In case you can’t understand why many Indian men are opposed to legislation against marital rape, know that this is a culture that sex is often the purpose of marriage. To marry therefore, is synonymous with a license to have sex.
Remember all those characters in mythological stories where characters abducted women to “marry them”. Yeah, that was an euphemism for sex. Some time ago, an actress thanked her fans for so many letters asking her to marry them. Those men weren’t fantasizing about the decorations at the wedding ceremony. They wanted to have sex with her.
Marriage, in point of fact, is seen as the final line of consent in India. It is assumed that once a woman has agreed to marry a man, she has signed a lifetime servitude agreement. When most Indian men say they want to marry a woman, what they mean is that they want to own her. You know, like cattle. Or a toaster.
This is why mention of marital rape short-circuits their brains. It makes them think on the lines of “I already own her. Why should I need special permissions to use her services.”
I don’t know about you, but I cannot think of a more material outlook on a practice that is frequently described as spiritual. Marriage in India is a meat market.