It's Called PRIDE!

[15] MARRIED AND UNHAPPY

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Laxmi

The past four years of our marriage have been an unfathomable abyss of torment and despair, which can't be conveyed in words. In my naive hope for solace from the trials of life, just to forget someone, some moments which I could never be able to replace.

I sought refuge in the arms of a man I believed to be my salvation, my sanctuary from the storms of existence. But little did I know that within the depths of his being lurked a beast, a creature of malice and cruelty.

On the day I exchanged vows with Arman, I was blind to the darkness that dwelled within his heart. It was only after the passage of months that the true nature of his being was unveiled, a relentless onslaught of venomous words, of degradation and humiliation. Each day became a symphony of suffering.

I found myself ensnared in the clutches of a husband whose dominance knew no bounds, a man I once believed and excerpted to be gentle and kind. How utterly pitiful I was, I still don't know.

In the depths of my despair, I found myself subjected to a fate more wretched than I could have ever imagined. Despite my own earnings, I became a victim of Arman's unforgiving wrath, enduring his rage.

Yet, the cruel hand of fate dealt me—the innocent soul of my son, Aviraj, bore witness to the brutality inflicted upon his mother. Born into a world tainted by his father's cruelty, my child endured the agony of seeing his own flesh and blood succumb to the torment of a man.

My heart breaks anew with each passing day, knowing that not only do I suffer at the hands of my husband, but my beloved son suffers alongside me. Oh, how I long for a sliver of hope amidst this sea of despair, a flicker of light to guide us through the abyss of our anguish.

Teaching has always been the beacon of light in the darkness of my life, a sanctuary where my spirit finds solace. Despite the relentless onslaught of torment, my time spent within the hallowed halls of my alma mater, where once I walked as a student, offers respite from the chaos that consumes my existence.

In the corridors and staff room of the school, I find camaraderie with my colleagues, laughter intermingling with the echoes of lessons imparted to eager minds. The familiar faces of my students bring warmth to my soul, their eager eyes a reminder of the innocence and hope that still exists in this world.

As a teacher, I am enraptured by the intricate tapestry of child psychology, delving into the depths of young minds. Each day brings forth a new chapter in the saga of human experience, as I bear witness to the myriad stories etched upon the faces of the parents who entrust their children to my care.

Today also unfolded like countless others, where the routine of school demanded my presence, and I dutifully fulfilled my obligations before returning to the confines of my home.

As I crossed the threshold, weary yet hopeful for the embrace of familiar uncomforts, my sight felt on my mother-in-law, perched upon the couch, her presence a harbinger of unease, swinging something ominously in her hands.

My relationship with my mother-in-law was one of indifference rather than outright animosity, yet it was clear that her disapproval lingered beneath the surface. Her disdain seemed directed not at me personally, but at the very essence of modern womanhood - the independence and self-reliance that I so fiercely embodied.

In her eyes, the ideal woman was one who embraced traditional roles without question, one who found fulfilment in servitude rather than autonomy. Thus, I found myself burdened with an endless array of household tasks, each one a testament to her vision of domesticity.