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It felt as if that night wouldn't pass. I had a throbbing headache and couldn't stop crying. I don't remember when I slept off. I woke up to find my husband standing in front of my bed with last night's question: "So, what have you decided? Is your answer yes or no? I didn't know what to say. I gathered some courage to speak up and mumbled: "Please go to the office, I'll call you by evening and let you know my answer, I promise.

He threatened: "I will call you myself at 4pm. I want the answer and it should be 'yes'. Otherwise be ready to get punished. By punishment, he meant anal sex. He knew that it was extremely painful for me and he used it as a tool to torture me. He and his elder sister left for the office.

I was now alone and struggling with my thoughts. After a few hours I gathered the courage to dial my father's and told him that I couldn't live with my husband anymore. HerChoice is a series of true life-stories of 12 Indian women. These s challenge and broaden the idea of the "modern Indian woman" - her life choices, aspirations, priorities and desires. I was afraid that my father would be angry but his response amazed me. I took a book, gathered my educational certificates and rushed towards the bus station.

After boarding the bus, I sent a message to my husband. After that I switched off my mobile phone. After a few hours, I was home, surrounded by my family. I had left my husband's house after only two months of marriage. I met my husband, Sahil, when I was in the final year of graduation. He was a jovial man. I liked being around him and with time we fell in love. We used to go on dates, talk for countless hours on phone. It seemed as if life was almost too kind to me. But this rosy romance did not continue for long. Gradually I started realising that our relationship lacked equality.

It wasn't what I had been looking for. Our relationship was becoming like my parents' relationship. The only difference; my mother kept silent while I could not stop myself from speaking up. My father used to scream at my mother for petty things. He would even hit her and the only thing she responded with was tears. When Sahil and I had an argument, it would often turn into a scuffle.

He would use force to get intimate with me and scream at me if I refused. I remember him once asking me: "Suppose I hit you someday, then what would you do? The question stunned me. I controlled my anger with great difficulty and replied, "I would break up with you that very day. What he said next shocked me even more. He said, "It means you don't love me.

Love should be unconditional. Our fights became more frequent. Many times I'd try to end our relationship but he would apologise every time. I wanted to get rid of him forever and don't know why I wasn't able to do it. I was a teacher now. I'd be in class, teaching children and my parents would call me.

The same conversation would be repeated. Why don't you marry Sahil? If not him then let us find a suitable match for you. At least think about your younger sisters…". If anything went wrong at home, it would be blamed on my staying single. Mother fell sick because I wasn't getting married.

My father's business suffered losses because I wasn't getting married. I was so frustrated that I finally said yes to marriage. I was still not ready for it and didn't believe Sahil's promise that he would change his attitude. My fears came true after our wedding. Sahil made me a puppet, dancing to his tunes. I was fond of poetry and used to my write my poems on Facebook. He forbade me from doing it. He even started dictating what I should wear.

One day he told me that I should finish all my reading and writing work by night. He'd say that I wasn't making him happy and would advise me to watch pornography so I could learn some techniques. And then he got this obsession with seeking work in Mumbai. He said: "You stay here, do your job and send me money to support me there, and then you take out a loan so I can buy a house.

This is what he wanted me to say yes to. That night he had pushed me on the bed and forced me into anal sex just for that yes. I was a well-educated woman who could earn and live on her own. Yet, my heart was sinking when I left Sahil's home. There was a fear of being judged by my own family and society.

But even bigger than that was the pain in my heart. When I reached home, my hair was dishevelled and eyes swollen as I had cried all night. Newly married women look ravishing when they visit home for the first time after marriage. But my face was pale and the keen eyes of my neighbours guessed why. People started pouring in. Some would say: "Such a terrible thing has happened to you. Then there were a few who thought that a woman should not make such a harsh choice over petty issues. Everyone had something to say but their opinions could not change my decision.

It has been seven months since I left Sahil's home and now I am choosing my own path.

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