Novels by Ciarra

Charlotte ~"C'mon, you will have to finish this."My eyes burned, and I tried hard not to shed a single tear. I couldn't avert my gaze away from them.I watched as Abram, the man who was supposed to be mine, was lovingly feeding my sister."I am stuffed, Abram," she whined like a child, but still, he managed to push one more bite into her mouth.She laughed freely, something she never did before. Then she paused and looked at me. Her eyes met mine, and she lowered them.A look of guilt passed over her face, and I gritted my teeth, unable to bear this act anymore."I am done... I will see you both in the evening," I said and walked away from them. Being near them was suffocating.I locked the door and slid against it, sitting on the cold floor with a thump. Warm tears spilled from my eyes, and sob after sob wrecked through my chest.She is trying, I swear my baby sister is trying hard, but still, I feel betrayed by her.I know it wasn't her fault, but still, it feels like she has snat

Meera~"It's been fifteen days, Charlotte...come home, please." I saw my mother begging my sister, and I could also see that she was getting affected by her emotional blackmailing.I walked towards Charlotte and stood beside her, holding her hand. "She is not going anywhere, Mama, especially not in that home."My mother snapped her eyes at me and then suddenly held my shoulders, gripping them tightly. "Are you insane...she is carrying your husband's child, and you want her to stay here?"I sighed and looked into her ambers straight, trying to reassure her. I knew what she was implying. "Mama, you know what Father did to her—to me. And she is my sister. I am not going to let her go through that pain again...and my husband deserves to see both his kids growing."My voice trembled, even though I was assuring her. Still, I couldn't shake off this weird feeling gnawing at my chest."Don't ruin your home, Meera," she whispered, and my eyes drifted towards my sister. A ghost of a look crosse

Meera~"You think it's a girl?" I ask, not able to contain the excitement in my voice. I know I shouldn't force him to be happy with me, but I can't help it.I am happy, way too much happy, and he is the only person in my life with whom I want to share every detail of my happiness. Because he is the reason I got this happiness.He looked at me, his eyes shone brightly, and a smile graced his lips. "I don't know why I denoted 'it' as a girl, but maybe I will try to put more effort for a girl... because she is just going to be like you, and then she will become my favorite person too."I grinned at his honesty and pecked his lips, and soon it turned into a makeout session again.I think we have kissed each other more than crore times in a four-hour span of time. From kissing in the middle of the road to almost having sex in the cab to get home, we have explored each other quite well.The cab halted in front of our home, and I giggled, and he grinned as if me giggling for no reason had m

Meera~I stuffed my mouth with cheese, keeping aside the pizza I ordered, letting it melt on my tongue. I guess my baby really loves dairy products.God, I love this place so much."I so want to bend you and teach you a good lesson, my dear pigeon..." My ears perked up at the familiar voice of my husband.My heart pounded inside my chest as he leaned behind me, placing a soft kiss against the curve of my neck.My grip tightened on the cheese tub, and I shuddered as his lips lingered against my flesh a bit longer.He sat in front of me, with his leg resting over the other. He looked at me with sharp gaze, and I lowered my gaze, unable to keep up with the intensity of his eyes."What are you doing here, Abram?" I asked, keeping the calm in my voice. I should have turned off that damn tracker.He leaned forward and looked straight into my eyes, then at my lips. My chest heaved up and down with each harsh breath I took."You look so damn cute right now... I want to eat you." My eyes widen

Abram~My knees scraped against the rough ground, and pain shot up into my spine, causing my eyes to water at the impact. "Fuck."I watched as the car drove away, and she didn't look back. She didn't stop. I have to go to her. Fuck, how could we end up in this fucking situation?I am happy that Charlotte is alive; now at least my wife will be able to get out of that guilt, but I am not happy with this revelation of becoming a father.God, I really don't know how to feel about this. I wish that baby didn't exist. I am not going to lose my wife to a damn fucking baby.As I stood up from the ground, my phone pinged with the tune I had set just for my wife's texts. My hands quickly went to my pocket.Her bright face popped up, and my hand tightened around the phone as I read her text:"Bring my sister home with you."The fuck is wrong with her? She left me here… no, she ran away just like always, and now she is telling me to bring home the very problem that caused this distress between us

Meera~"And she survived too... the doctor said our baby is strong, Abram. Our daughter is strong just like me and you."And in that moment, I really wished Charlotte was dead. I retrieved my hand away from her stomach and gasped in horror.My eyes brimmed at the disgusting thought that had just crossed my mind. How could I even think of such a vile thing?"Meera, a lot has happened, the things we all have been through... God forbid no one should go through, but I am glad we both survived. You are going to be an aunt, Meera."I tried my best not to let tears fall from my eyes, but they did because hearing her say things like this made it worse.I looked at Abram with the pang of betrayal in my chest. He was staring at the wall, but then his focus shifted to me.His eyes softened as they met mine. I accused him for doing this to me, for putting me into this position.Why, God, why?We spoke through our eyes. He was trying to console me or make me understand his situation, but I couldn'

