A plight of a married women – Since ages
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16th January, 2003.
Hi, readers. I was a girl with many dreams, and for the first time I felt like every dream of mine would come true when I first saw him. I was never interested in getting married but my parents asked me to just meet this guy Rahul. They were very confident that i would like him and accept their marriage proposal. They were right, he was so understanding, I fell in love with his looks in our first meeting and we got married after few dates. I was so happy to be his wife, I had everything. After our marriage he asked me to wear a black dress which he gave me on our engagement, though I didn’t like that dress I wore it as it was his gift, and that day I realized that I never married a human, I got married to an evil. That day after our first movie date, we drove back home. I was so tired that I told him that I would sleep early tonight, but he wasn’t okay with that, he said i was looking so beautiful that night so he wanted to make love, but i wasn’t ready. I told him that i couldn’t make it happen that night.
He was so strong that he pushed me on bed, I was still pleading him, but he didn’t listen. He took a cloth to shut my mouth so that no one could hear me, he sat on my body, i was still crying, my hands were tired and I couldn’t move my legs. He slowly stripped my clothes, he was enjoying that but I wasn’t. I thought making love gives pleasure but this wasn’t love. He started hurting me, I was bleeding, my skin got scars, it was about 40 minutes, he had made love with his wife and me? I was raped, brutally raped by my husband but why would someone believe me.
I thought of speaking about this with my mom but she wasn’t ready to listen to me, and this continued every day, sometimes he used burn my skin and sometimes he did cut it. And every time only he made love I was just a victim of marital rape. And it’s been 14 years of our marriage and I’m still alive. I cry day in and day out. Sometimes, I cry the whole night. Just like any other women, I like to be loved passionately. I still have a dream, only one dream just to fly away fry his cage. a dream which would never come true.
— Vaishnavi Vasudevan