I slept with my boyfriend, without knowing that he d!3d two days ago – now, I’m pregnant with his baby.

I slept with my boyfriend without knowing that he had been dead for two days – now, I am
pregnant with his soul child Chapter 1

I swear, I saw him. I hugged him. I kissed him. I could still hear her faint laughter, just like before. His breath was warm—there was still a mint flavor on his lips. He was still wearing the same grey hoodie that I always made fun of because he was like “a bad boy with a heart of gold.” He was truthful. He hugged me all night. He whispered in my ear, “I love you”. He said we’d get married next year.

I remember every moment—the way his fingers ran over my hand. The way he was sobbing when I sobbed. The way he loved me so much—it seemed as if every kiss of his was a deep blow to my soul.

And then… He left.

When I woke up, I was alone. But I didn’t feel scared. I thought he must have gone jogging like every morning. The pillow still smelled of sandalwood. My body was still warm from his touch. But there was something different.

I called out.
No answer.
One more.
Still nothing.

Just then, my best friend Neha entered the room—her face was pale. His eyes were swollen.

“Anya…” He called out softly. “Haven’t you found out yet?”

I laughed. “Do you know which one?”

“Aarav is dead. ”

I closed my eyes. “What do you mean, dead?”

She started crying even louder. “It’s been two days. Car accident. Heavy rain night in Delhi. ”

Nope.
Nope.
No!

I screamed. I pushed him away. I told him that his joke was very bad. It wasn’t a joke. I showed him Aarav’s message from last night. Her voice message:
“I’m on the way, darling. I miss your hug so much. ”

He looked at my phone—his fingers were shaking.

“Anya… Now he can’t send anything. By then, he had gone to the crematorium. ”

Suddenly, the world around him turned. I felt like I was drowning in my own breath. My knees answered.

I ran to the bathroom. I grabbed the towel he had used—it was still wet. His hoodie was lying on the ground. I had his bite mark on my shoulder.

He was here.
I was sure.

But the truth is… He was buried at the Lodhi Road crematorium yesterday.

And somehow, I was with him last night too.

Days passed. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I looked at him—sometimes standing under the bed. Sometimes whispering in my ear.

एक रात, मैंने उसे फुसफुसाते हुए सुना:

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. Here I am. ”

(“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m still here. ”)

I tried to record it. But all I heard in the audio was stillness and my breathing.

And then…
She didn’t come to me.

Twice.

I thought it was stress. Shock.

Until I vomited five times in the same day.

I took a pregnancy test.

Two lines.

Positive.

I fell to the ground.

No one had ever slept with me except Aarav.

But…
She was dead.

Burial. The ground was withering. Not anymore.

But something was building up inside of me.

Someone was kicking every night.

And every time I would cry and say I can’t do this…

A whisper from the darkness:

“I’m here. Our baby is coming. ”

I slept with my boyfriend, without knowing that he had been dead for two days — now, I’m
pregnant with his spiritual child Chapter 2 — “The Upside Down Door”

I don’t remember exactly when things around me started moving on their own.

At first I thought I was tired, or maybe I was forgetful. But on the third night, I noticed: My bedroom door was open a little bit every morning—even though I did latch and lock it before I went to sleep.

There was no one else in the house. All the locks—full. But every night, it felt like another hand was returning to me.

One time I woke up because someone was caressing my stomach. A light, cool touch. As if someone is making sure that what I am carrying is safe.

There were also some whispers. It was much clearer now. Overloaded.

“Keep an eye on him, Anya. Someone wants to take him away. ”

Who?
Why?

I don’t know who she’s talking to—me? By yourself?

The next day, Neha comes again. She brings an envelope. A file from his police cousin who investigated Aarav’s accident.

“I shouldn’t have shown it to you…” She says in a trembling voice. “… But you need to know. ”

I slowly open the envelope.

Photos.

Aarav’s body.

And a bruise on the back of his head.

It wasn’t by collision.

It wasn’t from the dashboard.

The stroke of a blunt force. Something hard and heavy. As… With a hammer.

“Anya…” Neha’s voice is weak. “… He did not die in an accident. Someone killed him. And it was all planned. ”

My eyes widen. My stomach starts to cramp.

“Who?” I whisper.

He pulled out another document—a printout of text messages from another phone.

“There’s a girl. Her name is: Prisha Malhotra. ”

My world came to a standstill.

I knew him.

Aarav’s office friend. They often joked about how close they were.

Aarav had earlier said:
“She is like a sister. Don’t be jealous, baby. ”

But in one message I read:

“If you can’t leave that girl, I’ll find you some other way.” Tell me you’re mine, or we’ll be separated. ”

A message from Prisha two weeks before Aarav’s death.

And now… A pregnant woman in the dark, with no one to tell the truth.

One night, the TV turned on on by itself.

CCTV footage surfaced from underneath the house—the camera that Aarav had installed for my security. At first, I had ignored him.

But now… There is a face.

Prisha.

She came in through the gate. Around 2:17 p.m.—at the time of Aarav’s “accident.”

He had a crowbark in his hand.

And at the end of the video, another whisper was heard that gave me goosebumps:

“He’s lying. It’s not over yet. ”

In the second month of pregnancy, I started bleeding. I was shivering in the hospital. She was crying.

As soon as the nurse fixed my IV, someone whispered in my ear. There was no one behind me.

“He can’t take my baby. I won’t let him go away from you, Anya. ”

I closed my eyes. I held back the tears. I hugged my dangling belly.

That was the beginning.

It wasn’t just the ghost of love.

It was the guard of his blood.

And I—I was the path to revenge.

To be continued…