![]() They didn't object then, spoke about how empowering women in the current scenario is important. Before the wedding, my parents had made it very clear to my in-laws that I would be working, no matter what. He knew how serious I am about making a career, and I don't do anything for myself.įor me, my career is my ambition, my passion and my gift to my parents for everything they have done for me. And all men in the house, barring my husband and his older brother, were against the idea, because tujhe kya zaroorat hai kaam karne ki? Hum hain na. Again, I needed my husband to support me, which he did. Who yet again supported me.Ī month down the line, I wanted to resume work. ![]() Upset, I reached out to my husband yet again. As I was going to leave, my father-in-law stops me and asks me to just meet my parents for a "few hours and come back". I was ready in a lovely light green saree, jewellery, the mangalsutra, sindoor. The next incident was when I had to go home for the first time after the wedding (note: home is my parent's place house is my husband's place). He was against me sleeping on the floor, so luckily I never slept that way again. To this I did not oblige, nor did my husband. Because men are Gods and Gods don't sleep next to chumming women. I was restricted from all common areas of the house, asked to sit separately, given different food, and again, asked to sleep on the floor. After getting back, when my period started, that's when I got to know how 'liberal' they apparently are. I was not even given clothes to change or even cotton to remove my wedding make-up that got smudged with all the crying so the first night after my wedding, I slept alone on the floor in my wedding lehenga in a room without a bathroom. After coming back to his place, I was very politely asked by my in-laws not to sleep with him and instead sleep on the floor. Let me start with what happened on the 'wedding night'. Why I began regretting the decision to get married to the guy I dated for nearly six years? The reasons are several. ![]() A conservative marwadi family that projected to be very liberal and open-minded before I entered their house. While I was excited with the thought of being around more people in the days to come, what I did not realise was why every single person I knew was cautioning me against getting married into that family. A family that took care of me like a princess. A family that has supported me through thick and thin. A family that has encouraged me at every stage in life. Nearly 11 months until my parents said 'ok' and we were set to get married the following year end. My family did that as well, and that's when I broke the news of being madly in love with this guy, who is a marwadi. However, in every girl's life (irrespective of the fact that she is independent or not, strong or not) comes a point when her family starts looking for a 'suitable groom'. I worked hard for years to earn the name I have today. However, that did not deter my spirit from making a mark. ![]() I had goals in life, which I eventually gave up for the "sake of the relationship". I was young, naive, free-spirited and absolutely ambitious. I was 19 years old when I fell in love with him. ( words) It's been hardly three months since I got married, but since the night I took the saath pheras I've been regretting my decision every second.
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