Some girls may have written the last letter like this:

→ My marriage will not be with you, it will be with someone else I don't know. He touches me despite my reluctance. I can't do anything even if I want to. I don't have the strength.

I hate it a lot because when I look at someone I was supposed to touch, it's not him or someone else. When I cry, he'll think I'm crying for happiness. But he doesn't understand that every night like this will be a night of rape for me.

But then I have nothing to do with that. I have given my life in the hands of others by signing a paper. Every day he has to mobilize the mind of his family. But I dreamed about your family.

I dreamed of winning their hearts but nothing happened. One day I will get used to all this. Then suddenly one day I will know that I will be a mother.

This is the happiest day of a woman's life, but will I really be happy that day .....? No, it won't. I will want to cry because the baby is not a sign of my love.

He also has to be brought into the world because he has no more faults. After he is born, you have to look at his face and accept everything.

I don't know when he will grow up, when he will be taken to school, when he will go to make him a human being, when he will start to grow hair after 50.

In the middle of this you will remember a lot, I will hide and cry, then I will sigh and get busy again. This is how time will pass. Then maybe one night I will go to sleep in the hereafter.

Maybe you won't know that day. Maybe I think you will get wet on a rainy day.

Or don't get wet. But the hardships of my mind will remain unspoken, yet you will be fine ....

😌😌😌

By

@Aoyon Islam Rodro.