Robber Or The Watchman

Assalam alaikum, Readers! Ma you have sense of true identification of human beings:

I heard Chanda murmuring the words"WHO KNEW IT WAS WATCHMAN, NOT THIEF, WHO BROKE IN"....! and I was confused a bit but she took a deep breath and continued:

See my friend I observed, judged and learned far a head of my mother, in a very young age but since my mother was not educated and use to live inside the walls of a house whether of her father or my father's house but that was the reason she couldn't understood what I did. I warned her not to leave the house and compromise with her in laws on reasonable terms but she resisted and wanted to save our father's legacy for our future. And you know she couldn't save herself. That day when we were sent to our schools she fell a prey to my uncle's incest in daylight with open doors. They say it was a lesson to her pride she had being adored wife of their brother. She lived like a queen in the family in her husband's life and the other women of family use to taunt their husbands for this.

That day, afterwards, I never could cross our building's gate. We became prisoners in our own house and my mother was forced, later on, to marry the same uncle to keep all legacy SAFE. One day at the age of only 16, I was married to our servant's son who used to be our driver keeping the observation that being daughter of a rapped mother would not get better option than this and more appropriately saying the legacy would again be in safe hands of my uncle/step father. That guy took me to his village in a very backward area where I was treated as a bad omen for the other girls of the village. That beast treated me like a toy and within no time I was on family way. I was a delicate girl but that time I was like bleeding all over, my soul was hurt, my beautiful body was crushed like marble under the stone. I was all ruined , my dreams, my present, future and my whole life. 

It seemed as if I could bear no more but one day I woke up with a new courage, a new strength when I received message from my mother through a childhood friend who apparently came to visit me. She gave me mama's voice recording which told me that Uncle wants me to appear in court for some letter of attorney for property etc and that I would not favour him at any cost rather I should seek legal help and cover from court. Mama requested be to take care of my younger brothers and sister as she herself was being slow poisoned by a family nurse. This news charged me at 440 and I gathered myself up. Soon after this uncle came along with his wife and a married son who told me that if I did what they want, his son would take me to his house and keep me as his queen, but as a concubine not a wife. I would remain this driver's wife in papers. What else could be more humiliating for me but I stayed calm and decided in my heart of hearts what mama told me to do. 

After two days I was in the court before a magistrate along with my husband. Mama also came who appeared to be a TB patient, pale weak and trembling either with ailment or with fear. Her weak appearance made me more strong and I became a wounded tigress. I knew about the law of marriage age and I was a minor according to that law and my guardian in that marriage was my step father. I decided to play full toss for once, out or six whatever but I might not get another chance....Chanda stopped for a while and took a deep breath...!

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