Something else occurred to her. “Girls either marry someone local or leave town. But not only were you an outsider, you moved here for her. Did you know beforehand? About her being Dalit?” “Yeah, I knew. And it didn’t matter to me. No, you’re looking at me like I was noble or selfless. Let me be clear. I didn’t care because I had nothing—no family left, no job, no proper home—and her parents offered me all of that in exchange for some safety and credibility. It sounds crude, but it was a deal of sorts. I guess most marriages are. After we married, our friendship happened quickly enough, then
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