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There were three things about this man, my husband: 1. He was a great talker and a faker. 2. I knew not what restricted me to leave this man. 3. He never questioned me. We never talked. Instead, the marks of his hands, his feet and his belt seemed to adore the traces of my body structure as they lay tattooed on it most of the time... Chained in an arranged marriage, i knew not what compelled me to live with this creature. I hated him. I hated him the most. He had nothing in common with a normal human being. He was a blood sucker; A thumbtact who lived on my blood; A parasite which i needed to get rid of at any cost. They weren't feelings that i had for him- Just hate... Never was i given a chance to say I know this man. Everything compelled me to conclude: This man, is the man I hardly knew.
Chapter one.
