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 side low bun with few curls bouncing on the sides of my face. My dress was from Ralph Lauren, it is a sky blue gown, with florals on the hem, it fits my curves amazingly. I can't say I look prettiest but I look presentable as the wife of the wealthiest man in the whole of Europe. "You have beautiful eyes, ma'am" I heard the stylist and I bit my inner cheek and than gave her a small smile with a thank you. Its not that people give me compliment everyday. "Why did you have to give me a ugly child, Paris? Look at her, saggy potato. Just make her look presentable for tonight, I don't want to deal with commenting on her ugliness." I was 9 at that time, ugly and chubby. My father never liked, I was not his desired child, he always taunted me, he hated the mere site of me. And my now my husband hates the mere site of me, I hope I match up to his expectations from me today. The stylists were gone and I was waiting in my room, for my husband. Who still has not come from the office. Samantha came in, and gasped for the air, a chuckle escaped from my mouth "calm down sammy" I said, jokingly and she shake her head. "Master, has arrived and is waiting for you, he has asked me to get you down, fast" She said and I sighed and got up from the bed. Everyone fears Abram, no one can predict his temper, it is like a boiling water on the stove, always on the edge. I walked out the room and climbed down the stairs, I clench my fist tightly and casted my eyes on the floor as I feel his eye watching my every movement. I just hope he finds me presentable enough. "Look up, when you walk, I don't want people commenting on how under confident my wife looks". My ears perked up, and my heart beat fastened, I have heard these kind of words before but every time they just hurt new. Even though they are not wrong. I look up and found him already ahead of me, I tried to control my nerves, I won't mess it up, I won't mess it up for him. We sat in the car, there was eerie silence , it was dark, only lights from the outside was peeking inside. I tilt my head and look at him, his face was straight, void of showing any emotion. But still inhumanly beautiful. The stubble was shadowing over his jaw, which was clenched, he is wearing a tux with a floral tie as the same dress as me. I don't know why but this little detailing gave me butterflies in my tummy. I know I should not be happy, and think that he did it for me because I know the truth and I won't think about it now, because it will make me sad. And I want to glow with happiness, even though inside I feel nothing but sadness. The car stopped and we got out from the car. And suddenly a warm hand was put on my waist, tugging me closer. I look up to see my husband, and he looked at me, his eyes shining with pretentious happiness. My heart thudded inside my chest with the close proximity. He smiled and brought his face closer to my side cheek, near my ear and he whispered "behave--" . That's it, I heard the click of the cameras, capturing our pictures. Oh how I could forget that it is all pretense. We walked past the paparazzi, with him holding my hand walking me inside the home, gently. The home was decorated beautifully, with florals and illuminated with big chandeliers. It feels like a lavish party, and why wouldn't it. It is the party of one of the richest man in England. Ladies and gentlemen were dressed in different shades with floral patterns and designs, after all the theme was floral summer. "Finally, we get to meet Mrs. Oberoi, sorry we couldn't make it to your wedding, but thank you for coming today and gracing this party with your presence" I blushed at the way Mr. Beckman talked to me. "You are such a charmer, sir. It's my pleasure to attend this party with my husband" I said and shake my hands with him. I bit my lip as Abram, squished my waist painfully and I released my hand from Mr. Beckman's hand. He said his bye to us and walked away. Many new people I met today, most of them were rich industrialist or A- list celebs. I was smiling with my whole heart, because this is the first time I am this close to Abram, even jst for tonight even just to pretend a happily married couple, I feel happy to pretend all these things, because for me it is real. I excused myself from the group my husband was talking to One of them was Hanerrina the new famous actress. I did not like the vibe she was giving me. I need to go to the loo, to calm my nerves from all these things. I was in the loo, when I heard some women talking "Did you see the wife of Mr. Oberoi, god she looks so young and naive and she doesn't look at all his type, he is so handsome and dreamy. " I feel a pang of jealousy as, the way they were talking about my husband. I did not care what they think of me, but I did not like the way they were talking about my husband. I flushed and walked out, usually I avoid these kind of situations but tonight I feel as if I have to face these woman. "Mr. Decker looks good while posing with Beth, I must say Mrs. Decker" I said and gave her a big smile. She grew mum and the woman standing beside her chuckled. Bitch. I washed my hands and walked out. Feeling a little content, I know I shouldn't have said this but it was fun until. *** I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Love CeeCeeMeera ~I washed my hands and walked out. Feeling a little content, I know I shouldn't have said this but it was fun until. Until I saw my own husband who told me to behave, is now cozily laughing with Hannerina. They both are standing so close to each other that he is not even realising that he putting a show of our marriage in front of others. I stood there in the middle, stuck as if my feet are glued to the floor, why would he do something like this in public? No, he can't make me or him a joke in front of world. I am now cursing myself for being a bitch to Mrs. Decker, my karma is hitting me back. I need to stop this, I have to stop this, I can't bear it. My body loosened as, I saw Derek my husband's best friend joining them in. I could literally make out the facial expression of Hanne bitch rina that she was clearly annoyed. Good. I thought of going in between them but didn't. Because I am already feeling out of place, these people are making me out the f place. Even though
