An Estranged Wife

Letter 8- The Trip!

Apologies for the late, I've been caught in some stuff so didn't got time to update here.

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Dear Stranger,

It's been a while since I last wrote to you. Are you not thinking about of what's to come next?

Obviously, you aren't otherwise your mother would have called a dozen times already. But surprising that I had none lately. Are you fine, stranger?

Asking you out of courtesy sake because my parents had taught me to be civilized even with people who never respected me or my wishes. Worse those also who never treated me as a human being.

And you top the list, unfortunately stranger.

Funny! Before you I never felt that I was ever despised by anyone. After you, it's the thing I had to see daily wherever I go.

You know my neighbours have been wondering that what am I doing in my parents place for months? Everyday, a woman comes with an excuse to inquire me.

She thinks what a horrible wife I'm to leave my husband alone. In their words, I lack the characterstics of being a good and loyal wife. I don't know how to be adjusting.

Such judgemental  ladies who can't use their common sense that a marriage doesn't break only if a woman lacks anything, but it breaks if a man is not ready to accept the compromises made by his woman.

And you my stranger are the biggest example of it. Yet, I haven't revealed them that it's not I who was wrong, it's you who has always been wrong.

Because the thing is somewhere I blame myself for the mess I got myself in. I thought like every stupid female hopes to change her husband for better even I would move my magic wand of love on you but what I fail to see is that neither do life is a book, nor I am a fairy who is blessed with tons of super woman powers.

I was a normal woman with normal demands. I am a woman of dignity and honour, who couldn't tolerate her humiliation every day with a smile. I refused to become the victim of your abusive world, because being a woman doesn't mean I have to be a sacrificial lamb for your happiness, when you don't even care if you have ever shown me a tinge of happiness.

Happiness was something I thought this matrimony would give to me, but such a shame it is that this relationship became the biggest curse of my life.

A curse that I would never get rid off even if I give my life away for your claim is stuck on me with a non-stick glue.

Anyways, Stranger do you remember the Mumbai trip we made or more like a forced two day trip you had to endure with me because your mother forced you to take me along while you made excuses of work. She was not to be argued with, and you had to take me like a burden with you.

"I'd be busy entire day so stay in the hotel only. Do not roam around anywhere, nor talk to anyone and If I found you disobeying me then you are never stepping out of the house," it was your warning as we boarded the plane. As much as a torture it was to you, trust me it was a sheer torture for me to sit beside you.

And for the first time I saw your perverted side when you flirted constantly with the air hostess by calling them for petty things.

Did you think I was sleeping? Of course, you were otherwise I doubt you had guts to eye them with those lusty looks. What a disgrace! I sat beside you yet you didn't had any shame.

Or it was a move to make me jealous so that I'd allow you to have sex with me. Whatever it was, I knew then that you're the most disgusting man I'd ever see in my life.

At the landing I was bit scared, so unconsciously I clutched your hand even if it was the most hateful thing to do. Creepy! You jerked me as if I was an untouchable thing.

"Can't you hold something else." You snapped.

"I'm afraid of heights." I said lowly.

"Obviously, an illiterate fool like you would be scared. Is there anything you can do easily apart from defying me."

"I'm not illiterate. I left my passion for you just so you know. If I hadn't agreed to what your mother said then you wouldn't be saying this. And if you have so much issues only, why didn't you told your mother that you needed a model wife. At least I would have been spared of tolerating a jerk like you." I retaliated and you stared at me dumbfounded.

I wonder what was so shocking in that moment. The truth or the slap of words. Probably both because a man like you lack strength to bear the reality being thrown on face.

But Mr Malhotra, don't take people's silence for granted because when it breaks you are left with nothing but guilt and remorse.

Ops!

My bad! Remorse is not for you otherwise instead of apologizing right there, you wouldn't have said what you did, "I'll show you what power I have after we reach hotel. You are speaking too much now adays. You need to know your place which is under my feet not above me."

After that no words were exchanged because I knew either I was getting beaten up, or you are going to make any mess that I'd be forced to clear again. A shaby bastard like you can't do anything else apart from recklessness.

Your words didn't even surprised me, nor your actions did when we were inside the suite booked by your boss.

It looked more like a honeymoon suite. What a waste! It was used by a man to show his wife, the monster inside him.

It was used by a psycho husband to beat the living shit out of his wife's body until she didn't had any energy to dodge the attacks and it was used by a heartless beast to make his wife beg for forgiveness at his feet by rubbing her nose on his shoes in order to be let out.

My tears didn't flow for you didn't need to see them. My screams echoed in my ears along with your merciless laughter when you pulled my hair and warned, "Got your place. Now never open your mouth again. Get yourself cleaned. And when I returned, I want everything as it was before."

Torned, disheveled and lifeless with when you left me on the cold floor, I wished for death to succumb me in it's circle, for the physical pain wasn't killing as much as the mental was causing the spiteful feelings inside me against you.

I wondered what did you wanted as before.

Our relationship or the room. Both were dead and distorted to never be the same again. The culprit was only one. You! You and You!

But still I didn't wished death upon you.

You know why?

Because your mother depends on you, she has given birth to a beast like you so how could I take that right away from her to kill that beast too.

I'm sure one day she would once she knows your sins. Your father's soul might be in great deal of pain seeing his son reach the extreme level of being a sick bastard who lacked empathy to understand that a wife is to be loved, and treasured not abused daily.

You would never understand this but I hope you treat your girlfriend with respect. Don't kill her alive otherwise you won't even get hell after death.

Even the god of death would cringe in giving you a place.

P.S. Sending you the pictures of my wounds, that have been given by you. I plan to get them framed and hang them in my wall so that next time when anyone raise their fingers on my skills to be a wife, they would know how skillful my husband was.

If you don't mind, you also frame them and hang them in your living room and office. You'd get the satisfaction of being a powerful asshole for inflicting your marks upon a woman's body in such a way that they would never leave her.

Until next time, my tormentor. If bile rises in your throat, don't puke, swallow it. You should taste yourself too.

Your Slave,
Pari.

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