“Oh come on!!!  We are married "" , he said
I had barely known him for a week
How was I supposed to feel anything?
How were we suppose to share same bed?

“Don’t show me your crocodile tears”, he said
White flowers, white sheet
They all turned red
When he forced himself
I was helpless
Now I was attached to his dignity
I had to maintain his pride
After all I was the one he has chosen
I was “ HIS BRIDE”

“you’re lucky to have me “, he said
As he dragged me close
And for thousand times I yelled
NO !! NO!!! NO!!!!!
A stone would have been melt
but there he stood with a creepy grin
enough to have me compelled
spare me!!! I shouted
I stumbled, I crawled
I cried
you, see
HOW lucky I must have felt


“You’re mine”, he said
like I was something he possessed
he should have married a doll
it would have given what he wanted
but I was Human you see
Flesh, blood and more emotion than he had expected
and those four walls has kept deepest secrets
He should have stabbed me with knife instead
the torture would have been less
But for everyday “you failed to be my wife”, he said.