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Its been decided that I'll be sacrificed in 6 months time. The date is yet to be fixed but the judgement has been passed. The two parties involved have come to truce.

Earlier in the day, the adversaries had arrived. They bombarded me with verbal inquisitions and I tried to save whatever dignity I had with defensive answers. They had their fill and left me alone in the battleground with their prized soldier. I could not retract. It was as if my whole life was sitting in front of me and there were no two ways about it. I had been forced to choose this life. Whatever happened to the freedom of choice?

I cannot believe my mentors put me through this. People whom I've lived with, trusted and loved for the past 28 years have back-stabbed me. It would've been better if they had strangled me or slit my throat while I was asleep. But they thought otherwise and made me go through this tyranny.

I have not even passed my youth and they wish to rip, whatever little is left of it, away from me! I implore them for my freedom but its falling on deaf ears. Only 6 months. Only 6 months is the time given to me, to live my life with ardour. But how can I possibly fulfill all my wishes and desires in 180 odd days?? My execution is due in 6 months. A whole lot of audience will be watching it, somewhat like Saddam Hussain's execution. People who don't get to watch it then, will watch it on tape lounging, eating a snack or two. All this, while I'm being sacrificed.

In 6 months I'll be trapped in the vicious web. In 6 months I'll be trapped in sacred matrimony.

The joys of marriage.

* The above is purely a work of fiction and does not express the opinion of the writer*