The Tight Spot

I am Miss D, Crime Branch investigation officer. I had to come across few cases where we know the criminal but we can’t punish the criminal as per law. One such case I had to come across last week. Victim had directly visited the police station and my boss always redirects women oriented cases to me.

It is his default response over any women related cases.  I never obliged my boss for this but I always loved to help a woman who is in trouble. It is a woman to woman thing. Victims are also comfortable if the case is being handled by same gender so that she is not being judged with cruel male mind.When Pranitha first came to see me, she was so tired and wounded in multiple places. Her face had blood stains all over and there was swelling in her cheek bone and forehead which seemed like ready to explode.I don’t want to investigate her but she want to throw up her feelings from stomach.I don’t want to stop her but police station would be an awkward place.So I took her to the garden behind the police station with a cup of coffee in hand. I know she wouldn’t have been in mood to take a coffee. But her pale skin tone and dried up lips in the wounded face somehow made sure she need something to feed in her stomach.
Pranitha
I am Pranitha, nineteen years old. My father used to make all my wishes true. He never goes against my wish until I was eighteen. When I was eighteen he totally changed, he never wanted to consider my wish and views. He was way educated and well-mannered and matured man in his decision but in my marriage he became totally moron. He couldn’t handle the pressure which my neighbors and relatives gave by asking about my marriage plan. He didn’t answer them that she is not ready for marriage instead he said to me it is time to get married. I never thought my dad is this easy to be brain washed. I was ignored like I never existed as their sweetest daughter. My father started to emotionally blackmail me and I don’t want to see hero of my life going way worse than this so I accepted it.The very next day my dad arranged for a meet with the groom’s family. I never thought my words have this much power. They have been waiting for my mouth to utter a word “Yes”.  I was getting ready and my friends made sure that I am looking good enough for immediate acceptance from the guy. I am studying in a college where I used to be a bubbly girl and very active student. Without understanding that how much pressure it is going to build on me and without realizing what I am signing up for, I stood in front of my husband.  One thing was running in mind how does parent feel eighteen year girl can’t love and doesn’t have maturity to choose a life partner but eighteen year woman can get marry and can lead a successful marriage life.The charmer, he made sure my parents are flattered with his decent and never ignorable speech. He wanted to meet me in person and took me to the terrace. He had followed me like a total gem of a person. He stood tall in front of me with his broader shoulders and his muscles in the arms were tightened the shirt. His V shaped upper body was quite obvious in his white shirt. Is it enough to flatter me? Well it is enough because I don’t know what else to check. I am flattered with his audiobook voice which gives every perfect pause in the sentence and expressions through the voice modulation; it was just like a fantasy world: cupcakes and rainbows. I changed from worrying state to wondering state also I don’t have control over my marriage decision so let’s give a try. Is it that easy to give up your future life? It is pathetic but that’s the truth of half of the nation. Does every girl have control over her marital decisions?  Well the answer led to my decision.Pre-wedding phase is a wonderful time for any couples. We can get to know each other very well, but… that is one of the bogus periods. No one wants to show their real face and mess up the marriage. One important thing is my husband’s age was 27 which makes him almost ten year elder than me. We too came across the phase like all other happy couples, my face started to glow with pleasure and happy by being his side. We enjoyed all our shopping, invitation selection and food menu selections. I forgot that I had to study; I was totally into him and excited to marry him.Marriage day was heavenly and turned as divine when he kissed on my forehead. I felt his love on me, it was a lit af. It never took more time to spoil that thought. I was way tired and hit the bed right after I entered into the bedroom. He was cuddling me from behind. Though we became close in pre-wedding phase I didn’t let him touch me. He tried once to put his hands over my hip but I was not ready for it and pushed his hands away. He was sad for some time but later he was okay with it. Well karma gives us some sign, but we always pretend to ignore it in the flow. That day his cuddle was bit sensual, but I was tired to feel that way. Before I turn to say him my comfort his hands started to explore my lower abdomen. His agony filled palm where like a lava over my skin. His hot breathe over my neck was not romantic but suffocation. I couldn’t hold up any more and raised voice against him when he unpinned my pallu.Somehow it triggered his ego. He turned around and after some time he left to the balcony. I felt bad and guilty as if it’s my duty to fulfill his sexual desire on the very first day of marriage life.  