This time her family stood by her side.
You cried yourself to sleep on zillions of dark nights.
She realized her couch had started touching her ‘differently’.
At the tender of 24, I was forced into marriage.
I struggle to tell my story.
After I reached Bangalore, the nightmare did not end.
What I Realised About My Identity As I Went From Being My Father's Property To Being Owned By My Husband
I was just a doll that was alive but mute all the same.
I know I made a mistake when I told him the truth.
I have been alone 30 years.
He was the kind of man I wanted.