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“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.
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
The other side
“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.
the other side of so called "ARRANGE MARRIAGE "
medhina-khanal
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
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