My Husband's Vengeful Hatred

Meera ~'Mimi, I am your big sister I will always love you and protect you. I will never leave you alone my baby sister, never ever.'Tears streamed down from dull ambers on the porcelain skin, flushed with dark red hues. Vacant eyes staring out of the window, gazing at the bright stars. As she remember her sister's saying. My granny once said if she dies then look for her in the stars. And after the death of my grandmother , I always gazed at stars and will talk to the brightest among them. It gave me the calmness in lone nights I needed. But I did not imagine that someday I would be searching my sister, my lottie among the stars. "I miss you lottie" I whispered and closed my eyes letting the tears fall from my eyes. I was in my new home, in my new room which I am going to share with my husband. It is his room. But he was not here, he left me home and did not come back. It was almost past mid night and still he has not come back. And he won't, I just know that. Because he hates

Meera ~I winced as the hair curler touched my forehead, causing my skin to burn slightly "I am so sorry, Ms. " I heard the stylist and sighed "it's okay, just tell someone to bring me an ice pack" I said to her. Today, I am attending the first event with my husband after my wedding. It is a party hosted by one of his partners at their home, and they has sent invitation to bring me along. That is why, my husband sent all the stylist to doll me up in the best way possible, to make me look presentable, that was his exact words. It hurt, it hurt so much, when he humiliates me, I know I am not pretty enough, no, I am not pretty at all but atleast he could have the decency not to humiliate me in front of outer world. "Done, you can see yourself now" I heard the hair stylist, the makeup artist has already done my makeup. I slowly opened my eyes, and blinked slowly, taking in my whole appearance. My face was done in light summer makeup with glowy blush and hair was done in French sid

Meera ~I punch and punch and punch my fist on the dough and again did the same thing, hurting myself in process. Tears were blurring my vision but I kept on over kneading the dough. "You are a whore" . "You are a whore"."You are a whore" . That's what he called me, a whore. I have been called ugly, freak, fat, bitch but never whore, because I am damn fucking virgin. I always kept my distance from boys other than my best friend. But I and Ian are platonic lovers, there is nothing sexual or romantic between us. It's pure care and loyalty for each other. But he called me a whore, I know he hates me, but how can he use such a derogatory term for a woman, for his own wife. Do I really deserve to be call a whore? Do I really deserve all of this? Maybe yes. Because what Abram is doing to me is nothing compared to what I did. So, probably yes I deserve this, I deserve to get hurt, I deserve to get humiliated, I deserve to burn in his hatred for me, I deserve all of this for the sin I

Meera ~"Oh, god--" I swiped the mop on the glass like floor, making it shine with my hard work as maid. The work my husband gave me. It's been three weeks since I am the only maid of this house, I do everything from cleaning to cooking, laundry to dishes, I do everything whole day. And at night I wait for my husband , so that we can have dinner but just like everyday he never comes. And I eat alone. Today won't be any different, a smile broke onto my lips as I remember the thing I do, in my solace. I quickly completed my work and took a shower, wearing a cotton sky blue maxi dress, the only thing which fits me now, and combed my hair in a low bun. I put the heavy anklets around my ankles, and turn on the music. I close my eyes and swing my hands and feet in rhythm, syncing with music. This is what brings me peace, dancing. I move my body, feeling the music in my veins, the beat thrumming into my heart, rushing blood to my face. I was about to take a jump, when I heard a shatte

Meera ~"I have invited some of my friends over, make sure everything is perfect" He said, in a deadly calm voice and I understand the underlying threat in his order. And I can't beat to defy him anymore, because he has something which can ruin me more than in front of the whole world. I meekly nodded and walked out from his study to my room, to get ready for today. I have so much prepare and do. After showering, I wore comfy cotton shorts and a loose t-shirt, braiding my hairs and putting my flip flops on, I walked out of my room and went towards the kitchen. Today I decided to make Italian alfredo cheese pasta along with garlic bread, with my signature Tiramisu. People envy my cooking because at such a young age I can cook better than anyone. And that too delicious food. I don't know where time went while cooking, but it was done finally and its time for me doll up and look presentable for tonight. I took a short but a shower with fragrance , so that I don't smell and Abram d