"Geet", a voice penetrated my ears so deep and sharp like a knife stabbed to my non healing wounds.
"Boliye(speak)", I replied with as soft as I can but fate really hates because I am not speaking just showing him gestures which he hates to the core of his heart, so he pulled a fistful of my hairs in his hands pulling them apart and throwing me on the bed and as usual the same thing going to happen, the thing they say husband's right and I say 'Marital rape'.
Night falls with my protests, his slaps and countless curses of me being a whore, slut and toy for everyone in this house and if I have to scream about this being the truth then I am ready as being raped by his brothers and him, doesn't it makes me prostitute.
'Did my father hated me that much that I have to beg on his knees everyday for food, water and everything that a human deserves', as I was dwelled in my thoughts he came back with one of his sluts or should say more human being than me.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ROOM, YOU STINGY BITCH AND BATH IN HALL", he yells though I don't budge from my spot but he threw me out of my own room or say his room. He thinks I stinks but that bastard reeks of sex, worthlessness, dumpyard.
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It's not like I can't help myself and as the saying goes, 'God helps those who help themselves' but even a wall needs supports, needs a column to held itself and i am just a human being without any support, any motivation to held my hand and head high to the level where my own thinking reeks of possessiveness of my own but even if god don't help I will challenge his only existence to be out of this hedgehog of spiders and snakes by taming the dragon, the dragon I met nine years ago in my contest.
Remembering his beautiful eyes, and his hands in prayer to my tune and voice, a person who not only admired but also prayed to my voice, a person dancing on my tune, on my feelings in the crowd without feeling any remorse, shame and embarrassment. I wanted a guy like him but his only existence was a mere dream, since the moment a girl kissed him and my crush shattered to not bringing myself to break someone's house, if only that girl had never came maybe, just maybe we would have been in a different point or path of the life but isn't it ' jinka takdeero may likha munasif nahi hota woh kabhi nahi mil skte chahe unke dil hi kyu na mil jaye(those who are not meant to meet by fate, they can never meet even if there heart meets'.
'shhhaaaaa', rain comes with my tears disappearing within it saying maybe you are never meant to be happy, never in this life even if you spit on the door of god because for him everyone is equal even if you scream, he's biased.