Bad and bleak! Part 2.

 Sequel -

Evil Epilogue...


It was the extreme thing this time. He brought his girlfriend home. They kissed on the couch in the living room, while Shanti stood there watching them. The husband glanced at Shanti, smirked and continued kissing the girl. He slowly moved his hands from her neck to the back, then slowly to her bosom. He was groping her all around while kissing her incessantly. Shanti couldn't bear to see this. She closed her eyes and was about to leave when her husband yelled, "Wait here and watch us make love", he winked at the girl and laughed.


Shanti stood there like a statue, no feelings, no emotions, while her husband and the girl undressed themselves and made out in front of her. Her eyes wanted to cry but the tears were already dried.


She had been through this for months now. She had cried when he had burnt her wrist with the cigarette butt while covering her mouth tightly with one hand. He didn't let her scream. Her tears could only flow to relieve her off the pain. She had cried when he had kicked her saying the food was tasteless. She had cried when he had spat on her saying she's ugly and told her not to show her face early in the morning. She used to cover her face and hand him the bed tea everyday. She had cried when he had twisted her hand because she handed over a glass of water to his male friend and their hands had touched.






She had cried so much that the eyes refused to refill the tears anymore.


She wasn't allowed to call her parents. Her passport was forcibly taken away by him. He didn't allow her to step out of the house. She had to stay with him as a maid and not wife. She had to cook all meals, clean the house, wash the clothes, utensils. She had to massage his body every week and get intimate wherever and whenever he demanded for. If she refused then hell came upon her. She was tied to the bed and he would literally rape her day in and day out.


She was living dead. Just because she was breathing she considered herself alive. She wanted to set herself free. Her suicide attempt once had failed and he had hit her black and blue for trying to end her life. She cursed herself and the day she got married.


#Fiction


Shanti wasn't in a bad state always. She had her good days too. Go through the prequel here -


Gaiety of good days....



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