Singer Komal Rizvi shares her horrible Life after Marriage

Singer Komal Rizvi shares her horrible Life after Marriage

 Singer Komal Rizvi, who is not only a great singer but also a successful actress and model. She is also a fashion designer and has a kitchen business, she has been cooking and selling food. To this day, everyone must have seen her laughing and smiling, but no one knows about the horrible accident of her marriage. Komal Rizvi shared her story first time in Nada Yasir’s program yesterday, lets check it out.

Singer Komal Rizvi shares her horrible Life after Marriage

I am the darling of the family, my 2 brothers are married and my sisters-in-law are also very loving. I have been raised by my family members and even today my family members are more caring for me than myself.

Talking about marriage, Komal said: 

“My husband kept me locked in the house for 4 years. I couldn’t go out anywhere. He had my visa and passport. He was mentally weak. He was insane.” 

Singer Komal Rizvi shares her horrible Life after Marriage

She further added, “My husband used to take me to mental doctors. He also used to hit me. One day He threw coke on my head and hit me on my eye, it was swollen. When my parents saw that they suspected That he beats me. My parents insisted from that day to come back but I was afraid lest my husband should kill me. I used to remain hungry for many days and he did not give me money or food. I lived in Oman and was raised in a healthy environment. Life after marriage was nothing short of a terrible resurrection. My husband did not love me at all, he always beat me.

Komal continue, 

“It was my father who never let go of my hand, came to pick me up in Oman, packed my bag himself and got me out of his prison. ”

I used to earn some money by tutoring at home, sometimes I would go to a nearby shop and cook and sell so that I could eat something myself, my husband never loved me.

She further said that, I like children very much I also want to have children, but my nieces and nephews are a paradise for me and we are all like a fist.

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