Once up on a time I was happy. I had limitless love in my life. I fled with my husband when I was fourteen. After our marriage, we stayed under the open sky for seven days. In spite of homelessness and hunger our cup was full with love. It was unbelievable for me me when we rented a one bed room house for the first time. I felt that, someone would come into our room and ask us to leave. We had no varandha, but through the tiny window, I passed my entire evening, waiting for his return.I used to open the door as soon as I heard his footsteps. I never missed my parents, never sent them any clue where I went; I remained loyal to only one person and he was my husband.
For my husband I was his world. We brushed our teeth with the same brush, we slept in one pillow and ate in the same plate. Life was romantic more than a movie, and the climax was. I was expecting my first child but he was expecting something else from me. The day I told him about the little life inside me, he slightly smiled. When I asked him how he was feeling, he stroked my hair. I slept in fullness. The next morning I wake up in blood. He had mixed something with my food, and made me go through an abortion. That morning, I found myself tied in the bed. I did not believe anything. He was there - cold and cruel. That love, affection, and trust was all gone and I was crying, begging him to be what he was before. His eyes were like of a strangers. In our one bed room home - I was desperately failing, failing from dream into reality. After a few hours I went into deep sleep. Perhaps those hours were the best hours of my life, because atleast I was able to sleep.
The next day I wake up in this brothel and from that day on, I never slept again. I was sold by my husband. Over the last five years I have been paying for believing in love. I got several chances to flee from this hell but what about the hell that is burning alive inside my heart. I cannot escape from my heart anymore and thus, I deserve all the punishments for foolishly believing in true love.
- Asha (20)
Oh my goodness, you poor thing! I am so sorry this happened to you. I can only hope that things have gotten better for you!
I wish!
Wow, that is powerful. thanks for sharing.