how I tried to push him off, but all I got was a slap to the face, how I was shoved aside when it was over, all by myself, with only my thoughts and the sheet that covered me, how I was scared and all alone… As I relive the last of it, I open my eyes, expecting to see the outrage on his face. He says nothing for a second, then to my dismay, begins to laugh, his belly heaving with the effort. “Madam, you say he is your husband. Then how can it be rape?” His words echo in my mind as I make my way back home, fighting back tears, and I’m barely able to digest it. My hands tremble as I unlock the front door, only to see the bottle shards still all over the floor, and him sitting on the bed, with his head bandaged, leering at me, knowing there’s nothing I can do to escape. My eyes fall upon the ring on my finger, and I feel trapped. “Section 375, Exception 2”
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