Novels by Ciarra

Abram~Honey brown eyes stared at me, without any ounce of emotion. And I stared back. "So, you came for therapy because you are possessive of your wife?" The psychologist asked with astonishment in his voice. I nodded. "But women like it when their partners are possessive of them or are obsessed with them". He said as if it is the matter of fact. I don't know about other women but my madness is hurting my pigeon. It is distancing my wife away from me. "Just give me some damn pills doctor, so that I can stop myself from hurting my wife".He looked at me intently and opened his wrinkly mouth to say something. "What do you feel when you look into her eyes?" he asks and her amber pools flashed across my eyes, making me smile. "Peace" I said, without any hesitation, without any doubt. I was lost in her thoughts, in her smile, in her eyes, even in company of someone else, I cannot help but think only about my pigeon. My beautiful pigeon, my wife. "And what do you feel when you se

Meera~My head. It hurts, it hurts so bad as if someone ran a truck over it, and crushed it. I groaned in severe pain, and slowly opened my eyes causing the pain to only intensify. I look at the unfamiliar mirror celieng and my gaze darted to my sides, it was all unfamiliar. Where am I? I sat upright on the circle shape bed and glanced around again, it wasn't my room. Infact, none of the room in the mansion looks like this. My heart started to beat rapidly in pure terror, I clutch the satin sheets to my chest. Tears streamed down from my eyes and choked sobs escaped from my chest.All the memories rushed back in my mind and my whole body started to shake. He injected me. My own husband injected me. 'I don't want to, but I have to do this' his words echoed in my ears. "If you didn't wanted to, then why did you do this Abram".I screamed in the empty room, no one was here to listen to my cries. He wasn't here. He betrayed my trust. He betrayed me. "How could you do this, Abram"

Meera~A heavy weight pressed against my chest, causing slight discomfort. I open my eyes and look down only to found mass of brown hairs sprawled upon my chest. His arms were wrapped around my waist, soft warm breaths escaping from him. An involuntarily small smile formed on my face and I dip my hand in his wavy curls, combing my fingers through his silky locks. How can someone be so perfect? From head to toe, he is all beautiful. He groaned as I stopped my moments, causing me to chuckle. I put my hand in his hair again, stroking gently. This is the kind of morning I always dreamt of having with him. And now I am having it. Having all of, what I dreamt of. But still nothing feels right. Instead it feels like everything is going down hill. Last night, god last night was the first time I have seen him relentless that he lost control. He said, he is not in any pain but I know him better. He misses him mom, and I can do nothing to bring her back. I know his possessiveness for me

Abram~"Papa".My palms are clenched into a tight fist, my nose flaring, heart beating fast. I could feel the heat emetting from my body. My eyes were stuck on the man sitting on wheelchair, his blue eyes staring back at me, as if seeing my soul. I watch my wife kissing on his burnt cheek, as if she is not disgusted. God, he is so ugly and disgusting. I need to take my wife away from him, or he will contaminate my pigeon with his ugliness.My wife should stay far away from ugliness. "Abram--" I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard mummy's voice. My jaw grounded. How could she bring him here? "I want him out of my home, right away".Mummy came in front of me, and my heart thrummed painfully as I noticed weariness on her face. My Mummy is getting old."He is sick" she said, her voice croked and my jaw clenched further. I don't want my mummy to cry, I can't see her cry. "I am paying for care, ain't I?" I ask, my gaze moved on him again. Anger surged inside me as I saw my wife talki

Meera~I arch up a little and placed a kiss on his adam's apple, making he groan, which made me giggle. I was still in his arms, as he strode towards the car, as fast as he could. "You really want to have me tonight, don't you? " I ask while trailing kisses up to his sharp chiseled jaw. His grip on me tightened and a low growl rumble through his chest. "Don't tempt me to take you here, on this very concerte. Or you want yourself on the headlines tommorow? News Flash : Mrs. Oberoi got all messy as her husband banged her".I slapped on his chest, feigning anger but I know the truth. The man who doesn't even like my hair up, because it shows my neck, will never exhibit me, even if I would ever want to. He opened the car door and settled me on the passanger's seat, buckling the seatbelt securing me. I watched as he hastily put on his own seatbelt, but failed. I chuckeled and leaning over his side, I buckled seat belt for him. "Don't be such a despo, honey" I mocked and he coughed,

Meera~I stirred in my sleep, and opened my eyes groggily. I could feel the dry burning itchiness in my eyes. I sat upright, and groaned in discomfort, as I felt my back and neck aching sore. I slept on the floor, against this door last night. My room was dark, just like my life. Usually, I would wake up early and pull up the blinds of our room. But this wasn't our room, this is my room and I no longer have energy to do anything. I feel low. I feel like all the loving passionate touches, all those firey words, all the time when we slept together, vanished into thin air and we are back to zero.I blinked back the tears that I thought I emptied last night by crying. But I guess god has instilled a dam inside my eyes that I can cry all the time. I sighed tiredly and got up from the floor, my feet sore but the cold tiles started to awake my body slowly. I was about to walk towards the bathroom when I felt something unusual. I frowned and slowly turn around. Yesterday, I decided to s

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.