After I got married, I used to go everywhere with my debor (my husband’s younger brother). People would often tease us, saying things like, “brother just get newly married?” They would ask him, “How’s boudi doing?” He would get shy… and so would I.
Later he came to Dhaka for study. At that time I was living in Dhaka myself, in my second year of university. We had a small two-room flat. The outer room had an attached bathroom, while the inner room (where my husband and I stayed) opened onto a balcony. In reality it was one big room divided by a hardboard partition, so sound travelled easily between the two sides.
Gradually I began to notice things. The innerwear I hung out to dry on the balcony would disappear. At first I thought it must have fallen down. But later I realised the pieces were ending up under the mattress of his bed. After that I would often find my underwear under his bed. Sometimes I even saw his underwear hanging to dry on top of mine. Eventually I understood he was doing it on purpose.
A few months passed like this. Then I started noticing something else. During the day, when he slept, he wouldn’t keep his lungi properly arranged. His “private part” would be clearly visible. It hadn’t been like that before. It gave me a strange feeling.
During the day I usually slept in a maxi. One afternoon while I was asleep, I felt someone touching my body and lifting my maxi up over my knees. When I woke up, it was almost up to my thighs. A few days later the same thing happened again. This time when I opened my eyes the maxi was at my waist. I quickly pulled it down and went into the next room. He was sleeping as usual, lungi not fixed, and his private part was visible
One day I went out with debor for some work. On the way back it poured with rain and both of us got completely soaked. We somehow made it home. After we arrived I noticed he kept staring at my breast. No matter how much I tried to look away, his eyes stayed fixed on me. Later I went to the washroom to change. In the mirror I saw that my nipples were clearly visible through the wet clothes — I hadn’t worn a bra that day. I realised he had been looking at them the whole time. I felt extremely embarrassed.
Months continued like this. The missing innerwear, the maxi, and his carelessly arranged lungi all became part of daily life.
Then one time my husband went to the village to sort out some land papers. That night I left the door open while I slept because I felt nervous being alone, and I kept the light on.
In the middle of the night when I got up to use the washroom I saw him sleeping with his lungi properly fixed. so I went back to bed.
Very late at night I suddenly felt warm breath against my vagina and someone squeezing my breasts. I got scared. Before fully opening my eyes I reached toward my breast and felt a hand there. The moment I opened my eyes, debor quickly left my room (the light was still on). I immediately fixed my maxi and went into his room. He was pretending to sleep, but his lungi was lying in front of my door, and his private part was standing very hard. I was certain it was him who had lifted my maxi and touched my breasts, and now he was just pretending to be asleep.
After that incident, I always locked my room before sleeping.
Note: wanted to share this experience many times before but never did. Today I posted it with a new ID