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"Damn you. How dare you? Do you take me for a wimp? If you can, so can I." she panted. Suneeta swung her arms wildly. She fought off Sumit and at the same time tried to avoid the blows he rained.
Who would have thought that he could change his personality so dramatically. He was kind and cheerful and popular. Everyone liked him. They loved to invite him for get togethers, for a cozy evening with just a few friends, in fact for every occasion. As soon as he entered a party, the energy level would climb up a few notches. He made people laugh. He managed to coax even the shy ones to mingle and have a good time.
Very few knew about his other side. He could be sarcastic. His tongue could turn rapier sharp. And he could turn violent - physically violent; mentally violent. But this gift he saved only for his beloved. His beloved wife. The wife whom he loved. Same wife for whom he waited for eight years till her parents finally accepted him in her life; till they agreed to accept him.
What happened to him? What brought out this animalistic side? Suneeta questioned him when his anger would subside. She searched for answers, looking for clues but came up empty handed every time. She even wondered about his sanity. Was he taking revenge for all those years that he had to wait to be accepted? Did he resent her decision to cajole her parents rather than rebel against them? None of the questions explained his behaviour when he was angry with her.
She had a perfect marriage. Her husband was doing well. She was attractive. She was intelligent. She was successful. She held a senior manager position in a multinational bank. She was an object of envy. But she felt very lonely. She needed to talk to someone. The shame, the guilt, the embarrassment stopped her from opening this aspect of her life in front of anyone. Just once she had tried. Only once she had let her close friend Raima see the mark of brutality; told her that he had hit her in anger. But Raima didn't believe her. It was apparent that she thought that Suneeta might be lying. One look of disbelief was enough for Suneeta to clam up. She knew she had to carry this burden herself.
So she smiled and laughed. Her laughter was deep. Deep enough to drown the anguish. The anguish of the soul battered by love of her life.
Who would have thought that he could change his personality so dramatically. He was kind and cheerful and popular. Everyone liked him. They loved to invite him for get togethers, for a cozy evening with just a few friends, in fact for every occasion. As soon as he entered a party, the energy level would climb up a few notches. He made people laugh. He managed to coax even the shy ones to mingle and have a good time.
Very few knew about his other side. He could be sarcastic. His tongue could turn rapier sharp. And he could turn violent - physically violent; mentally violent. But this gift he saved only for his beloved. His beloved wife. The wife whom he loved. Same wife for whom he waited for eight years till her parents finally accepted him in her life; till they agreed to accept him.
What happened to him? What brought out this animalistic side? Suneeta questioned him when his anger would subside. She searched for answers, looking for clues but came up empty handed every time. She even wondered about his sanity. Was he taking revenge for all those years that he had to wait to be accepted? Did he resent her decision to cajole her parents rather than rebel against them? None of the questions explained his behaviour when he was angry with her.
She had a perfect marriage. Her husband was doing well. She was attractive. She was intelligent. She was successful. She held a senior manager position in a multinational bank. She was an object of envy. But she felt very lonely. She needed to talk to someone. The shame, the guilt, the embarrassment stopped her from opening this aspect of her life in front of anyone. Just once she had tried. Only once she had let her close friend Raima see the mark of brutality; told her that he had hit her in anger. But Raima didn't believe her. It was apparent that she thought that Suneeta might be lying. One look of disbelief was enough for Suneeta to clam up. She knew she had to carry this burden herself.
So she smiled and laughed. Her laughter was deep. Deep enough to drown the anguish. The anguish of the soul battered by love of her life.
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