Two men tried to destroy my life. And they did succeed, at least for some time, in making my life hell. One of them was my first husband.
My first husband was a man who considered his wife his property, someone whom he could treat as he wished. I was constantly beaten, harassed and tortured. Tired of the excessive mistreatment, I got a divorce.
But the pain would not go away. I secured a job with a prominent travel agency and threw myself into work to escape the pain and keep my thoughts from straying to the past. After working in the company for a few months, one day, my boss asked me to stay back to finish off an important piece of work.
That night, it was just me, him and a few more colleagues who remained in office. My boss offered to drop me home. I accepted the lift as it had got quite dark and I didn’t feel good about taking public transport.
I got into his car and we got talking about our personal lives. I got comfortable with him and told him that I was a divorcee, which I think was a big mistake.
My boss told me that his divorce was pending before the court. He then invited me to his house for a cup of tea. I wasn’t quite enthused by that idea and tried to decline the offer. But he insisted and I relented.
{{/usCountry}}My boss told me that his divorce was pending before the court. He then invited me to his house for a cup of tea. I wasn’t quite enthused by that idea and tried to decline the offer. But he insisted and I relented.
{{/usCountry}}After reaching his house, he offered me a cold drink. I remember sipping it and feeling fuzzy and losing my consciousness partially — he had laced the drink with sedatives.
In that state of partial consciousness, my boss raped me. And I realised what had happened only the next morning. I was angry and hurled abuses at him.
What I got in return were slaps and punches for being so mouthy. He threatened me and said he had video-taped the entire act and would make it public if I revealed the incident to anyone.