I was in 10th std when I started talking to this guy and we became good friends. He was 5 years elder to me and I found a genuine friend in him. We spoke for about 9 months and then I realized that his behavior was changing towards me.

He started forcing me by saying things like “Either you find a partner or find one for me. Otherwise we are not talking.”

This was the first time I was stuck in such a situation. And soon after when I went to my native place to attend a marriage ceremony, I was getting shocking texts from him. He confessed that he loved me and he had been trying to win my heart for the past 9 months. He officially proposed to me and when I asked him what made him fall for me, he said “Because you are a sort of beautiful.” He made me realize that I was also attached to him because we had been talking to each other for months and it was obvious for me start liking him.

We had a good connection and I didn’t have any good reason to reject his proposal. I was single for a long time and I thought that may be this one was meant for me. I was weak at heart and I finally accepted his proposal.

It was like a sudden spark of love that I was experiencing in my teenage years. Thinking about him gave me butterflies, and we were cherishing our love in the most beautiful form. Initial three months were amazing because he created a fairy tale for me, where he did everything that I saw in the movies. It was not his good looks or intelligent mind that made me weak in my knees. I was fond of him because he was a wonderful person and I found a supportive soul in him. Was he really that good, or was he just good at portraying the image of a perfect partner?

After three months, he started demanding things. As a girl who was in 11th std, it was not easy for me to give away my first kiss like any other candy. I needed time, I needed some mind make-up, and I needed the will power to be sure of what I was going to do.

It was no big deal, but for me it was my first kiss. He forced me to kiss him and I thought it was beautiful and he loves me.

He told me to touch his private parts and got angry when I said that I felt weird. And one fine day, he fought with me because I said that I was not ready for having sex. I promised to be with him for the rest of my life and love him unconditionally, but his reply for this left me in a state of shock. He said, “That’s not what I want from you!” I made up things with him and tried to cool down his temper. He used to bring this topic in between any regular conversation and it used to end up with him saying "Don’t talk to me, I am done with you."

He forgot my birthday and started behaving in a ruthless manner. With each day, I became more exhausted and less alive. And one day, when I told him that he was being a despo, he slapped me. And then, it became an untold custom of slapping me for everything I said against him.

Every time I told him that he was becoming an animal, he said that he was frustrated because of not getting a job. Things got worse and he harmed me in different ways. He clutched my neck and threatened me by saying that "I can kill you right here. So you don’t dare to speak against me." He took me to the top of a water tank despite knowing the fact that I had was afraid of heights. He held me from my neck and leaned me against the wall of the tank and said "What will you do if I push you from here?" He slapped me for every small reason and called me names.

While I was praying for his well being, he was hurting me more. Every time I thought of moving on, he blackmailed me emotionally by saying "Things will be fine once I get placed." And, then it was stupid me, who found invisible ray of hope in his fake promises. He pushed me from my bicycle and I got hit by an auto rickshaw. He didn’t turn up in front of me for a week neither did he try to know if I was alive. He was enjoying his college trip while I was recovering from the accident. He slapped and punched me for not recharging his number, not bringing him coke, chips, and chocolate on time, and also for not giving my iPod to him. All the things I gifted him, were passed on to some random person. He asked me to frame up a sex story, he told me to send my nude pictures, which I obviously denied.

He asked me to prove my love for him by writing his full name on my wrist with a blade, and I did it. Finally, he got placed in a well known organization and he moved to another city. This was the day I was waiting for and I truly believed that things will get better now. And, he started behaving like how he used to do when we got into a relationship. But then, he used to text me after an interval of two weeks. He went offline every time I messaged him on Facebook, and he started posting pictures with girls. I tried to remain calm but things were going out of my hands. When I asked him about the pictures, he abused me again and said that I had a dirty mind and cheap mentality.

He updated his relationship status which said that he was committed with someone. And after a week, he told me, “You were a sweet girl and you will always be special for me. But I love someone else.”

This pierced my heart like a sharp knife and I recollected all those gloomy days when I convinced myself to tolerate his blunders and misbehavior. I was shattered after this incident. I had so many questions to ask him, but I felt worthless. I lost my self-respect, I did things that made me uncomfortable, and I gave up my academics, for this flat rejection. It became impossible for me to bear this pain and I finally tried to commit suicide by taking toxic pills. He was informed by my friend and he gave no reaction to it. He thought he will be blamed for this, and so he said that it was just a prank that he played on me because he wanted me to move on as we had no future together. And, stupid me again, who partially believed him and hung up with the one sided shallow relationship.

This went on for about 3 more months, and I came to know many other shocking secrets of his life. While in a relationship with me, he had sex with two other girls and I was at fault according to him because I failed to fulfill his desires.

He informed me that he was coming to meet his parents and he will meet me only on one condition that I should go down on him. I agreed because I wanted to meet him and find out what went wrong from my side. We went to a beach where he forced me to go down, but I resisted. I cried, I begged for mercy, and told him that I was there only to talk to him. He finally told me that he was not interested in me and wanted to move on.

I set him free from this bond and initiated the official break up with him. I felt restless, and after a week I sent him a message where I listed all my stupid questions, asking for a valid reason for everything he did to me. And then, I was getting this message from a girl (his girlfriend for whom he left me):

"Stop annoying my man. He has told me everything about you and I know girls like you will try to win him over. Look at you. You are fat, ugly; you have acne and scars on your face. You stand nowhere in front of me so just buzz away. Why don’t you leave him alone when he is not interested? You are just another bi*** who will keep stalking my guy. You don’t deserve to be with him because you have no standard to sit next to him."

And with this, I never tried to contact him again. Neither did I tell his girlfriend the truth. I just moved away and blocked both of them. I went into a phase of depression, didn’t sleep for months, and isolated myself from everyone.

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