Her sister, Nisha was dead and she felt nothing. As she stared at the sea her mind traveled back to what happened to her ten years. She was 13 at the time. She left her home with Nisha and her husband, thinking that they were going to Delhi but instead, they ended up in a remote village. She was sold into marriage to a man old enough to be her father.
Hatred toward her sister and her brother-in-law welled inside her. They had betrayed her. She trusted them and they betrayed her. They made her believe that they were going to Delhi but instead they took her to a village where strange men were coming into the room where she was kept and looking at her as if she were a piece of merchandise and offering money. All the while Nisha stood outside, knowing what what was going to happen to her and not having a change of heart. She kept hoping that her sister would rush in and try to stop what was happening but she didn’t. Fortune meant more to Nisha than her sister did.
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