by Niranjan Jha
Now let me tell you the last part of the story which happened in the year 2010, and when it happened, I had lost all the courage to live my life. I went into depression for months, but little by little, now I am recovering. The reason for this is that, in this incident I was smacked the blow to die by none other than my own family people. The conspiracy was framed-up by my bother. When it happened I felt the same as a raped girl feels, when she comes to her father for protection but her father also rapes her.
Here I tell you what happened at the end.
After Pushpa ran away from Mira Road, I requested my family to search for a girl for my marriage in September 2010 when I was thirty. Though, since the age of eighteen, I knew that my brothers were not going to do anything good to me, so I never asked any help and never gave them any chance to play a trick with me. But when I could not find a girl for marriage, I surrendered myself to family.
Since my father passed away in his early forty which was around twenty eight years ago, the family came into severe financial lurch. Both of my elder brothers spent money for my education but when the time came to get me married, they were inclined to find the very poor, less educated and village-girl who could look after my village-house in Bihar. After my mother passed away, the two bhabhis (sisters-in-law) were not able to stay in the village, so they wanted my wife to be with them.
In November 2010, I told my bhabhi that I would like to come down to Delhi to meet them. And I requested her to search a girl for me. Now see, what did she and my bother do…
They found a girl from very poor family in the interior village of Bihar.
The girl was so thin as if she was having some major sickness.
They took dowry from the girl’s family which I was never told.
They emailed me the photo of her which was taken five years ago.
My bhabhi told me that she would show me the girl before marriage and after my approval only the marriage would take process.
The day I reached Delhi, she gave me drug-diluted tea to drink and I went into drowsiness for four days. She brought me Bihar, took money from the girl’s family, never let me see the girl, filled the marriage paper with the fake name, and in the same drowsiness, she got me married to Vidya Mishra on 10th December 2010, in a temple of the state.
She told me that look-wise the girl is not good, but if I do not keep her with me, she would keep forever. And the girl would take care of the house. I wanted to run away from there but they all started crying. I didn’t see the girl until I garlanded.
‘Half the world does not know how the other half live.’
Ever since I am born, I fuck the word destiny, but that day, I kept my temper cool and went to sleep with my so-called wife. I know whatever I have written here, the world has been reading for months, and thirty thousand people have already read. So I solemnly take an oath and tell you the truth that when I saw her, I got completely disheartened and did not even touch her. She started crying compelling me to get physically associated with her because she had to reply to the family about the bed in the morning. As it happens that some families ask the girl in the morning about the masculinity of the man.
She was left untouched till 5.30 a.m. in the morning. But when I heard her crying, in order to save my repute, just for the shortest period of time, I made a very casual attempt. And I don’t know how it happened that after a moth she was reported to be carrying.
I really don’t know how it happened.
I will call it my rape – a rape of my manhood.
I am not sure whether she was really knocked pregnant before marriage or after. Even after I brought her Mumbai, and she stayed with me for a month, I could never touch her. I never felt even one percent of interest to associate with her. All the nights passed like sleepless and troublesome nights, and when Vidya’s family pressurized my bhabhi after realizing all her tricks, my bhabhi abused me using the word – motherfucker.
The girl has no breast, no look, and no body to be called physically attractive to me. She is very thin and weak suffering from ulcer. This accident made me so upset that after coming to Mumbai I passed many days without food. I tried to adjust with her but her look; feature and dressing sense were so down that I could never talk to her properly.
Now I remember how greedy my bhabhi was. For last ten years, she had been insisting me to give her money and fulfill her physical need also – yes, sex. She used to torture me so much for money that I had changed my contact number distanced from them for a long period. After years when I called them back, the very first sentence I heard that my mother had passed away six months ago.
She used to tell me that she was physically not happy with my bother. When I didn’t agree to bed with her, I had heard her cursing me once that I would never get a wife more beautiful than her. And so, she made that happen in reality. After pocketing all the dowry money, she has recently developed her physical intimacy with a local Delhi-based man blackmailing him to get his property. In order to succeed into that, she is taking the help of a witch-craft master also.
She never searched for a wife for me but a maid for them.
The girl’s family did not even contact me when I sent my info through email. They did everything without asking or informing me, and even the day when I did not agree to marry, my bhabhi said she would take care of the girl entire life. When I could not stay with Vidya for more than a month in Mumbai, I called her brother and sent her away with him. Since then I have not been contacted by anyone yet, and I don’t want also.
Just recently, an unknown lady called me and said that, Vidya ran away from her home, and was staying with a man somewhere. Later on, I was told that my brother located her and took her to Delhi. Failing to bend me to accept injustice, my brother is keeping her as a maid for daytime and mistress for night.
It is not that I was not giving money to my family since I started earning. I gave them a lot. But what they still did with me is blemish in its true sense. So I broke all the sources that could help them reach me ever in my life. Turning deaf ears and blind eyes on them, having lone identity in the over-crowded world, strengthening myself to remain sane, I am living somewhere far away from the shadows of their sins.
“When you laugh, the world laughs with you. When you cry, you cry alone.” –Proverb
Niranjan Jha
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