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Chapter 2

It was peak of December when the wedding was planned chilly outside but with great enthusiasm I wore a peach dress for my aunts ladies sangeet. I loved to dance muni badnam hui and Sheela ki jawani were latest song at that time and I danced a lot like anything I was quite a dancer and would move my hips on one two songs always everyone asked me to dance too, like a typical Indian household it was…

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STORY OF A UNNAMED GIRL

Epilogue

Well this is not the first time tried to write not because I want to be writer or something I tried write to express myself, to express the journey I had to take but apparently I am not so good as a story teller may be because I am protagonist of my story and my story well my story is not so good to relive through, but somehow I always knew that I have to tell this story to get away from it, so here it is I don’t know if anybody will read this blog or it will ever come across anyone but if it does and anyone remotely feel related to it please share your thoughts because trust me it’s important to vent these things out you may seems to be ok from outside and feel like the things are in the past but those things still haunt you in your dreams because they had been part of your life.

Chapter 1

So, starting with it I nearly don’t remember the day when I this all started but somehow, I rounded upon that I might be around 13 or 14 when our family first met him, my brain has somehow conditioned to forget the stuffs and hence I don’t remember a major chunk of my teenage life and hence so the age.

We were sitting in our living room of our 1bhk discussing about how to get through the operation my family is not so rich they have somehow managed to get me good education and hence when we got to know we have to get an expensive operation for my mother she was having tumour in her uterus we found ourselves helpless and didn’t know what to do. She was bleeding river and my aunt came to console us she is faraway related relative and we knew for sure no matter how will be mange money we will not let my mother to suffer in government hospital, condition of government hospital is particularly not so good in our place and the operation has to be right, so we went on discussing with a lot people for best opinion and looking for money.

My aunt was married to rich he had good connects in our city and was somewhat people figure most of the politician and important people knew him and he promised to help us, we admitted my mother to one of the best hospital and he pulled some strings and made our expense cut short in half. The operation went well after 13 days in hospital in luxury paid room something beyond our imagination and capability, we felt like we are under great debt from this man. I remember I was in class 8th and my final exams were happening at that point I was staying with my aunt she took care of me and my mom and after 13 days she finally came back home. I have cried a lot in my life but I was careful enough to not to show to anyone I always wanted to be strong and always portrayed too but this time I was in tears when I saw my mother after very long time I laid in her lap and cried, first time cried in public other than bathroom.

After my mother operation my aunt and his husband visit was frequent my aunt was his second wife and he never gave a public name to her he gave her a lot of money home and everything but not the name or his identity in public, for people we never introduced him because he didn’t wanted to most importantly we didn’t know how to introduce, it was a difficult relation we never really know where to fit this they had a son but no name of father in school certificates he entertained her family but never in public in public he was a god figure with having one wife and three children and living happily, yes he was a kind of person whom everyone know in our city, if we ever go out with him people will instantly recognize and ask how we are related to him and he use to simply say we are just friends. After my mother operation we accompanied his lies and never felt the oblige to do anything about it. Days went by he came to our home with gifts and utilities and somehow, I don’t know why we never minded it, his neither of the wives knew he was visiting frequently and asked us not to tell our aunt. He painted a vicious picture of her how bad she and how badly he is trapped in this marriage, how she blackmailed him to marry and give money and how she never herself never wanted his name and money, somehow, I can see how gullible we were then but at that time I really don’t know why we failed to see.

Soon in December my youngest aunt again not closely related to us was getting married and this marriage was a turning point in my life where everything went south, from aspiring teenager to a pile of lost body, soul that still seems to be trapped in this for ever turmoil. That marriage changed my life story from simple romcom it changed me to fighter that I never wanted to become.