For a second the charmer turned as monster. I accept that it would take only few seconds for men to get turned on but it is not the same case for women and especially kids like me. Yes, I realized that I am a kid and not yet ready for such things in my life. I thought to tell him that I was not ready for sex on the next morning. But next morning was pure evil surprise, he was complaining indirectly to my mom and that is the moment he lost all his values which I had. Well that escalated so quickly, my mom showered with advises how initial days of sex life would be and it is okay to adjust for few days. I never expected my parents were ready to throw me into hell instead defending me.Entire day went like a horror movie as he was getting ready to make me as his prey for 15 years of sexual hunger. I was not at all ready; I cried a lot and already regretting my marriage life. I didn’t know whether I am over reacting to the situation so giving benefit of the doubt, I thought to give a try. I wanted to impress him as a person and as a wife whereas he wanted me to impress like a whore.  This thought was all over in my room. My own bed room turned to hell. The flowers from last night which decorated the bed frowned and ready to give up its freshness like me.The night I was in my night wear. He came in with shorts and sleeveless top. I can sense his genital already making tent over his shorts. I kept my positive vibe and smiled at him.“Someone already turning as monster” I referred him sarcastically.“Don’t you want to see him” He misunderstood that I am referring his genitals.Anyway I decided to get laid in very unwelcoming way. I never dreamt of sleeping with my husband like this: Unhappy and uninterested. With no further delay he undressed himself and me. He never wanted to set the mood or little talk. He hugged me tight and tighter until I felt his penis over my vagina. He spanked me on the butt and referred a very bad word to be heard by person who sleeps not for money. And next few hours I have been touched every part of my body, heard very dirty words one can’t hear. If he had paint in his hands and tongue I would have been seem like a modern art. I totally lost my hope on my husband when he pushed inside me without worrying that I was bleeding. My tears found its way to pillow from eyes. He mentioned it was his dream to fuck a girl until she cries. How horrifying to hear? I wonder I lived that night after all these humiliations. At last he lost his grip and fall on me with weak knees. I closed my eyes for little sleep but it seems that’s not the end. After few minutes, He never bothered to explore me again. I said I am tired and will stop for today. He was little bit considerate this time so asked for a blow job instead of deflowering me.I felt I can be free for few more days after that night, but he had ideas in his mind and came up with honey moon trip plan. It added up oil to the fire. He tormented me for few more days believing that he is giving pleasure to me. The crunch in the stomach and ache in the body killed me every second and more than these his action haunted me more. He thought his body should be more appreciated; yes I would have if he had given me time to make comfortable myself. I wanted to pursue him but I lost the thought. The V shaped muscular body I wanted to make love with passion and caring is no more my husband, he just became monster.I don’t want sex in my life. I was harassed every day and night till his marriage leave got over. Night by night, it gone worse and worsen. He never let me sleep without sex and he wanted to do it in unbelievable positions. I couldn’t go to college because I am drained physically and emotionally. He made me to watch porn movies where disgusting acts are performed and it was bizarre which is not possible for me because I am not porn artist. I felt disgusting; I was ill-treated and damaged like a kid sold for prostitution. All he wanted is my flesh, not me and my love.After few weeks, I was tired of life and gave a call to my mom. She again said that I have to change him and adjust for few days. Everything is going to be alright. It is our duty to make our husbands satisfied. My own mom came up with such phrase what else I can expect from my husband. Same day night I denied having sex. I said I am having pain. He used candles on me for his satisfaction and I don’t know what gave him satisfaction.  I have decided to stop him doing this to me. Last night I said I am having periods and he undressed me to verify that. He found I was lying to him and he took his golf stick and beat me until I gone unconscious after that I don’t know what had happened till today morning. I directly came here to file a complaint on him.
Ms. D
After I heard the story of Pranitha I felt pity for her. In such young age what a hell she is going through. I was very much angry to file a complaint on her husband. I had asked her husband name. She said his name is Kunal. And I wanted to know his profession and she said he is an IAS officer for same district. It thrown me back for a second, I don’t want express it in my face. This may involve lot of approvals and I don’t want to scare Pranitha. I informed to my boss after getting all the information has been collected and also went with her to drop in her parents’ house. Boss insisted me to not go easy on this case. No matter who is accused and what position he holds in society the action should be extreme.In court, on the hearing day Judge said that there is no penal code to consider marital rape. But judge considered it as sexual harassment and punished him under domestic abuse but I felt bad that it is not considered as rape to get him extreme punishment. Even judge also felt the same and regretted for not able to give justice to Pranitha.Why there is no penal code for marriage rapes?Why sex is being considered as sole purpose of marriage?When father rape daughter then it is rape and when brother rape sister then it is rape similarly why husband raping wife is not considered as criminal act.Real men don’t rape. Yes they do marriage for sex. Dear men don’t respond with #Notallmen until there is a punishment for marital rape.