1 Prologue.

"Pain shapes a woman into a warrior."

Prologue

She was sitting on the horizon of the porch bought her knees close towards her chest when the sudden thunderbolt sound that made her shiver to the soul.

Her eyes were red, her tear was up dried, her eyes got restored with tears again. No matter how precisely she attempted to control but her tears won't stop from falling.

She wanted to stand up and go inside as it started to rain heavily as she tried to stand, but slipped and fell down really hard dirtying her clothes and hurting herself. She tried to stand up the second time but her legs gave up, collapse back on her butt, hurting herself in process.

She started to think from the beginning, think about her life, about in-laws, about a relative, about her husband and about her children.

In her 14 years of marriage, what did she get other than her own husband judgment, mistreatment and disrespect ??. She was just 17 about to turn 18 when she was engaged to a full-grown man, not a teenage boy, as her so-called husband.

As soon as she turned 18 her relative got her married. No one asked her whether she wants or not to get married, even if she like the man or not, even if that man was good or bad, nothing. All she was said she is getting married and that the end.

Then she was just brought here to her husband house in New York, not just a new place, new city but a whole new country.

Now her she is crying on her fate, her life that how it had turned 360. With the rain pouring down getting heavy as the time passes by.

She just gave up on her face as she turned her head little right to see inside of the bedroom where her spouse was sleeping without worry or not even giving a single thought of her.

Her husband who never once cared for her, who in fact don't leave a single chance to insult and tease her for not being educated enough, for not being up to his standard, for not matching his status.

She was just a 12th pass or you could say only high school graduates, who knew nothing other than performing households duties.

He was not willing to marry her but only did it because his father her father-in-law blackmailed him for the family estate.

His father was afraid that if he didn't get his son married to a simple Indian girl his son would bring some cheap girl with him, after seeing all his playboy ways and choices in the girls he was interested in.

She sighed remembering how many times he flaunts his high standards girl's friends in front of her to taunt her.

Not only on her education but also from her ways of dressing, speaking, eating even living, he just needed a reason, any reason to insult her, her duties as a wife, as a daughter-in-law, she did everything, not just responsibility enough.

She tried her best to be a good wife, a good daughter-in-law, good sister-in-law and soon just after a year, tired becoming good at her duty but also as a mother.

Her in-laws gave her the love she never received, affection of parents. They were like her own parents. They were the reason why she was able to bear the pain for so long, given by her own husband for so many years.

Then she bore with him for their kids, their 13 years old twin sons and 10-year daughter.

But last night after what took place she just doesn't want to do anything.

She was somehow able to digest her husband's insult but now the reason when her own kids taunt her for being what she is she is just lost.

Her own son, the firstborn asked her not to come to their school as they feel embarrassed to introduce her as their mother.

That they feel ashamed of her, their own mother. And to which their father laughs as he says that she has been an embarrassment to him for all this year, that she should feel ashamed of herself, instead of scolding their sons for talking in such a manner to their own mother.

But for whom she was foreseeing. She should know that when her own husband insults her that too in front of their own kids, why won't they learn and pick up after their father, after all, they are his kids more than hers.

Even though she was the one to carry them inside her, giving them birth while risking her own life in the process of giving them the life, then nourishing them, feeding them, caring them, growing them; they were more of him than her.

She was broken by her husband but currently, she was entirely crushed by her own blood, her children's.

Soon as the darkness consumed her and slowly she lost her consciousness.

Little did she know things wouldn't be the same.

#####Writers Note#####

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This is a stereotypical story. Hope you like it.

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