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An Arranged Love

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An Arranged Love

"๐’๐ก๐š๐ฒ๐š๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐š๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐š๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ ๐š ๐ก๐š๐ข" "๐Œ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ก๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐š๐š๐ซ ๐ค๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ž ๐š๐š๐ฉ ๐›๐š๐ก๐ฎ๐ญ ๐›๐š๐๐ข ๐ ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข ๐ค๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ž" โ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ข "Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. The sound was like a whip, cracking across the silence of my fear. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." โ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ข Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

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