I am getting married which was something I always wanted to avoid. In fact, I was pregnant and was asked to choose an abortion. Baba and I hardly spoke then, I couldn’t tolerate them. I was always ready with my legs spread and my clothes off. Their penises became familiar and friendly, yet so unwanted. Eventually, I didn’t feel the pain anymore. Just because they wanted to derive pleasure, I was raped by Kaka and Mama on the very same day, just before my exams. My pet, Tito, licked my head and arms and sat there, without barking. He penetrated something and I felt like I was dying, and then I was lying on the floor, naked. I wanted to run away I was crying and screaming. He held my breasts really hard and then inserted his fingers inside me. He entered my room with Nutties and raped me just like Kaka did. The next day, Mama (maternal uncle) had come over. Something below my stomach was paining and I couldn’t understand anything. My dad took money from him, I was in pain.
My mother served him tea in the very room. I want you to tell me everything so that we can stop another Shruti.” “Look, I am going to write for this site that’s going to publish this story. You think my school would have helped me?” Kisko bolti (who would I have told)? My own parents betrayed me. My school was very strict and I had no friends. Hota gaya (Because it would happen regularly, so it kept happening). She is always smiling and always jumping, and always smoking. Shruti is one of the most overexcited women I have ever come across. “I was asked to strip and show them the marks.”
“Because when I tried doing something, I was asked how my breasts had been grabbed and I was asked to demonstrate and then…” “Why the hell didn’t you go to the police, Shruti?” He didn’t let any other man touch me but my relatives, and he claims that with pride.” “He didn’t stop them because he wanted to earn without working, and I was the only option for him. After all, she was going to be engaged to my brother. I didn’t ask anything, I knew she’d tell me everything. “You know, every man in that family tried to touch me – Mama (maternal uncle), Kaka (paternal uncle), Masa (maternal aunt’s husband). “Since then? Till you moved out? Every day?”Īs we were sipping on some nimbu chai (lemon tea), I looked into her eyes. So, I thought it’s something to be done regularly. Ma used to see me bleed, but she never did anything. I don’t feel the pain in my vagina anymore.”
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