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The Man I Wanted To Marry Killed Our Child, But I Have Decided To Live Again...
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*For representational purpose only.
I fell in love with him during my college days. Our life was beautiful. I was on cloud nine. He treated me like a princess.
Since my parents were divorced, I stayed in a hostel, and his love meant everything to me.
Being from South India, we sustained our relationship through phone calls. After finishing my studies, I moved to Kolkata, securing a job as a software engineer. Eventually, I left that work for him and began working for his company.
Days passed. We both bought a flat and started living together.
I could feel the change in him. His mother couldn't accept me as her daughter-in-law since I am a South Indian hailing from a middle-class family.
He chose to register our marriage officially. Following that decision, we relocated to his hometown, Murshidabad, and applied for our marriage registration.
Once we got back to Kolkata, I had a surprise waiting for him: I was pregnant. I was so happy. I was eagerly waiting for my little princess while he went to his home to visit his mother.
Upon his return, shockingly, he brought another girl with him, and I discovered he had married her.
I was broken and lashed out at him. We had an argument. In a merciless outburst, he pulled me down, beat me blue and black, and kicked me in the stomach. I was unconscious. He left me alone in my flat and moved out.
My neighbour took me to the hospital, and when I opened my eyes, reality was awaiting me: I lost my baby.
I couldn't hold myself. Tears rolled down my eyes. I tried to console myself. I was strong. I fought back against him. He tried to convince me he wanted me as his girlfriend.
Unable to endure the situation any longer, I flew back to Kerala to be with my mother. But my days were still filled with tears and the lingering pain of being exploited emotionally, physically, and sexually. Being a victim, I never got justice from society.
Friends who tried to console me only increased my pain. Criticism from my relatives burned me alive, and even close friends tried to take advantage of me. I was depressed and, in one sense, dead.
But finally, one day, I came across my natty, my love. He is older than me; he is 55 years old, whereas I am 23.
He comforted me, helped me to get away from my pain, motivated me, showed me the colourful world, taught me to fly beyond the sky, and now I believe that I will win. Not today, but definitely one day.
I stopped worrying about society and was brave enough to share my story loudly.
My aim is to inspire and be an example for other women, encouraging them to rise above challenges.
Currently, my focus is on my studies. I want to be an IAS officer and support all the women who were abused and exploited like me.