearly a year that she moved to her mother's house, then she met her future to make others life more comforting. That small party for orphanage children was great, they all enjoyed a lot, even neighbourhood was invited to enjoy the small festival. There were painted story doodles board, swimming contest, fish catching contest, fast food corner of cakes, coffee and tea, icecream parlor, cakes and pastries

d couple. The dream that she saw with him was becoming true but with forgotten memory of having it with another man.The diary was ended at that moment. Moreover to that misery, my friend was sobbing in that dreadful ending because it didn't explain that her husband was the killer, it was all her emotional suspicions. In my small town medicines like sleeping pill or chemicals like acid could be founded with exchange of money at cheaper rates or could be stolen or could be a good free gift to their great friends from undying devotional friendship of any physician or pharmacist, that's why, my friend was frustrated about the reality. There were very keen evidences to be found as clear as mud. There were no finger prints or clues or anything, it was like someone came out from nowhere, made her unconscious then pregnant then again knocked her down to observe her infidelity with her baby inside. When the killer was convicting murder, no one was there and before lacerated the body, he or she made her unconscious, it was neat and clean slitten, the blood poured out from the body after opening it up, it wasn't stabbed to kill but a clean cut of a butcher. I asked him about her ex husband and present lover's whereabouts then he added he was trying to find them out. I was curious why would any of her lovers going to do that? Both of them very clumsily handled their relationship with her, without being or showing any emotions, they carried on their love affairs with her. There were no sign of suspicions between those two lovers. All was her own frustrations and creative suspicions. I was suggesting my police friend to look for another suspect beyond those two, both looking psychologically sound only she was the psychotic woman as far it seemed. Mentally upset and frustrated at the same time could do anything to harm their true beloved career. Both of them marvelously achievers, winners of life and only heir of their own successors. On the other hand, she was the devotional wife with no kids only a bed mate, a good audience of their own brilliance, nurturing motherly affectionate provider (because as we all know every man needs his mother to care their disputes) and a secure arm to whenever they wanted to laying on to but she was not an achiever of anything not even had her own baby from anyone of them. Eventually, life of her gone to unknown realm where she found her lover to mate and gained an accidental unwanted baby

of postmortem even, he was coming in his next flight. Then I asked about her boyfriend, my friend was saying very sadly about the cruelty of life, then added he was not that much interested on her in that way, it's all her own thinking, he had his own girlfriend that he never spoke about because he maintained his private life very privately and no one he had that much close to him that with whom he could share about his girlfriend's news. He was getting ready to take his girlfriend and came back to town to meet her and get acquaintances but before that she was killed. I was feeling really bad for that lady, only the husband was the real lover and the second boyfriend was misunderstood husband before her death by her. Who could be so hateful towards her that didn't want her to have her own child? It seemed now nature was against her after the confession of her husband. All made up by her mind or it was altered after her death. Nothing was leading to the killer, no clue, no witness only de

had any intention to do so, as far as I had known. Later on, we all accepted ou

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