Paro

    by Madhulika Liddle

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    Author’s note:An estimated 10 lakh trafficked brides, known as ‘paros’ or ‘molkis’, are believed to live in the states surrounding Delhi. Nearly all share stories similar to Sana’s.

    Excerpted with permission from Woman to Woman – Stories by Madhulika Liddle, published by Speaking Tiger Books, New Delhi, 2018

    Madhulika Liddle is best known as the creator of the fictitious Mughal detective Muzaffar Jang. She also writes short stories and novels in other genres, including humour, feminist issues, and history. In addition, she maintains a blog, www.madhulikaliddle.com, which is devoted to some of her main passions in life: writing, reading, history, old cinema, travel, and food.

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