• anandarupa_chakrabarti 34w

    For the world, I'm his wife.
    Every time i look at the world, i wear a facade of a happy face masking all my distress.
    Yes we are educated, with top class degrees, still i face him everyday..
    He beat me one day & everyday. Just like playing with a glass of wine. He does misuse me
    Tough,i beg for his mere pardon of letting me go,
    He tells that this is how a wife should be, treated as a child's play.
    The golden band that aches my fingers feeling like the careless weeds.
    I regret loving him, I'm tired of acting & showing up the virtual face i wear peopled with jhumkas, baali, bindi...
    Sorrowfully, i tell, yes i loved him once..