“I will not marry him,” she screamed. “He has no heart—no soul.”
Her parents were stunned.
“Please, arrange for me to marry Rishi. He is a good boy. We love each other. I want to be happy and have his children. Mama, Papa, please!”
The next day two men met Amala on the street and threw acid in her eyes, blinding her.
“Now I shall never marry,” she wept.
But Rishi married her, anyway, and she found happiness in bearing him three sons.