So, I had to keep quiet.
His chats got dirtier by the day.
One day he tried to push a beer bottle in me.
I had not slept the previous night due to tension.
On the day of our marriage I got cold feel and I called him to say as much.
Mine was a love marriage. We were in a relationship for seven years before we decided to tie the knot.
While my elder sister was sent to America to pursue her MBA...
So, marrying him was my choice, nobody else's.
One day I broke my silence.
Sound familiar to anyone?