KiaraWithK99
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- Parts 11
It was just 5 am in the morning. My husband, children and my in-laws all seem to be in deep slumber and I was cleaning the whole house. Only god knows how much work I need to do today. I just sometimes wonder, do all HOUSEWIVES lead their lives like me or is it just me!
Guess I will never find out....
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"Anjali, have you ironed my clothes yet? I have to go to school"
"Ma , where is my tiffin?"
"Ma , where is my other sock? "
"Bahu, where is my morning tea? "
"Can't you even complete this much work? What can I even expect from you?"
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My name is Anjali, an ordinary Housewife living in Sonaropur, a small village. A victim of child marriage I must add. My day starts with work and ends with work.
And my husband, he is... just busy... with his profession...
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"Will u ever love me? I know we were forced into this in our childhood but still I am the mother of your 3 children... Don't I deserve this much?" Anjali said looking into my eyes.
I couldn't meet her eyes . After all I am also partly responsible for those tears. But I promise from today SHE WON'T NEVER, I REPEAT NEVER CRY.