Story of a battered wife Six month of married life has turned my world all topsy turvy. Where I was dreaming of a wonderful married life with a lovind husband and in-laws, what I got was a cunning, shrewd, calculating, demonic, ruthless, rakhshasas in-laws and husband. I was made to toil from the first day in the house, taking care of my father-in-law (FIL) 55 yrs, mother-in-law(MIL) 48 yrs, one elder brother-in-law(EBIL) 30 yrs and one younger sister-in-law (YSIL) 23 yrs. The EBIL was divorced while the YSIL was a graduate looking for a good employment. I was married to Alok, a couple of months back. I am from a poor family as my father worked as a peon in a local company. But I was the only child and my mom and dad took pains to see that I was well looked after. I was good in studies and managed to complete my B.Com and that was the time the proposal came from Alok. I look O.K. I am 5’4″, saavla rang, 60 kgs, a good filled figure, big eyes, slightly upturned nose, thin lips and white even teeth. I have long thick hair reaching till my buttocks. Yes, I have high cheekbones, probably I look like a version of the yesteryear actress Mumtaz. We stayed in a chawl and I did have a few romeos whistling or ogling at me but I was a virgin before marriage. I had simple dreams of being married to a fair and handsome guy who would make love to me and provide me all comforts as required. I would in turn give birth to a couple of smart kids and offer them the best of education and love. The first time I saw Alok I was happy. He was dark but tall about 5’9″, nice face and seemed very obedient and decent, respectful too. He worked as a clerk in a govt. office and my parents were happy to get this proposal. Yes, there was dowry involved which my parents agreed too as I was the only child and they were willing to sacrifice all their happiness for me. But after marriage, I was harassed, humiliated, beaten up for bringing less dowry, dresses, etc. The first night with Alok was horrible. He had walked in at midnight, very angry blaming that my parents were cheapskates and when I said that they did meet all dowry demands, he jumped on me, forcibly made me lie on the bed and lifting my saree fucked me without any foreplay. As his lund penetrated my dry virgin cunt, I cried out and shouted but he was like a maniac. I tried to push him off, but he hit me hard on my face and as I lay there crying he fucked me. Later he claimed that I was not a virgin as I did not bleed heavily. Yes, there were abrasions and scratch marks on my thighs and cunt due to the force he applied and I was cut and bleeding at some point but his contention was that there was no hymen burst. There was this doctor (an intern) who was very compassionate. He helped me get thru’ my hospital stays and finally when I was discharged and I lay at my parents house, he used to visit often enquiring about my health and being there for me. He was tall around 6’0″, dark and very athletic built. He had long hair and wore specs which gave him a scholarly look. 6 months had passed and by now I was well enough to move around the house. Once when my parents had gone to visit some distant relatives and I was alone. The doctor came. His name was Arvind. I welcomed him and then got up to make tea for him. There is only a room and kitchen in our flat in the chawl. He could see me preparing the tea, when suddenly I lost balance and the hot tea spilled down with some falling on my body. I cried out with pain and frustration on not being able to do something as simple as this. Instantly Arvind was near me, carrying me to bed and then wiping the spill from my body. As his hands moved over my waist, I could feel a thrill within myself. I looked at him and found him staring at my boobs and all over me. I had to remove the gown and I was not wearing anything within as I was at home. Arvind realized that and looked at me. I closed my eyes. He removed my gown and started sponzing me where the tea fell. Once that was done, he bent and kissed my nipples. Shots of current flowed thru’ me. For the first time in my life there was this compassionate man who was loving me for what I am. I pulled him on top of me. He lay beside me on the cot and started kissing me. First time, somebody was really loving me. We kissed a long time as his hands traveled all over me. He removed his clothes and naked he started kissing me again from face, going downwards. As he reached my breast, he started squeezing it and playing with my nipples, pressing it with the fingers and sucking it. Then he went down and inserted his tongue in my navel and finally his mouth was at my cunt. I loved the sensation of his mouth on my cunt lips. He was being very careful, sensuous and slow. My choot was buckling under his mouth now. He started sucking my cunt lips as his tongue probed my inner cunt. He had two fingers also in my choot as he spread it apart for the tongue to move deeper. I had my first orgasm then as I buckled under him. I shouted Ahhhhhhhhhhh, while he seemed busy lapping up my cunt juice. I was still feeling horny and my hands were pressed against his head. After sometime, I pulled him over me and guided his swollen, hard and stiff lund inside my cunt. God, I never realized sex could be so fun and interesting. As he pumped in me I tried to meet him fuck by fuck. He kept on pumping and then I felt him releasing all his sperms in me. His spurt triggered something within me and I also came with a tremendous explosion. It was as if the whole earth had blown away. I lay back soaking in his wonderful arms and his now relaxed penis which was still in me slowly shriveling and getting smaller. I held him tightly. He was kissing me on my lips and I could feel tears flowing freely from my eyes. He was worried but I told him that this was tears of joy. We stayed like that for sometime and then we wore our clothes and he was still beside me when my parents returned. I could feel there eyes on me as they saw us together. After Arvind left, my parents sat beside me and said, that I looked different, more refreshed and I was blooming. They embraced me and said that they just want me to be happy in life. Now my affair with Arvind continued. As it was difficult to meet at home, I started moving out of home and visit him in his hospital quarters where we had sex. I was like a sex starved kitten and wanted as much sex as possible. I learnt to enjoy having the lund in my hand, oral sex and also being butt fucked. Arvind made me a fuxckable whore. We both liked each other but I knew from the beginning that we would just remain very good friends as his parens were very conservative and he belonged to a different state. Thru’ Arvind my circle of friends increased. I got a job as accounts assistant with a multinational bank and I was now happy but still the feeling of revenge stayed within me.