This story I have written as explained by the woman character of my story. This is because I wanted show the heart felt sorrows of her life.
Hi, my name is Anjani, I originally hail from Gujarat. I have settled in Hyderabad after my marriage. I got married early at my age of 20. My husband is in automobile business along with his family members. Ours is a joint family. My marriage was a happier one as everybody would respect and care me well. But this didn’t continue for long. After few years I lost peace of mind. The reason was that I was unable to conceive.
We carried many tests and done many medications, but nothing resolved. Even at the age of 25 years I was unable to have a child. The family was blaming me for the same. My in laws are very orthodox and I was not allowed to go out without having any family member with me.
I have no way but to pray god for my help. My parents are very poor and stayed at Ahmedabad. They are so poor that they were unable to even visit me at such a long distance from Ahmedabad. My parents were also praying God to save me from this curse.
Many tests were conducted again and again. Doctors were changed. Once a gentleman doctor told me, when I was alone in his chamber, that there is nothing wrong with you, but your husband has low sperm counts and the sperms present are not active. So, there are least chances of becoming pregnant.
My in-laws kept telling me that I am sterile. But I knew the truth. My education and my parents’ poor conditions restrained me from confronting with them about this issue. I have overheard my in laws discussing to divorce me and send me to my parents on any pretext before sending divorce notice. I have tears in my eyes when they use to say me bad words, I didn’t have any alternate, but to sit before almighty God to pray to help me.
During this time, may be God heard my prayer or what. God sent Prakash to me. He was in forties. He is from Ahmedabad. He used to visit Hyderabad for his software business with Chandrababu Naidu Government (he was CM that time).
Many times my parents use to send things for me through him. As he was a towering personality and relations with state Government and personal relation with CM, my in-laws use to try to have good relations with Prakash uncle. Yes, I used to call him like that because he was elder to me. In fact he was very friendly with me. He told me that you can call me Prakash uncle when your in laws are around. Otherwise call me just Prakash and treat like a friend.
He was in a distant relation with my father. Due that relation my father is an uncle for him. When ever he uses to come to Hyderabad, my MIL use to tell him that, instead eating in hotels he should eat at our place.
He was staying in a three star hotel. Later he hired a flat in vicinity of our house. After few visits, Prakash uncle accessed everything. He informed my parents about my plight; they were too much worried but could not do anything. They talked to me on phone and cried but couldn’t do much.
I can understand that they were worried about if, I were driven out of the house. Since than my parents use to wait for Prakash’s visit fromHyderabad and hear about my well being. Whenever my parents call me Prakash used to be the centre of their chat.
Next time when Prakash uncle came to our home at noon, I was alone at home. My MIL has told me to treat Prakash uncle well in her absence. My MIL was whole and sole in the house. Her words were final. She was too eager to have good relations with Prakash uncle.
At noon, when we both were alone in the house, I asked him that why you told everything to my parents. He convinced me that it was utmost necessary, from social as well legal point of view. That day I was unable to control my feelings and I burst out in tears. He held me in him. Caressed me and pressed me to tell everything about my problem about not conceiving.
He was so convincing and he treated me so well that I told him everything. I also told him that I have heard them talking about divorcing me. For the first time in my married life, I got such a solace from some one from my relative. He was all the time caring and caressing me. I liked his embrace. When he kissed me, I melted in him. I didn’t find anything sexual in it.
He asked me, Anjani do you have faith in me? I said yes. He said, from today onwards you treat me as your best friend. I will find the best available solution for you. If you do as I say, only than you can save your marriage, otherwise this people may either bring unofficial wife for your husband, or may give you divorce.
I promised him to do what ever he tells. When I went to say him bye at the door, I embraced him voluntarily and sobbed once again. He caressed me again, and kissed me saying Anjani, forget all your worries, from today it’s my problem. I will solve it.
During his next visit, he somehow figured the discussion about this before my mother in law in presence of my husband. I was in the kitchen but my ears were with them. Prakash proposed to get both of us checked with a well known doctor of Hyderabad, who has international fame for such problems. My MIL agreed and said, if you are taking them with you, I don’t mind at all.
My husband knew that this doctor normally give appointments after two or three months. Prakash took us to there with just a call to the doctor. When we reached to the reception lounge, the receptionist stood up and welcomed everybody. She straightway led us to the doctor’s chamber.
After all the routine check up and looking to the reports doctor gave us fresh prescription. The doctor was very good and talked to us so nice. He told us to come after a month. Prakash ventured and said; sure I will bring them with me, so that again I will have privilege to have coffee with you. The doctor said, than why not come after fifteen days? Everybody laughed.
We took leave from the doctor. Out of doctor’s office, my husband asked me if I can go home alone by taxi. His office was very near from there. Prakash said, don’t worry Ramesh I will leave her home, he said that he is going to his apartment, which is very near to our house.
I and Prakash went to his apartment. I knew my MIL has gone to some distant place to attend a function and she was not going to be back before evening. I was coming to his apartment for the first time. Though he was staying alone it was three times in size than ours. He had an old man as a part time servant.