Amina

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Raj is proving to be a hard nut to crack. Despite my best efforts, he’s still drinking heavily, often waking up drunk in the morning. Desperate to help him, I decide to take drastic measures. One night, I chain him to his bed, hoping that a night of sobriety will make him see reason.

The next morning, Raj wakes up and immediately starts making a fuss. “What the hell, Amina? Let me go!”

I stand firm, my heart pounding. “Okay, Raj. I’ll let you go because you don’t want to listen to me. But know this: I’m doing this because I care about you.”

I also block his bank card, ensuring he can’t withdraw any money to buy alcohol. When his mother confronts me, I stand my ground. “He’s using the money to buy useless things. I will not allow it. If he wants to use money in this house, it will be for profitable means.”

Preeta, always ready with a snide comment, whispers loudly enough for me to hear, “Oh my god, we had Aisha to control us, and now we have this girl too.”

Ramesh, trying to lighten the mood, jokes, “Well, at least Amina’s cooking is worth the trouble!”

Preeta nudges him sharply, but I can’t help but smile at his attempt to diffuse the tension.

Frustration builds in Raj, and he confronts me angrily. “You think you can control me? My wife says something, and I go with it. I’m not your puppet!”

I feel the anger rising in me too. “I’m not trying to control you, Raj. I’m trying to help you. But you have to want to help yourself too.”

Despite my efforts, Raj starts drinking without paying, finding ways to get alcohol on credit. One evening, I can’t find him anywhere in the house. Worried, I start searching for him and eventually find out he’s at a local bar known for its rough crowd.

I rush to the bar, my heart pounding with fear. Inside, I see Raj surrounded by a group of men, clearly in trouble. As I approach, one of the men raises a chair, ready to strike Raj.

Without thinking, I throw myself in front of Raj, taking the blow meant for him. The pain is immediate and overwhelming, and I collapse to the floor, as I feel my self fading with a wild headache.

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