BBC World: It was my wedding night; the first time I would be intimate with a man. My head was a blur of images, of dreams and desires from the many conversations with my close friends and the pornographic videos I had watched.
But little did I know that a rude shock was awaiting me. Or rather, a huge disappointment.
In my fantasy, I entered our room and my husband embraced me tightly, smothered me with kisses and passionately made love all night. In reality, he had fallen asleep before I came in.
But my wedding night confused me and I didn’t know why he behaved that way.
When I asked next morning, he said he wasn’t well.
Nothing changed. Our second, third and numerous more nights were just the same.
All my expectations, dreams and desires were getting broken day by day.
“Don’t you like me?” I asked him. “We haven’t been intimate once and you have never expressed your feelings in words either, what is your problem?”
“I don’t have any problem,” he said.
I became bold and went closer to touch his penis.
I had imagined that my stimulation would increase the size but I was hugely disappointed when I found it to be too small.
I was very confused whether this was the real size of a penis? Was what I had seen in pornographic videos enhanced with graphics?
I didn’t know who to ask and I felt very shy.
Just like a woman’s beauty is judged by men, why couldn’t I judge my husband’s physical attributes? Why was it wrong for me to have some expectations of him?
I began to understand that he was impotent and that doctors had told him this before we got married but he and his parents had kept me in the dark.
Now that I knew the truth, he felt ashamed, but he didn’t apologise.
I couldn’t imagine doing what he had suggested, which only left me with the option of either leaving him or giving up my sexual desires, and settling for companionship.
Finally, my feelings won. I left my so-called husband’s house.
This is a true life-story of a woman who lives in southern India as told to BBC reporter Aishwarya Ravishankar.