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"I love her so much, It physically pains me to imagine a life without her, I feel like I won't survive a single second, without her. I feel I am drowning and only she could save me, But here I am, drowning without her, and she'...
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27 MAY 2014. SARGODA, PAKISTAN.
My husband, Jalal Naffar died two years ago.
He was a simple man. Had a government job with a decent salary. Never touched me in our four years of marriage because he always went back to his first wife who had three children with him.
He always gave me some amount of money for my monthly expenses and that's it.
I don't hate him nor do I respect him.
If he was so loyal to his wife then why did the promise of few lakhs from my brother made him marry a girl who was nearly his daughter's age.
I don't hate him because he let me be alone and didn't said anything when I did my masters at a local university.
Two years ago, I thought I finally had the chance of escaping him when he passed away at a motorway accident.
But I was wrong.
First, I didn't had a home to return to.
Second, I don't know where to go.
Third, his step brother, Jahangir Naffar, kidnapped me to Sargoda and informed my in laws that I died by suicide. He kept me for three months in a room with no connections except a small ventilation window.
Fourth, he raped me there last year and impregnated me.
Fifth, I planned to kill him.
Tonight.
I had enough.
For two years he tortured me. There were days when I didn't even recognized myself. I didn't knew what I was or who I was. What did I liked? What is my favourite colour? The shade of blue in my mind kept fading. What had been the use of the degrees I studied for?
Was it for nothing?
Did my parents educated me for nothing?
On the mention of my parents, my heart aches.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and take a breath, clutching my seven months belly.
I have been tortured enough. I won't let my child go through it too.
It's not that he tried to torture me after I found that I was pregnant.
He tried every trick and failed every time.
Not after today.
I hated violence, never was a fan. But to save my child, I am ready to go any lengths.
My spine stiffens as I hear footfall behind me.
I keep my hands on the kitchen counter and my eyes on the large kitchen knife.
"What are you doing out here?" I move my eyes away from the burning electric kettle on the kitchen counter.
