Title: Forced Marriage
Part (1)
Late at night, after 12 o'clock, I lie in bed with a throbbing pain in my lower abdomen. However, I can't comprehend what's happening because I'm so deeply asleep after midnight that I remain oblivious to any events.
I struggle to get up in the morning due to the pain. Despite this, Hasib, our guest, seems to be in high spirits. But does Hasib engage in all those activities with me at night?
Rumi is contemplating, but he hasn't disclosed anything to anyone. After all, Hasib is my cousin. And what about his one-year-old sibling? Would it be appropriate to share all this with him?
In the midst of these thoughts:
Hasib: Apu, how are you?
Rumi: I'm fine. How about you?
Hasib: I'm good too. But it seems like you're not feeling well; you're still lying down.
Rumi: No, I'm just resting.
Rumi keeps her thoughts hidden. She doesn't reveal anything to Hasib, and Hasib doesn't say anything specific. He is, after all, my maternal cousin.
Rumi: How is everything with you?
Hasib: Let's go for a walk, Apu.
Rumi: Sure, I'll go anywhere. I'm not feeling well enough to get up.
Hasib: Why not? Tell me what's wrong.
Rumi: I just feel a bit under the weather.
Hasib: What happened? Tell me.
Rumi: I can't tell these things to the boys. And you go to my room later tonight.
Hasib: Alright, Apu, I'm going.
After saying this, Hasib leaves, but Rumi is still thinking about what he did. She wonders if Hasib comes to her room every night to bring her milk.
No, today, she'll see what happens. Rumi decides to spend the whole day in her room after throwing away the milk Hasib brought. After a while, Hasib comes back.
Hasib: Apu, come to the room.
Rumi: Hmm, coming.
Hasib: Have a little milk; it will be good for you.
Rumi: Hmm, I've had it. I'm very sleepy. I'm going to sleep now; you do your thing.
Hasib: Okay, go to sleep. If you don't eat now, it'll get cold.
After saying this forcefully, Hasib leaves. When Hasib leaves, Rumi sneaks out and throws away all the milk through the window.
After 20 minutes, Hasib returns.
Hasib: Apu, did you have the milk?
Rumi: Yes, I had it. I'm feeling very sleepy. I'm going to sleep now; you go ahead.
Happily, Rumi says this.
Hasib: Alright, Apu. What about me?
After Hasib leaves, Rumi contemplates. She'll see tonight at 12 o'clock who comes to her room. Waiting for the next part, as the first part is quite short.
[To be continued in Part 2]
