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 “Anil. Anil Gauchan is his name. And he will take you to US after marriage. Isn’t that amazing?” Sanu heard her parents saying as she uncrossed her legs and looked up to see them smiling so wide as if they were advertising for a Colgate advertisement. Her parents had always been so keen on marrying her off, it sometimes made her wonder what the rush was for. But being the kind of daughter who always listened to her parents and obeyed them no matter what, she knew she could not say no this time either. Even if she was just about to turn 22 in a month. Even if she did not have a single clue about how the ‘Anil Gauchan’ guy looked. Even if her heart had so badly wanted to say no.

Sanu and Anil were now happily married for 2 years. Looking back on her two years of fairytale like marriage, Sanu had started to feel like her parents had made the right decision for her. Anil had always been so caring and loving towards her. Although he had not taken her to US like her parents said he would, she was still utterly and irrevocably happy with him whether it was Nepal or US. But of course, she knew that all those daily dates, constant showing of love, random expensive gifts and never getting angry attitude of Anil was too good to be true. And she realized that when Anil slapped her for the first time over a simple thing like “How can you give me such a cold cup of coffee? I have had a long day at office Sanu and this is how you welcome me home?” He had apologized to her that night but that one slap had left Sanu with a continuous ache in her heart. Her heart had been tugging and she had an uneasy feeling that maybe now her fairytale was no longer going to be a fairytale.


*Bam* the hard slam of the window jerked Sanu out of her unconscious state. Sanu woke up panting, realizing that she was having flashbacks of her happy married life with Anil. Her heart was beating wildly and the fact that her blurry vision could not make sense of her surroundings made her utterly petrified. Her red-rimmed eyes were filled with unstoppable tears and her mind was flowing with unanswered questions. She took a sharp intake of breath when she felt blood dripping from her left leg. Her lips quivered and she slightly shivered as she looked up towards the ceiling, a dirty ceiling filled with spider webs. She could feel the cold, hard floor underneath her, touching the multiple bruises on her back. She had no idea how long it had been since her husband had beaten her continuously and left her in this state to die. She felt as if it was the end for her, end of her beautiful 24 years of life. The life that her parents had so beautifully gifted her. With this thought and a heavy heart, hanging between life and death, Sanu closed her eyes and waited for a miracle to happen. A miracle that would come and save her. As she was just about to doze off and give up on life, she heard distant murmurs and noises. Sanu did not know who the people were but she did finally see a ray of hope, hope that she would now be rescued.


It had been a month since the incident where she had felt like her life was over. Staring into the dark brown eyes of Dr. Manoj Sharma, Sanu smiled showing her two perfect dimples. She had just spent an hour in the counseling room sharing everything with Dr. Sharma yet she still had a flicker of smile on her face.

Seeing the bold side of Sanu and that huge smile of hope on her face, Manoj could not hold his smile back. He knew she would reach extreme heights in future because he saw himself in her. He had been through the exact sort of abuse as Sanu had been through. The only difference being, he never got enough guts to share it with anyone. He had been a man after all and what does society say? Men are never supposed to show their weakness. But only men like Manoj know that gender does not only mean women. Gender is about both men AND women. 

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