Life after marriage was hell. My in-laws, it seemed, did not get a daughter-in-law. They treated me more as a domestic help.
My husband, some 11 years older than me, made matters worse. Life in Bhopal where I had come to live was an extended nightmare. Beatings were regular. I was forbidden from talking, smiling or even watching television.
I wasn’t even allowed proper food. It forced me to hide a few chapatis that I would make for the family and eat them while hiding in the toilet.
I turned suicidal. But then I learnt I was pregnant.
Atharv was born. Within a year and some months, my second child Yajush arrived.
But the abuse at home continued.
Then one day, my husband attempted to physically harm Yajush. I gathered all my strength and snatched the child from him.