I tried to sleep but having the tea and the light in the room made it rather difficult. So I sat up in the bed and spoke to her.
“Henna, please do not mind but I really am kind of curious about you. Please tell me what exactly your story is?”

“OK. If you must know, then here you go. But remember I am only sharing my story with you because I trust you. And because you have been extraordinarily kind to me.”
She told me a strange story. According to her, she belonged to the city where we were but was now living in another one. She belonged to a rich family, lived a luxurious life and used to study at a very expensive school. At the age of 18, someone sent a proposal to her family and the family agreed. She was wedded to a business man who was about thirty years of age, twelve years older than she was. She had to quit school, could not join college, something not unusual in our society, and had to rear a family.

He husband was not a good man. During the first year or two their relation was somewhat smooth. Later, however, it somehow followed a bumpy course. The man used to drink, kept abusing her, and worse than everything, he seemed to be sleeping around since he always came home late at night and never showed any interest in her any further.

She said she put up with all this for a good deal of time. She cried and never let her parents know what she was going through. By then she had already two kids, both male, and she thought it is enough for her to live with the hope of these two kids. However, one day something strange happened.