Oh darling…
Sudha is one of those many women in this world who are repeatedly being abused and tortured by their husbands on a daily-basis.
Every day without fail Suresh beats her up and then violates her battered body on the 7 feet by 5 feet bed. Thereafter, he lights up a Wills Classic and smokes sitting on the rocking chair kept at the extreme corner of the room, from where he could see Sudha silently dabbing her eyes to wipe the tears. It’s a daily routine that has now become so integral to Sudha’s life that she now perversely wait for the evening, to be tortured, to be battered, to be left alone to cry.
Today was no different. The moment Suresh entered his den he took his shoes off and started beating Sudha black and blue. Today was also different. The moment Sudha was being beaten she did not crouch from Suresh, instead willfully entertained his blows.
Today was no different. After being satisfied with the bodily inflictions Suresh was getting ready for the second half of the torture. Today was also different. Instead of trying to run, Sudha stood at the edge of the bed waiting for the worst to get over.
But, today indeed was different. Suresh instead of being on the bed was crouching on the floor, clutching his left-hand side chest and sweating profusely. His struggle lasted for exactly 1 minute and 21 seconds.
Sudha walked slowly to the rocking chair kept at the extreme corner of the room, lit up a Wills Classic and sat on the chair from where she could see the lifeless body of Suresh. Her lips were twisted in an evil grin as something rolled off from her saree pallu, a packet of white powder labeled arsenic…
Sudha is one of those many women in this world who are repeatedly being abused and tortured by their husbands on a daily-basis.
Every day without fail Suresh beats her up and then violates her battered body on the 7 feet by 5 feet bed. Thereafter, he lights up a Wills Classic and smokes sitting on the rocking chair kept at the extreme corner of the room, from where he could see Sudha silently dabbing her eyes to wipe the tears. It’s a daily routine that has now become so integral to Sudha’s life that she now perversely wait for the evening, to be tortured, to be battered, to be left alone to cry.
Today was no different. The moment Suresh entered his den he took his shoes off and started beating Sudha black and blue. Today was also different. The moment Sudha was being beaten she did not crouch from Suresh, instead willfully entertained his blows.
Today was no different. After being satisfied with the bodily inflictions Suresh was getting ready for the second half of the torture. Today was also different. Instead of trying to run, Sudha stood at the edge of the bed waiting for the worst to get over.
But, today indeed was different. Suresh instead of being on the bed was crouching on the floor, clutching his left-hand side chest and sweating profusely. His struggle lasted for exactly 1 minute and 21 seconds.
Sudha walked slowly to the rocking chair kept at the extreme corner of the room, lit up a Wills Classic and sat on the chair from where she could see the lifeless body of Suresh. Her lips were twisted in an evil grin as something rolled off from her saree pallu, a packet of white powder labeled arsenic…
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