I am fed up of this. I know you got me married to Jeet because he is rich and settled well in life. For this long I have endured their tuants in silence, as long as it is verbal, I can tak e it. But yesterday his mother burned my hand and when I showed it to Jeet, he hit me with his belt and threatened to kill me if I spoke anything against him. He says you insulted him by giving him a Scorpio and not a Volkswagen. From the day 1 of this wretched married life I have suffered, I do not have it in me to take it any more mother.
I am sorry, but I wanted to tell you these things before these people kill me and call it suicide like they did it with my elder sister in law. I am afraid to live in this house mother. Every step I take is taunted, I am treated worse than a slave here. I wanted to hide all this from you and pretend to have a normal life for your sake, but I don’t have a life anymore mother. You said everything would be alright when a child will come, but he will never have a child with me as long as that Suparna is there in his life.
I don’t want to die at his hands today, because that is what he will do when I show him the marks where his mother burned me with hot coals from the chulha. He filled my life with shame, I don’t want to die in shame at the hands of these monsters mother. I am taking my life, before he comes home. I don’t want to see these monsters’ face any more, I know dad will not like it if I come home. He said he would die rather than have his married daughter come and stay in his house.
Goodbye Mother. Please tell Father that I am sorry.
Leo and I are writing about the various social evils prevalent in our society. Today, we write about Dowry.
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