Bahu Manorath

Bahu Manorath

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2st book in the series "Ray Barir Bouma" "What ? what is happening?" I screech in pain. Everything's a blurr. No everything has become a blurr duebto the fire. The fire that is engulfing me and...and my l-late husband. "Wait-why am I sitting on the pyre where my husband is being cremated." I thought to myself as the pain of my sking burning finally was registering in my brain and that's when I realised, I am a Sati. I look around to see my son standing beside his uncle's , my husband's siblings, and crying profusely as they are trying to take the burning mashal from his hands. From the same hands which he used to cremate his parents. my brows furrow with panic as I look down at myself. "what is happening? Save me! Thakurpo! Baba Moshai! Save me!!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~ After the sudden death of her husband, Mollika Mohan Ray, the elder Daughter in law of the Murshidabad Zamindari in the early 18th century, was forced to perform Sati! On the pyre, as she was being cremated with her late husband she got her consciousness back and realised she wanted to live. Atleast for her kid and thus decided to jump of the pyre and run towards freedom.
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