I am a small town girl but I had big dreams. I wanted to prove myself not only to the society but also to my parents.

I was a mediocre student during my school days but only understood the importance of education after I left my small town and went for AIPMT preparation. There I faced true competition. I tried my level best to crack the entrance but was not able to.

From that day itself I changed myself, I made a goal in life. I worked hard to reach my full potential. I thought my family members will support me but this is where I went wrong. After completing my graduation I went for my PG to the city of joy. I successfully completed my post graduation with a job in hand.

I had created a name for myself in my college. I had everything, wonderful friends, loving teachers and the love of my life. In all this I had forgotten about my family and my roots.

I had completely changed myself, I did not wanted to go back. I had my dreams, I wanted to be successful but my fate had something else in store for me. My parents wanted me to get married and settle down.

This is when I had to spill the beans about my boyfriend in front of my parents. He was from other caste. YES, it's the 21st century. My mom came to meet me and she tried her level best to convince me to come back home, I asked her to meet him just once but she did not agree.

I was begging her and she told me about her suicidal plans. I knew what my mom was capable of doing so I agreed to go to my hometown for a few days. On reaching my hometown, my mom's husband my lawful father was waiting with all his emotional blackmail. After all the blackmailing I was still not ready to leave my boyfriend.

I went back to my karmabhumi, finished all my assignments and with a faint hope of getting married to my boyfriend I went back to my hometown. I was in constant touch with him, waiting for a miracle to happen. Meanwhile my parents were finding a guy in our community to get rid of me. Although I lived in a small town, the environment was that of a big city.

My father finally found a match, a post graduate. They came to see me. I was approved by the family and my parents were happy, happier than the time they got to know that I had topped in my class, irony of it all. They got me engaged the same day.

I cried, I cried a lot, I had to break up on the phone. He (my boyfriend) thought that I didn't try hard enough, and I was just giving excuses. I didn't disagree because i wanted him to hate me. I loved him. But the worst phase of my life was yet to come.

I got married. I was told that he lived in a metro city. Frankly speaking I had no expectations from life. Once a confident girl turned into a hostile bride.

After bidai I got to know that I had been married off in a remote village. That day I died. I was killed by my parents. I'm still trying to adjust in the new environment.

My dreams were shattered, I was breathing outside and was dead inside. My ex boyfriend still thinks that I betrayed him for money and I let him believe dat. Deep inside I want to revolt, it's been 3 years but now i don't have the courage to thrive back. 

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