The anguish we feel when we witness our loved one's pleading to others for our happiness, is unbearable. When we experience that pain, we will feel that they should not have come into our lives, since there will be no scenario for them to beg for us if they do not come into our lives.

Similarly, my uncle pleaded with numerous people for my release from prison six years ago. I made up my mind at the time that I wasn't going to let Mama beg for me to anyone. However, the same thing is occurring again. But, how ?. I didn't commit any sins or attempt to harm anyone this time. Anyway, this is not the time to ponder how things turned like this. First and foremost, I must stop the mama from appealing with Nakul for my life. With these thoughts in mind, I dashed up to Mama and pleaded to him to let go of his grip on Nakul's knee,

"Mama.. Please get up.."

Mama resumed his action despite of my pleadings and murmured,

" No.. No.. I don't leave him. He has no choice except to marry my harshika. I won't allow him to leave without marrying my daughter."

Fresh tears gathered in my eyes as I heard mama's words. I tried to push back the tears by blinking my eyes as my lips quivers.

I closed my eyes for a second to refocus my emotions and remind myself that I shouldn't cry anymore. I opened my eyes with determined that I wouldn't let this occurrence to cause any impact on my life or my loved ones. I gently placed my hand on Mama's hand, which was gripping Nakul's knee, and attempted to persuade him in a soft tone,

"Mama, please. Allow him to leave. It's fine if Nakul refuses to marry me. But please don't beseech anyone for me... I don't need to be married to be happy... Allow me to be with you, aaravu, and meera in this manner for the rest of my life. I'm not sure if I able to find the same happiness in my married life as I do when I'm with you... So, mama, let him go... I'm not interested in getting married... Please, let him go... Please... Pl.."

I felt as if someone was squeezing my heart and making it tough for me to continue my sentences as I spoke each sentence. Every time I felt suffocated as a result of this, I reminded myself that

I should not break down for this matter..

I should not let my emotions control over me..

I should not let anyone know that I'm slowly breaking down inside.

I should not let anyone know that its paining me a lot.

I should not let anyone know that I too had a desire to get married..

My words and self- thinking came to an end when I heard nakul mother mocking voice,

"Of course, now we're all aware of it. You, as a slut, will not be happy to marry because you can't find happiness with a single man. A slut like you will get happiness only by sleeping with numerous man. Sha!!.. How easily we've been duped by your naive demeanour. You would have ruined my son's life if we hadn't seen those images at the right time."

As I was processing her words in my mind, she finished her statement and walked over to us and yanked mama's hand from Nakul's knee. Before she could use her hand to push mama, I grabbed her other hand and forced her to let go of her tight grip on Mama's.

Regardless of her efforts to get her hand out of my grip, I strengthened my grip and told her in stern tone,

"Aunty.. First of all, stop calling me slut. It's perfectly fine if your son doesn't want to marry me. That doesn't mean you can call me whatever name you want. Actually, I was the one who had to quarrel and yell with you since your son abruptly changed his mind about marrying me. I'm only remaining silent because I don't want to compel anyone to live with me. I will take care of my mama.. So, now please get out of here with your son."

I let go of her hand after uttering whatever came to my mind at that time. As soon as I let go of her hand, she burst out laugh and massaged her hand which was redden due to my grip. I was staring at her with puzzle expression and wondered if she had gone insane. Despite my puzzled expression, she turned and approached her husband, who was standing like a statue and carrying some papers in his hand. She pulled those papers from his grip and walked over to me with a contempt smile.

As she got closer to me, I discovered that she wasn't holding paper, but rather a photograph. She came near me and slammed all the photos in my face. I hid my face behind my hands and lowered my head in terror as a result of her unexpected behaviour. I opened my eyes and turned my gaze to those photos after hearing her taunt.

" Can I now refer to you as a slut ?. If you still don't enjoy being called a slut, I'll call you by another name that is more appropriate for you. The girl who is whoring around with a lot of men is referred to as a whore, slut, or bitch. You would not have chosen this profession to govern your life if you did not like being called by these names."

At the moment my gaze landed on those photo, my whole body was frozen as I stood in freezing water for a long period. The girl in the picture looked exactly like me. When the girl was having sex, the photo was snapped. She was having sex with a different man and in a different position in each photo.

How she was looking same like me ?. Why everyone is calling me as a slut because of the mistake the girl made who is in the photo ?. Please don't tell me that everyone believes it's me. She has moles on the same part of the body like me. The unexpected contact on my hand reawakened my inner turmoil. I looked up the person who touched my hand. When my gaze fell on the one who reared me with his unconditional affection, I let out a loud sob and fell down on the floor as I screamed,

"IT'S NOT ME, MAMA."