She turned to Rajiv. “You accused me of poisoning you? Look in the mirror. You poisoned yourself with hate and alcohol. I simply stopped being your antidote.”
Rajiv lunged forward. “You can’t take her! She’s my daughter too—legally!”
“No,” Suman cut her off. “How dare you ? You made me sign a contract of silence when I married you. You said, ‘Ek vivah aisa bhi hota hai jisme sirf dena hota hai, lena nahi.’ (There is a marriage where you only give, never take.) I gave everything. My job. My dignity. My sleep. My tears. I even gave you my daughter’s innocence when you called her a ‘burden.’” ek vivah aisa bhi 164 episode
Shanti Devi smirked. “There is no divorce in this family. You will leave as a maid, or stay as a prisoner.”
Tears finally fell from Suman’s eyes, but she smiled. She picked up Asha, held her tight, and walked towards the main door. She turned to Rajiv
The haveli was unusually silent. Not the peaceful silence of dawn, but the heavy, suffocating silence of a household holding its breath. In the center of the grand but dusty living room, stood Suman. She was not wearing a bridal red, but a stark white cotton saree with a thin gold border. Her hair was loose, devoid of sindoor, mangalsutra, or any ornament.
Her husband, Rajiv, had returned home drunk the previous night, not for the first time. But this time, he had torn Asha’s school drawing—a clumsy, beautiful painting of a family of three under a rainbow. “You think this is a family?” he had slurred. “You’re just a nanny with a marriage certificate.” You poisoned yourself with hate and alcohol
(A marriage such as this… where first, you truly marry yourself.)