Novels by Ciarra

Meera~"No, it's fine, Derek. Her husband is here to help her," he said, and I took a deep breath while halting my movements."Well, I will let you husband and wife to it then. I am starving, so bring it out fast," Derek said before leaving us. Abram walked toward me.I could see his veiny arms and smooth yet rough hands grabbing the casserole. "You don't have to do it. I will take it out," I said.His body brushed against mine, and a surge of electricity ran through me at his touch. I could feel his hot breath on my neck."Well, I am a good husband, ain't I? And I would like it to be that way," he said and walked out.I bit my lip. "I wish you were a good husband, Abram," I whispered to his retreating back.Soon, I joined the guests and sat on the empty chair beside Gia, who was Derek's girlfriend, because my husband's assistant sat beside him.I started to eat my food without indulging in their conversations, as they did not involve me. My husband didn’t care to include me either—he

Meera~What have I become? How can I do this to my own sister? How can I enjoy his touch and crave it all the time? Why can't I feel disgust when he touches me, even after knowing that he is just using me? I am nothing more than a sex toy for him. He still hates me; when he is not touching me, he makes it very clear.I am losing control, but was I ever in control when it came to him? Can't I just let myself loose within his touch? No, I can't. The guilt will always be with me.I just want him to grasp my hand and never leave.I leaned my head against the cold glass wall of the bathroom as the burning hot water poured over me, making me realize that I should burn. I deserve to burn forever.I stayed under the shower, cleaning myself from the sin, and when I burned myself enough, I got up from the floor. Grabbing the washed towel, I wrapped it around my body.Before getting out of the bathroom, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, and my eyes widened. Ever since Abram claimed me t

Meera~"Don't cry, Meera I am fine now it was just a little accident" Ian assured with soothing words but I wasn't having it, I was hysterical. I can't control it. "I could have lose you, Ian and I can't afford that ever" I said with trembling voice and he cupped my cheeks before taking me into his arms, rocking me back and forth. "I am sorry I couldn't come that day" I said with sorrow in my voice, because I know what happened that night. "You could have come but he didn't let you did he? " He asked more than in a statement of fact and he is not wrong. I just sighed. Today I finally decided to gather some courage and came to Ian's dorm room to meet him and thank god he is well now. "Did you kick your bitch mother-in-law's ass Meera? " He asked and I chuckeled shaking my head in a no. "She apologized in front of media that's enough of kicking her ass I guess" I said and we both chuckled as if iy is the most funniest joke.I take out cherry pies box which I made for him because t

Meera~I curled my body and clutched the blanket as warmth seeped inside me, giving me all the comfort in this world.Suddenly, I felt someone caressing my forehead. The warm fingers felt good and comforting. Is this Mama? Did she come here because I got sick, just like old times?"Meera," I heard the familiar voice, but it didn't belong to Mama. Frowning and groaning, I opened my eyes, only to meet the brown eyes of Abram's grandmother.I sat upright on the bed and smoothed my hair. I knew she didn't like anyone being messy."I am sorry, Mummy. I just feel a little sick. Do you need anything? I will get it for you," I said hastily, anxiety bubbling inside me."Meera, calm down, child," she said, her voice calm, but I was still anxious until she put her hand on my cheek and caressed it gently.I looked at her, confused. Why is she behaving so sweetly with me? She smiled at me with nothing but pure affection, just as she did for Abram."I just came here to check up on you," she said. E

Abram~ "You will apologize to my wife in front of the media tomorrow," I said, my voice firm and devoid of any emotion. What she did tonight to my wife was a mistake—no, it was a fucking sin. She slapped my wife in front of the whole world without even thinking of the consequences. She looked at me, mouth agape, with her stormy blue eyes brimming with tears. "You are asking your mother to apologize to the bitch of your wife in front of the whole world, Abram?" she stated, disbelief evident in her trembling voice. I gulped down the lump forming in my throat. I could feel my insides crumbling, but I held myself together. I didn't want to do this, but I had to. "You should have thought about raising your hands on my wife in front of the whole world, Mom." She broke down in tears, and my heart shattered at the sight. Fuck. I walked toward her and took my mom in my arms. "How could you disrespect me like this, Abram? Did you forget what she did? She brought that man to the party. T

Meera~"He is here, madame" . My heart thrummed inside my chest in anticipation and ignoring my ex-bestfriend I walked out of the restroom. The gala was in full swing, guests were enjoying themselves, soft yet sophisticated music was playing and my eyes landed on my husband who was talking with his business associates. Thank God, I don't have his attention right now. "Meera, I am glad you didn't messed up my annual gala" abram's grandmother stopped me in midst and I could see something close to appreciation in her old eyes. My heart soared. "Thank you, mummy it means a lot to me" I said but she just gave me a curt nod and soom engulfed herself with other people not caring to introduce me. But its fine, I don't care right now I have more important thing to do. The most important thing which will blow up media, which will generate murmurs within the guests, which will create chaos in my family. But I have to do it, for his sake. Grabbing the flare of my gown, hopping it up a litt

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.