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1 week agoI Was 19 When I Rejected The Arranged Marriage My Parents Chose For Me. What Followed Haunts Me To This Day.
The man I was supposed to marry was someone I had known since childhood - five years older, from a wealthy Sikh family, my sister's classmate, living on the 14th floor of our high-rise building in Mumbai. He was my first crush. When I was 12, with oily braids and Coke-bottle glasses, I thought he was handsome and charming. I spent hours imagining what it would be like if he chose me.
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