Alisha got married to her childhood friend Nitin. They had a destination wedding in one of famous hotel chains in Goa. Everybody had arrived except her father who was against the marriage. Nitin, as per her father, was a man of contradictions. Marrying him would mean living a life of lies and cold hugs. Alisha fought. She knew Nitin. He would never do anything to hurt her.
A year after marriage, she wrote a letter to her father. -
"Dear papa. Hope you are doing well. My sincere apologies for not contacting you in the past one year. But trust me, not a single day passed without remembering you. I had brought with me guitar, several books (especially my favorites 1984, war and peace, crime and punishment, gunahon ka devta), dream catcher, many beautiful cards and all those things that you had given me on different occasions - most of those simply on whims. During nights, most nights, when Nitin is done maligning my body and soul, through rape, abuse and other sadistic measures, and my tears are soaked, i walk towards the corner of my room and look at your precious gifts. And i cry in happiness. My life is not very difficult nowadays because i have gotten used to it. My life was difficult in the beginning when i started living with him. He didn't wait for honeymoon to get over. I still remember that night. Using his physical power, anger, hatred (all of these originated from somewhere else - his job, boss, traffic, co workers, bad music, all kind of pollution), he ignored my existence and treated me as the culprit of it all. He needed one reason and that came in the form of a slight high amount of salt in food. He kicked me and i fell on the bed. After that, he took out his belt and red lines started to appear on my naked body. These turned black in a day but the pain remained for a month. My in-laws gave me hugs, treated me gently when i told them about it. Papa, it took a large dose of strength to tell them about what happened. For my in laws, Nitin is an ideal guy who can never do any wrong. But they believed me when i showed them my back. They took me to the doctor. On the way back, my mother-in-law requested me to not tell it to anyone, not even you. But they talked to Nitin about it. He couldn't believe it. For him, it was an act of treachery. How could i share my bedroom phenomenon with anyone? That night, he raped me for the first time. And since then, he has raped me day and night, whenever he wanted.
Dear papa. You were always right. I always believed you. But why couldn't i believe you about Nitin? But was it my fault? How could i know that he was a monster?
But we all should do right things. Right papa? And to do righteous act, one has to be strong and let go of all fears. Papa, i have killed the monster. He is dead. His body lays in front of me. I don't regret it papa because i have done the right act. It feels calm here. It feels as if i am free. My soul is proud of me. And i am smiling for the first time in the last one year. I want to come to you and hug you papa. I want to feel the pure hug. Your angel is smiling papa like you always wanted."