The Night I Sent My Wife to the Storeroom — and the Morning That Changed My Life Forever

My mother, Sharda Devi, had always carried herself as a woman who had sacrificed everything for her family. She believed she deserved obedience in return. “A good wife,” she would say, “should be humble and quiet.”

And I — the loyal son — believed her.

I told myself, a little submission from Anita won’t hurt. I was wrong.

The Beginning of Tension

Anita and I met during college. She was bright, kind, and full of life. When we decided to marry, my mother’s anger was immediate.

“Her family is too far,” she argued. “We’ll never see them. She’s not from our community. It will bring trouble.”

Anita cried, but she stayed firm. “I’ll take care of your mother,” she promised me. “Even if I only visit my parents once a year.”

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