brought me Bihar, took money from the girl’s family, never let
me see the girl, filled the marriage paper with the fake name, and
in the same drowsiness, she got me married to Vidya Mishra on
10 th December 2010, in a
temple of the state.
She told me that look-wise the girl is not good, but
if I do not keep her with me, she would keep forever. And the girl
would take care of the house. I wanted to run away from there but
they all started crying. I didn’t see the girl until I
garlanded.
‘Half the world does not know how the other half
live.’
Ever since I am born, I fuck the word destiny, but
that day, I kept my temper cool and went to sleep with my so-called
wife. I know whatever I have written here, the world has been
reading for months, and thirty thousand people have already read.
So I solemnly take an oath and tell you the truth that when I saw
her, I got completely disheartened and did not even touch her. She
started crying compelling me to get physically associated with her
because she had to reply to the family about the bed in the
morning. As it happens that some families ask the girl in the
morning about the masculinity of the man.
She was left untouched till 5.30 a.m. in the morning.
But when I heard her crying, in order to save my repute, just for
the shortest period of time, I made a very casual attempt. And I
don’t know how it happened that after a moth she was reported to be
carrying.
I really don’t know how it happened.
I will call it my rape – a rape of my manhood.
I am not sure whether she was really knocked pregnant
before marriage or after. Even after I brought her Mumbai, and she
stayed with me for a month, I could never touch her. I never felt
even one percent of interest to associate with her. All the nights
passed like sleepless and troublesome nights, and when Vidya’s
family pressurized my bhabhi after realizing all her tricks, my
bhabhi abused me using the word – motherfucker.
The girl has no breast, no look, and no body to be
called physically attractive to me. She is very thin and weak
suffering from ulcer. This accident made me so upset that after
coming to Mumbai I passed many days without food. I tried to adjust
with her but her look; feature and dressing sense were so down that
I could never talk to her properly.
Now I remember how greedy my bhabhi was. For
last ten years, she had been insisting me to give her money and
fulfill her physical need also – yes, sex. She used to
torture me so much for money that I had changed my contact number
distanced from them for a long period. After years when I called
them back, the very first sentence I heard that my mother had
passed away six months ago.
She used to tell me that she was physically not happy
with my bother. When I didn’t agree to bed with her, I had heard
her cursing me once that I would never get a wife more beautiful
than her. And so, she made that happen in reality. After pocketing
all the dowry money, she has recently developed her physical
intimacy with a local Delhi-based man blackmailing him to get his
property. In order to succeed into that, she is taking the help of
a witch-craft master also.
She never searched for a wife for me but a maid for
them.
The girl’s family did not even contact me when I sent
my info through email. They did everything without asking or
informing me, and even the day when I did not agree to marry, my
bhabhi said she would take care of the girl entire life. When I
could not stay with Vidya for more than a month in Mumbai, I called
her brother and sent her away with him. Since then I have not been
contacted by anyone yet, and I don’t want also.
Just recently, an unknown lady called me and said
that, Vidya ran away from her home, and was staying with a man
somewhere. Later on, I was told that my brother located her and
took her to Delhi. Failing to bend me to accept injustice, my
brother is keeping her as a maid for daytime and
me see the girl, filled the marriage paper with the fake name, and
in the same drowsiness, she got me married to Vidya Mishra on
10 th December 2010, in a
temple of the state.
She told me that look-wise the girl is not good, but
if I do not keep her with me, she would keep forever. And the girl
would take care of the house. I wanted to run away from there but
they all started crying. I didn’t see the girl until I
garlanded.
‘Half the world does not know how the other half
live.’
Ever since I am born, I fuck the word destiny, but
that day, I kept my temper cool and went to sleep with my so-called
wife. I know whatever I have written here, the world has been
reading for months, and thirty thousand people have already read.
So I solemnly take an oath and tell you the truth that when I saw
her, I got completely disheartened and did not even touch her. She
started crying compelling me to get physically associated with her
because she had to reply to the family about the bed in the
morning. As it happens that some families ask the girl in the
morning about the masculinity of the man.
She was left untouched till 5.30 a.m. in the morning.
But when I heard her crying, in order to save my repute, just for
the shortest period of time, I made a very casual attempt. And I
don’t know how it happened that after a moth she was reported to be
carrying.
I really don’t know how it happened.
I will call it my rape – a rape of my manhood.
I am not sure whether she was really knocked pregnant
before marriage or after. Even after I brought her Mumbai, and she
stayed with me for a month, I could never touch her. I never felt
even one percent of interest to associate with her. All the nights
passed like sleepless and troublesome nights, and when Vidya’s
family pressurized my bhabhi after realizing all her tricks, my
bhabhi abused me using the word – motherfucker.
The girl has no breast, no look, and no body to be
called physically attractive to me. She is very thin and weak
suffering from ulcer. This accident made me so upset that after
coming to Mumbai I passed many days without food. I tried to adjust
with her but her look; feature and dressing sense were so down that
I could never talk to her properly.
Now I remember how greedy my bhabhi was. For
last ten years, she had been insisting me to give her money and
fulfill her physical need also – yes, sex. She used to
torture me so much for money that I had changed my contact number
distanced from them for a long period. After years when I called
them back, the very first sentence I heard that my mother had
passed away six months ago.
She used to tell me that she was physically not happy
with my bother. When I didn’t agree to bed with her, I had heard
her cursing me once that I would never get a wife more beautiful
than her. And so, she made that happen in reality. After pocketing
all the dowry money, she has recently developed her physical
intimacy with a local Delhi-based man blackmailing him to get his
property. In order to succeed into that, she is taking the help of
a witch-craft master also.
She never searched for a wife for me but a maid for
them.
The girl’s family did not even contact me when I sent
my info through email. They did everything without asking or
informing me, and even the day when I did not agree to marry, my
bhabhi said she would take care of the girl entire life. When I
could not stay with Vidya for more than a month in Mumbai, I called
her brother and sent her away with him. Since then I have not been
contacted by anyone yet, and I don’t want also.
Just recently, an unknown lady called me and said
that, Vidya ran away from her home, and was staying with a man
somewhere. Later on, I was told that my brother located her and
took her to Delhi. Failing to bend me to accept injustice, my
brother is keeping her as a maid for daytime and
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