Part 3
People say words hurt more than a slap—and it's true.
I accept that Abhra doesn't see me as his wife. But I never forced him for anything. I am ready to leave after one year, just like he wants. Then why so much hatred?
I hadn't eaten anything all day. When my mother-in-law called me, I went downstairs. I covered my cheek with my hair so they wouldn't notice.
Abhra was at the table. My mother-in-law asked where I had been. I said, "Nowhere, Mom."
I sat and ate as if nothing happened.
Suddenly, my father-in-law said,
"Abhra, it's been a while since your marriage. Won't you take your wife somewhere?"
Abhra looked at me and said,
"I'm busy with office work. I can't take leave."
He left soon after.
Days passed. Six months went by.
Even if I didn't get my husband's love, I found parents in my in-laws. They never let me feel unhappy. But without a husband's love, everything feels incomplete.
One Friday, Abhra was home. I was cutting vegetables when I accidentally cut my hand. Blood started flowing.
My mother-in-law called him. He rushed, brought the first aid box, and carefully bandaged my hand.
I kept looking at him—my dream prince. I once dreamed he would love me like this. Tears fell—not from pain, but from knowing this care was just an act.
In front of his parents, he took me to the room. After closing the door, he said,
"If you can't take care of yourself, why do you work?"
I smiled and replied,
"Just six more months… please tolerate me."
He looked at me for a moment, then went to the balcony and called Ira.
I heard him say,
"Just six more months, baby. Then I'll get rid of this problem, and we'll be together."
Yes… I am just a problem.
Don't worry, Abhra. After six months, I will leave your life forever. I will never come between you and Ira again.
But I worry about those two people who loved me like their own daughter. Will Ira take care of them like I do?
I once saw her photo—she's beautiful. Maybe her heart is beautiful too… otherwise, why would Abhra love her so much?
And me… I am just unfortunate.
Six months passed with neglect and humiliation. The remaining six months will pass the same way.
But I promise—the ending of this story will be unimaginable.
To be continued…