Not just a mother after sunday- chapter 1(a story)

 "She is so beautiful", Heena said as tears rolled out of her eyes. She was seeing our new born girl few minutes after giving birth. I was sitting beside her with happiness beyond words and also in some corner of my heart there was a little fear. I am Nayanth and Heena is my better half. After some time I forgot about the fear. How could I be bother by that when both of them were in front of me alive and healthy? Then we finally decided to name her Hiyanshi. That day went extremely well and after finishing every work we went to sleep. Again that thought entered my head while sleeping. This is a world where after giving birth, mothers would be granted with some strange abilities by some unknown deity or whatever, I don't know. Some centuries ago, it started. Some people say that it's a blessing for humanity, but I believe that it's a curse. Like the demon is playing with us out of his boredom. I have heard and seen many cases where moms were granted terrifying abilities. Harmful for themselves and their families. After seven days of birth of baby those abilities could be felt or simply, can be used. I heard one case where one mom was exhaling only poisonous gases so for everyone's safety she killed herself and the gases stopped immediately or else everyone in her surrounding would be dead after few moments. I can't imagine the pain she must have gone through to kill herself. I guess she had a kind heart.When the world grows more power there are always peoples who exploit or tries to take control over one another. One life becomes threat to another in direct or indirect way. Some peoples are there who are longing for this powers to paint the earth with flames. I really don't want Heena to develop such cursed abilities. I feel powerless as I can't do anything to change the fact that after seven days she won't be just a mom who would love her baby but also she has to adjust with her abilities. She is not excited for this, she just want to take care of her baby. Next day she did her work like usual but she was very calm. Like she was thinking about all this but wouldn't let me worry about it. In night these endless thoughts would have me awake as if the devil himself is staring at me. Sometimes she would wake up from nightmares and I did everything I can to support her but it was tough seeing her like this. And then it was Saturday, the day before the fateful day. When I woke up in the morning, she was already awake and seeing baby's face and thinking something. Her eyes were filled with love's sorrow. It was painful to see her like this but I had to help her. With a kiss on the forehead her emotions were leaning towards light. Like me, she was also worried but she wasn't weak. We had to go through this time together and we did. She wasn't talking much that day but her eyes were speaking a lot. She was determined to stay by her family whether the situation permits or not. With this it was Sunday morning...

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