Fariyah Premaa

Aarshi: A lost soul's journey into a cruel, deaf, blind and hypocrite world. Not for the lighthearted, tread carefully Fariyah Premaa

"You are not a virgin anymore," he whispered hoarsely with much pride.

She shriveled up inside. Something inside her died right at that moment. It was her wedding night. The night

she lost something precious. Not her virginity. Not her faith in love and humanity. She lost a part of herself. Her dignity along with her respect for the institution of marriage.

She kept looking at the dreary ceiling above her while he greedily mounted her young frame and devoured her hungrily. He thrust deep inside her again and again. She felt nothing. No pain, no joy. No tears came to her eyes. She kept going deep inside of herself like a bucket falls inside of a bottomless well and then she started screaming.

A guttural agonized scream that can baffle even a mere cockroach inside of that house. Like a mother who has just lost her child, like the deer who had just fallen prey to a tiger--she screamed while staring at the ceiling above of her.

No one came to the newlyweds' door to ask if she was okay. Everyone snickered outside, thinking their son was the man tonight. But she continued to scream.

He shook her, shoved his big fists into her mouth while admonishing her to stop. She did not stop. She continued screaming...