29/12/2025
I was 8 years old.
A winter afternoon.
Walking home from school with my friend.
Suddenly I saw a little child sitting on the roadside—
dirty clothes, runny nose, but the cutest smile.
I ran to him and lifted him in my arms.
My friend panicked,
“No, Shruti! Don’t lift him.
He’s so dirty… chee…”
I looked at her in disbelief.
“Are you crazy? Look at him…
these tiny four teeth when he smiles… so cute…”
She stood like a strict teacher—
“Niche utar isko.
Varna main aunty ko bol dungi
ki tu bhikhariyon ke bacchon ke saath khelti hai.”
I sighed.
“Accha… utarti hoon.
But don’t tell mummy.”
Inside, I felt a deep ache.
Why can’t we just hold little babies freely?
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⭐ Another childhood memory
Guests were at home.
A chubby one-year-old baby boy in their lap.
Me and my sister fought—
“Main godi main lungi!”
“Nahi, main!”
Mummy intervened,
“Dono thoda-thoda time ke liye godi main lekar khelo one by one.”
Finally he came into my lap.
My heart melted.
But soon it was time for them to leave.
“Aunty… thodi der aur ruk jao na…”
Aunty smiled gently,
“Beta, late ho raha hai.
Next time.”
Slowly I realised—
Other people’s children always come with restrictions.
No matter how much you love them,
you don’t have any real right over them.
And from that day onward,
while other children dreamt of becoming doctors or engineers…
I secretly dreamt of becoming a mother.
A mother whose children no one could sn**ch away.
A mother who could love infinitely, without rules.
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⭐ Age 28 — The Moment I Became a Mother
Hospital room.
Blurred vision.
Breathlessness.
Pain after C-section.
Someone whispered,
“It’s a boy.”
A tiny infant.
Tiny fingers.
Underweight.
But to me… he was the universe.
Inside me,
the 8-year-old Shruti was dancing—
Finally, my own child.
Now no one can take him from me.
But within a month,
I understood the truth:
Motherhood is not just cuddling.
It is sacrifice, sleepless nights,
and doing impossible things out of love.
Entire nights I sat on a chair
holding him,
because he cried every time I put him on the bed.
My body hurt.
My mind was exhausted.
But one look at his tiny face
and I told myself:
“Shruti, teri neend, teri comfort sab bhad mein jaaye.
Is masoom bacche ko koi takleef nahi honi chahiye.”
My inner child was full of empathy.
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⭐ The Person Behind the Mask
In the beginning,
I believed I had someone who would walk this journey with me.
Someone who showed love, care, responsibility,
who pretended to be deeply connected.
But soon the mask slipped.
What I saw was:
Cruelty.
Insensitivity.
Emotional coldness.
Zero responsibility.
Manipulation.
Lies.
Hatred camouflaged as logic.
And a dark, destructive inner child.
To escape hard work,
he pushed me into his mother’s room,
and slept separately.
He justified everything cleverly—
“It’s only one month.
I need good sleep for my career.”
One month was about to become two.
I forcefully come back to my room
Every time I asked for help,
he threatened:
“Ask again… and go back to mummy’s room.
Apni marzi se aayi ho is room main… ab khud sambhalo.”
Raat main baccha ro raha hai. main ro kar help maang rahi hun. Usne apne kaano main do no taraf se pillow lagaya aur peacefully so gaya.
Later He emotionally manipulated me to take 1 lakh from my father
for his foreign trip.
Just like His mother manipulated me
to take a car from my father
“for her son’s comfort.”
Later, she denied ever saying this.
He shifted to another city for work,
leaving me with his parents.
Said he’ll take me next year.
Next year again excuses.
Credit card bills.
Never-ending stories.
When I finally moved forcefully,
his parents portrayed me as the villain. hamare bete ko humse dur le gayi.
Now In the new city,
yes, we lived in the same house—
but I was all alone.
Again.
No help.
No responsibility.
No care.
Only playing with the child
and polishing his table and cupboard.
Whenever I complained,
sidhe bolna - mujhse nahi hota. Agar tumse bhi nahi hota to apni job chod do.
