In this chapter, I will mention some religious practices and places. If this content triggers any discomfort for you, I sincerely apologize. I also want to mention a specific place, but I refrained from doing so because it might cause discomfort to some readers.

I want to emphasize that the story is based on my imagination and I aim to convey a social message through the narrative. The practices mentioned in the story do not necessarily occur in all places and at all times. They are used as part of the story's plot.

After reading this disclaimer, if you don't want to continue or if you feel uncomfortable, please stop reading and do not report as I don't have extra copies of it.

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Reddy house

A girl standing in front of her dad as his dad tells her something

"There is no need to attend the college from now on as I'm searching for your groom to marry you off."

"But I want to study further dad"

"You have studied enough. I can't spend more money on your stupid study. As I have to give them dowry for your marriage also. You are not gonna give me back anything that I spent on you for so many years.

I don't see the point of studying if you just have to cook after getting married.

I just wasted my money on a useless thing like you "

The girl who is standing there sobbing heads those words . His words cut her deep.

The word "marriage" shook her heart to the core. She is feeling suffocated. Not able to stand there any more she just ran from there to her room and locked herself inside as tears stream down her face.

"How can they do that to me? Why God? Why? Is it so easy for them to get rid of me by marrying me off"

I know they don't want me and I'm the unwanted one.

They educated me just to make my values high. just like an item. I am also a human I have feelings, emotions, and dreams.

Haa! Like every other girl I also have some dreams yeh definitely I want to get married someday but not like that they want me to.

Let me clear up your confusion

I am Kavya Reddy. And this is my story. How I Survived in this hell. I'm 20 and an undergraduate student in fine art.  I'm from******* and here we have a religious practice called "sambandham " In this practice parents marry off  their daughter or basically sell their daughter by getting a huge amount of reverse dowry. Most of the places stop this practice but some Old-fashioned thinking people still practice that ritual.

And my family is no different from them.

I just hate the thing that if they didn't want me then why didn't they kill me in the first place

While I was just thinking about those things a knock came on my door.

"Kavya beta open the door baccha"

that's my mum the only person who loves me in this family.

I got up and opened the door. she came and sat on the bed I also settled myself beside her. She held my hand and creased my hair.

" Beta in our society women can't say anything if their husband, or father didn't stand beside them.

Your father is never gonna support you

I hope your husband does it emotionally and physically. Beta does this marriage. At least you will be free from this hell "

"But mama'

No, but Kavya. always remember time will heal everything. You only have to wait for the right time.

Karma never lies.

I hugged her while sobbing and nodded agreeing to marry.

The thought that her family would rather marry her off than support her dreams leaves Kavya feeling utterly alone and unwanted.

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