Hello readers,
This article is a bit different, I am trying to share the issue that is relevant in our society all about women.
Hi, I am Maya, a small-town girl who came to the city of dreams Kathmandu, with a dream of completing my higher studies and getting a well-paid job to be financially sound.
I got admission to a college and with the recommendation of my dad’s friends I also got a job.
All went well in a new place, a new college with new friends. I was delighted and confident as I was able to earn some and even pay my college fees.
After a year in the same office, a guy named Samir joined. He was very charming and well behaved, soon we became good friends and started dating after a year. It was a perfect relationship. One day he proposed to me to get married, without a second delay I said ‘ yes’. There was no limit to my joy.
We shared with our parents and all agreed, and our marriage got fixed on the 20th of Jan. I was on the top of the world because I passed my degree and the love of my life is gonna be with me forever.
I got a new job with better pay, he was working in the same old office. Then we started living together. Few weeks went well between us.
Then I started feeling the changes in his behavior, he started yelling at me with no reason, and his mood swings were on top.
I ignored all of these thinking he might be stressed and might have pressure from his work.
And one day he came home late at night and he was drunk. I was angry but said nothing, soon he grabbed me and pushed me on to the bed. I had a cold and fever all day, despite my consent he forcefully made relation that night.
I had never seen that side of the person I loved and trusted so much.
In the morning when I tried to explain what happened last night he got angry and started using abusive words. I was shattered and doubted myself if I was with the same person who loved me, cared for me, and respected me.
After a few days, there was an official party and I was late to return home. It was almost 10.30 pm.
He was very angry that night, I wanted to apologize but he didn't even let me explain any of my sides.
He slapped me for the first time, he pulled my hair and shoved me on the wall.
This became the daily routine. I had many bruises, scars on my body. He created many issues regarding my friend circle, work schedule, and started acting possessive. I started losing my confidence and focus on my work, all my seniors got disappointed in me. I got so depressed and helpless and decided to quit my job.
He was happy that I left my job. He acted normal and well behaved. He apologized for all the misbehaves and promised not to repeat any.
I thought all this happened because of my work life and I was glad about the decision I made. I saw the prospect of getting everything back to normal. And I was excited as our marriage month was near.
My happiness didn't last for long. He didn't change. Violence progressed. It was sexual, physical, and emotional abuse. No one knew what went on behind closed doors. He treated me like I was his property. Now I was not allowed to go out, meet anyone, no mobile phone, and I had to talk with my parents only when he was around.
I was going to marry a person who broke all my self-esteem and my confidence.
I was horrified to take any action for my well being. I felt like I was nobody. A week before our marriage the same night was recurring, that night I thought of my dark future with him, how he destroyed my career, and toured me mentally and physically I gathered all my courage, and locked him up in a room and ran away from that house where I was living like a dead person for almost a year.
The story is fictitious. The story and still photographs are trying to portray how mental and physical abuse happens inside the 4 walls to women by their own loved ones.
Stop women's violence.
picture credit- Amrit Maharjan and Rakesh Shrestha
https://www.facebook.com/amritmaharjanphotographer
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Model- Aakriti Manandhar
MUA - Shreeya Manandhar
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