My friend was raped by her husband. This is her story
Today, when I look back, I wonder why no one - from my aunt to the doctor and colleague to a friend - questioned me about the dark side of sex. incidence :: We had bunked work for two days to spend a chilly weekend on the hills. It was a lovely drive uphill. I felt the tiny raindrops on my hand when I rolled down the window. We stopped at a dhabha and ate ghee-drenched paranthas with dal. My husband burped out loud when we got back into the car. We laughed out loud. I was in love with him, even when he burped. We reached the hotel at 3am. We were exhausted and went to rest in our room. My husband carried my bag. In the room, he smiled at me and pulled me towards him. It was a cold night. The sun would rise soon. Next morning, we ordered more paranthas for breakfast before heading for our trekking tour. He loved paranthas. I heard him burp. I couldn't laugh. My head was filled with loud cries. I was raped that night. Last month, I completed the formalities of my divorce. Now, I...