“No...!” she wailed, as she was dragged out. “It was better to be dead than marry this scoundrel,” she looked disgustedly at the groom-to-be, a notorious man in the neighbourhood, infamous for his hungry, prowling eyes, looking for a victim to prey upon every chance he got; his target women.
What had she done to deserve this? She was being bullied into this matrimony. Her parents, neck-deep in debts were helpless. She spotted a chandelier, she had to escape fast! She remembered, she used to threaten to commit suicide in joke, maybe its time to carry it out for real.
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