Some stories are the same in any language.
If the whisky robbed him of his virility it was worse. He blamed her when that happened, and she bore the bruises from those times sometimes for days. She tried to resist him once in those early days. And she learned just how cruel and malignant his heart truly was. Those scars would never fade.
Notes:
pinjraa: cage
Previously
Chapter 1: Vandhe Mataram!
Chapter 2: Aag Lagi
Chapter 3: Aur Nahin
Chapter 4: Bannaa
Chapter 5: Inteqam
Chapter 6: Azaadi
Chapter 7: Vah Khallas Hai
Chapter 2: Aag Lagi
Chapter 3: Aur Nahin
Chapter 4: Bannaa
Chapter 5: Inteqam
Chapter 6: Azaadi
Chapter 7: Vah Khallas Hai
Chapter 8: Ek Nai Shuruat
Chapter 9: Do Sal Paheli
Chapter 10: Yaadein (I)
Chapter 11: Yaadein (II)
Chapter 12: Yaadein (III)
Chapter 13: Paheli Baar
Chapter 14: Akelee
Chapter 9: Do Sal Paheli
Chapter 10: Yaadein (I)
Chapter 11: Yaadein (II)
Chapter 12: Yaadein (III)
Chapter 13: Paheli Baar
Chapter 14: Akelee
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7 comments:
The frustrations of a 'Whiskey Dick'..What a brute!
Thanks for visiting and contributing Mojo, Have a Great Week-End...G
It is amazing how you fit a lifetime in your 55 words.
Thanks for visiting my blog.
superb narration.
Thank you so much for your concern and good wishes.
Happy Thanksgiving.
nothing worse when the abuser lets alcohol have more control. i get so angry reading this thinking of all those women (and some men, too) who suffer abuse...but you get the story told. thank you.
hoo boy...that last sentence says a mouthful.
I hope his liver rots.
--snow
Snow, his whole body is rotting now, not only his liver :D
Great 55ve mojo. I love the way your story is going. More, more!
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