Agastya~ (Period when Agastya and Raina were separated )I walked inside my cabin and sighed. I feel tired, my muscles feel sore, and I am sleep-deprived. I walked toward my chair and sat on it. I opened my laptop and started reading the file of the patient I was treating. Someone knocked on the door "Come in--" I said and heard the footsteps walking inside of my cabin. "Good morning, son--" I craned my neck up and saw Dr. Mihir Aaron my father-in-law standing with a box in his hand. He smiled at me, his eyes warm and smile radiating positivity. That is what I needed. He sat on the chair in front of me and opened the lid of the container. "I thought why not have dinner with my favorite person," he says and I smile at him in gratitude because he said what he meant. Even though I and his daughter are together, we both have gotten closer over the past three years. He served plme the sprouts and a glass of mango juice and forwarded the plate toward me. I thanked him and took the spo

♡Agastya♡Three Years Later I rested my head on the cold tile wall, as my heart pounded against my chest with trepidation. How can I do this to my wife? I at the age of 33 and she at the age of 28, are having a baby and she is in the operation theater, bringing our baby into this world. I should have gotten my vasectomy done. Instead of depending on contraceptive pills. Her pregnancy is delicate and fragile. Her body is not strong enough for pregnancy but still, she insisted on keeping the baby. And here we are, delivering our baby, prematurely. And if something happens to her, I will never be able to forgive myself, heck I will die if she won't survive. While being together for three years after five year long gap , we never once thought of babies, because we never desired them. We were more focused on our careers me being a cardiologist and her being a literature professor. Apart from our professional life, we indulged ourselves in traveling around the world, this was the life

Raina~"But I thought you love me, like love me kind of love me" I whined, a deep jealousy surged into my veins. I rubbed my temple and heard her sigh. "I still love you, Raina. Like love you kind of love you. And I think I will always will, but it feels so alone here. When you were here, it did not irk me, but now that you are back with your husband I feel so alone. So, I guess it is the right decision." she says over the other side of the phone, from London. "But you are lesbian, then why are you doing this, Susannah?" I ask, this time confused and more irritatingly. Because she can't ruin someone's life just because she is alone and feels lonely. I heard a teary chuckle and I frowned. I do not think if I said anything funny. "B is not a silent letter, Raina. Just because I love you it does not mean I do not like men. They swell at the places where a woman does not." she says, in a trying sexy voice. "But you will forget me, Susannah, if you marry". I say and my eyes are sprink

♡Raina♡I pushed the bell button again and again, desperately until it was jerked open, followed by a curse " Why the fuck, you can't wait?" He opened the door, shirtless, giving me a wonderful view of his olive skin. "Raina, what are you doing here?" He asks, frowning. I shivered as his eyes raked over my body and gulped. I pushed him inside and slammed the door behind me. "what is wrong with you?" He asks, there was a slight tremor in his voice."Why did you tell that man, that I am your wife?" I ask, I need answers. I need to know what is he thinking about me. " What? " His lips parted but he opens and closes them like a fish. Is he hiding something from me? "What, what Agastya? Tell me why would you say something like that? I signed those divorce papers, we are not husband and wife anymore." As much as I want to be his again, I need to know if he still feels the same for me. He stared at me, boring his brown pools into my hazelnut ones. He steps closer and closer until we ar

Two years later A girl around 25, with short hair reaching an inch above her shoulder, in a short, sky-blue denim skirt reaching just below her hips, paired with a pink floral cami top, holding a luxury bag in her hand walked out of the airport. A sigh of contentment escaped from her lips, as she took a long breath, inhaling the air of her homeland, after five years.She glance around and smiled, her country, her people, everywhere. Her gaze struck at a tall man, with grey hair, standing there with open arms. She squealed and ran towards him and jumped into his arms. Tears flowed from the eyes father and daughter duo, they stayed in each other's embrace for some minutes before withdrawing themselves. The old man shuffled his daughter's hair and hold her hands, leading her towards their car. Soon the other man, who was standing far away, smiled sadly and sank inside his car. She has changed, her body got mature, with big tits, and juicy thighs. Moreover, her old charm has returned,

Raina~ Three years later~ I sighed and gave fake smile to Joe. I want to stuff his mouth with Taco Bell so that he shuts up with his mouth. God, he is so annoying. Always bragging about his fucking achievements and how much wealth he has made in such a nickel of time. Trust, me this junk should meet my husband once. Then he will know what real hard-working money is called. I face-palmed myself, fuck I once again call Agastya my husband. When will I stop addressing him as my husband? I must not forget that I divorced him. We are divorced now. And we have not contacted with each other for over three years now. I am pretty much sure that he must have found some pretty woman by now. I just hope she ain't good looking as me, she ain't good in giving him butterflies as me. Even though Agastya has moved on, I still want to be the in his mind all the time. I want to be the one who he imagined while running himself. I grabbed the glass of wine and chugged it down my throat in one gulp.