She sat silently on a flowery bed, wearing a red and golden lehnga, like a butterfly sitting on a bunch of flowers, unaware of the concept of ‘first night’. Because all she knew was, she is destined to meet a prince charming; her mother never nipped her that “A Devil exists”.
She sat skeptical, folding her elegant arms around her legs, covering her face with a pellucid veil. She looked alluring. Anxiety and happiness filled her at the same time. She fell asleep while waiting for her husband.
A hefty noise of the door woke her up. She kneaded her eye to look at the door. She saw a tall and broad built man coming towards her in inebriation. She instinctively covered her face again, that is what she saw in the movies too. But what she never realized is that life is not about REEL; there is no such thing called “ROMANCE” in real life.
Her husband laid his body over her without wasting a second. He spread her legs apart, forced himself inside her. He grabbed her body but failed to touch her soul. He maimed her from head to toe, tearing her soul into pieces. He not only undressed her but her soul too. Tears fell from her eyes with every frenzied thrust of his body over her.
He lifted his body from hers, leaving deep scars on her soul and grunted to other side, leaving her naked on the other part of the world, a world she had already entered in her dreams and which now lay shattered. She clamped her legs together in pain and crumbled to a side wondering what happened.
She couldn't digest this harsh reality of marriage. She asked herself, “Is marriage all about this” wiping the tears from her cheeks...
Next morning when she woke up, her husband was nowhere to be found. She placed her trembling legs on the floor, she could barely walk. She howled not because of the physical pain but because of the despair in her heart. She felt helpless. She felt fragile. She felt deceived not by her husband but by her parents who taught her not to talk to any stranger, not to fall in love; who made her believe that they will get her ‘a Prince Charming’ and kept her safe from the devil side.
On her first night, she felt as if she was raped by her husband. There was no subsidy for the marks she has had on her heart. And the worst part was, she could not do anything about it.
She knew she had to endure it every day. She asked herself why? And the answer was just two words- her parents.
On her first night she realized “Devil Exist”.
~~~
We become fault-finders when incidences of rape happen in our country. We are mere hypocrites, being judgmental about her cloths, her liberty, and her parents. What we don’t realize is that we were doing the same throughout our life with our own wives behind the veil called Marriage.
Please don’t be a devil raping your wife everyday and validate it by saying “you can do it because you are married to her”. Be her Prince Charming by giving the respect and love she deserves.
Written By Prerika
Written By Prerika
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The Indelible nib- It is not just a blog but a diary of untold stories. We believe everyone of us has a story to tell and it must be put in words. If you have such stories, please mail us at prerikakanchan@gmail.com.
0 comments:
Post a Comment