A DARK NIGHT.

She lay in the bed shivering and frightened of her husband. It was her first night. The aged semi bald portly husband with a cigarette in his thick lips came to her bed and let out a hyena like laugh.
Her parents had promised her that she would never be hurt. She was cursing them at this moment. They had sold her to an old rich man labelling this gory transaction as marriage. A hungry vulture like priest conducted the ceremony.
A lot of money exchanged hands that day. In this shameful country, a girl could be bought for marriage for a paltry sum.
Poverty and Depravity was ever prevalent in the streets all over the country.
He emptied the entire bottle of whisky in his belly and began the ritual. His heavy body lay on top of her, heaving.
Nobody paid any attention to her stifled cries. She felt sick and nauseous after the episode.
She was after all a school girl.
She cried remembering her care free school days.
A poor innocent lamb was slaughtered on this fateful dark night.