I left my job to raise my son. But still, I needed help in many areas.
jab maine dubara compain kari
He countered,
Ab kya chahti ho “Main job karu aur ghar ka kaam bhi?” ghar ki safai kon karta hai dikhta nahi hai.
Slowly, because of fights and arguments maine dheere dheere complain karna , apni needs ko express karna band kar diya.
With the time, because of a lack of love & understanding, I became physically tired,
mentally drained,
emotionally exhausted.
Then one day—
after all my hard work raising my son alone with the belief that he would at least take care of the finances—
I felt completely cheated when he said:
“My salary is not enough.
For the family’s needs, we will have to take money from the parents.”
After doing so much hard work with the baby,
now the financial burden also came on me.
I clearly told him,
“There is no need.
I don’t like taking money from parents.
I will work hard.
I will provide.”
I worked.
And brought financial stability.
Slowly, over time, he realised that success is very difficult to achieve while walking on the path of goodness, so he chose the other path.
He started learning black magic from a tantrik. During those days, he manipulated me again by saying that he was in contact with this tantrik who used to come to our home because many people were doing black magic on him. And I believed him.
Later, he lost his job because of throwing tantrums like a child at his colleagues and getting involved in dirty politics.
After that, at home, he slowly started isolating me from my own children.
He would take both the kids into a separate room and sleep with them, while I was sleeping alone in another room.
He repeatedly tried to make me look foolish in front of my elder son.
He began forcing me to go and live with his parents at the same city where, earlier, depression had destroyed my career and mental peace.
And when I refused, he tried to control me by using black magic on both me and my elder son.
He believed that the way he destroyed others using black magic,
he could destroy me too. He tried to harm me.
But I was divinely protected.
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⭐ Raising My Elder Son Alone
It took me 15 years
to recognise his true inner nature—
destructive, vindictive,
deeply manipulative.
Today,
I am a single mother,
but I have zero loneliness, zero depression.
I am whole, complete, and empowered.
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⭐ THE TRUTH OF SUCH RELATIONSHIPS
In such relationships—
You smile outside…
but bleed inside.
You show a perfect picture outside…
but live with emptiness.
You fight alone.
You heal alone.
You rise alone.
But when you rise,
You rise like a PHOENIX.
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⭐ WHAT MY JOURNEY TAUGHT ME (FOR YOU)
🌟 Toxic people are parasites who suck the life force out of empathetic family member.
🌟 They use children for entertainment today and as financial security tomorrow.
🌟 No amount of sacrifice can fill their emptiness.
🌟 Leaving them early protects your soul.
🌟 Toxic people are like snakes — once their work is done, they bite the very person who helped them.
🌟 Staying with them only delays your healing — and delays their lessons too.
🌟 Society is divided —wise people who support truth, and foolish people who prefer to believe liars. Focus on the wise ones. Ignore the foolish ones.
🌟 Toxic and manipulative people never build a career with authenticity or truth.
🌟 When they fail, they always play the victim and make you work hard on their behalf by fooling you emotionally.
🌟 Their lack of empathy makes them torture not only women but also children.
🌟 The most unfortunate reality is that their families support them blindly.
Instead of protecting the child and giving custody to the right parent,
They become part of the abuse by keeping the child with the abuser.
⭐ MY VICTORY — AND MY PURPOSE
Yes, I lost my elder son
But I found myself.
I found my power.
I found my purpose.
Today I stand strong,
not as a victim,
not as a broken woman,
but as a warrior,
a healer,
a spiritual teacher,
and a mother who rose from the ashes like a phoenix.
My journey is not a story of suffering.
It is a story of victory.
A story of divine protection.
A story of inner strength.
A story of transformation.
**Today I help people
to recognise toxicity,
break their patterns,
heal deeply,
and reclaim their power.**
This is my purpose:
To create awareness about toxic relationships
so that no other person suffers silently the way I did.
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Dear ones If any part of my story touched your heart,
opened your eyes,
or taught you something meaningful—
Tell me in the comments:
I’d love to hear from you — which part of my story connected with your heart?
Pic - Me with my little sister—she has brought so much happiness into my life.