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 ~The universe has brought down,the stars on the Earth. But still my heart is not happy Because It has come without him. The image of that woman sitting on his lap, flashed across my eyes and she shut them close tightly, and a lone tear escaped from her eye. Falling on her red hued cheeks. My chin wobbled, and lips quivered, tear drops falling onto my lips. My heart is in pain, a kind of pain I never felt before, not even when I committed the greatest sin. Finally a sob left from my mouth and I cried, sobbing my heart out, holding the railing of my balcony tightly. I am once again standing in my balcony, in a starry night, stars blinking, glittering, moon shining high above in the sky. I feel like as if it is moking me, telling me that I do not deserve the moon nor its moonlight. I look up in the sky and licked my lips, why? I stared at the moon questioningly. Why it has to be me? Why can't you shimmer my life with your light? Why does it have to be always dark? I questi
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 ~"Stop ! "A loud sound boomed in the Hall, resonating the walls, I turn my head to my side and saw my husband standing at the doorway with emotionless eyes and clenched jaw. He moved his feet and walked inside the Hall, and finally a smile broke onto his lips, i look down, is he going to embarrass me too. I prepare myself for it. For another humiliation. "Good evening, ladies" He spoke in the sweetest manner, possible and everyone greeted him back. "Mrs. Asher, don't worry I will buy you new pair from the same brand" He spoke . "Meera, baby--" My heart thudded inside my chest as he addressed me sweetly, a shiver roll down my spine as he hauled me in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and look at him in the eye, blue against amber, for a moment I forgot everything and let the butterflies swarm into my belly. He is so handsome that my eyes teared up again at the beauty if this man. For a moment, I only saw the old Abram, who was so sweet and getle to me. My saviour.
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
Abram ~I threw the files on the table and rubbed my temple, as migraine started to erupt inside my veins like, a hot volcano. "I will get the right file, sir" I heard the timid voice of my manager and glared at him "Why the fuck do you think, I have enough time just to check which file is wrong and which is correct, huh?" I seethed. "I am sorry sir, please forgive me, I will get the right file right away" He said and I banged my fist on the table " Just get the fuck out and one more mistake , and you will be fired" I gritted out at him, making him cast his eyes down in fear. "I am so sorry, sir" He apologized again, and walked out of my cabin. I sat on my chair and rubbed my temple. First at home, I have to deal with that bitch of my wife, and now at office with these, careless employee. And this fucking migraine, I am fucking sick of everything. She has made sick of everything. Her face, the amber of her eyes, her everything irks me and burns me to no extent. Her innocent faca
Meera ~" She took my Abram away, mama. She took my Abram away from me. I hate her, I hate her, I hope she dies, I wish she dies. I want to kill her, -- I want to kill her"I killed her, my curse came out to be true, I killed my sister, she is dead because of me. I snatched everyone's happiness, I snatched her from everyone. I snatched her from him, and took her place. I deserve what happened to me. I deserve every ounce of his hatred. I touched my gauze covered forehead, and a tear left from the corner of my eyes. If not for Usher, those dogs would have killed me and eat, but wouldn't that be convinient, it's not that I am wanted. My parents hate me, my husband loathe me. I wish you were here Charlotte, I wish you were here to take care of Abram. He has changed, I have changed him, he is burning in his hatred for me. I know he is not at peace. He is hurting his soul to hurt me. And I couldn't save him, because I am the sole reason he is ruined. "Pegion--" My heart skipped a beat
Meera~"YOU ARE MY WIFE" he growled against my face, I cupped his face and looked at him in astonishment.He held me, and a I pulled him, placing my lips against him warm ones. We didn't move, as if everything froze, time ceased as my lips met his. I grab the back of his head and caressed his temple making him slowly open his mouth and I locked our lips. Sealing them together. Breathing. I feel like this is the first time I am breathing. I felt warm liquid trickling down on my cheeks, and I realized it was his tears. He is crying. He is crying because of me. I retrieved back, but he pulled me back and slammed his lips against mine. Taking my hand in his, he put it on his heart and I gasped in his mouth, because his heart, it was beating so fast that I feared he might have an attack. He withdrew his lips and rested his forehead against mine "don't ever stop kissing me, pigeon". He murmered. "Make love to me" I said against his mouth. Without thinking twice I claimed his lips,
Meera~"Today was Charlotte's birthday but you killed my daughter and now celeberating your birthday. I wish you had died in her place".I fisted my hands, trying to prevent myself from sobbing. Do they really think I am celeberating? I don't even like my birthday. But I didn't know Abram was planning, until this beautiful black dress arrived. And this is the first time, my birthday is being celeberated. There is someone, who thinks I shouldn't die. Someone who wants to see me alive. Even if for pretense, someone still sees me for me. "God, I hate your pathetic face" he spat and I flinched at his harsh tone. He raised his hand, and about to land it against my cheek, like always. I close my eyes, waiting for the slap. But it never happened. I watch in shock as my husband punched on my father's face and the old man staggers backward, falling on his ass on the marbled floor. A gasp escaped from mama's mouth and she rushed to help him. I looked at my husband agape, his nose flaring,
Meera~I looked at stars in the dark sky. They are barely any, today. They were dim, there weren't any shine in them. I wish I could give them some light, so that moon doesn't snatch their identity. But it can't be possible, because moon is only one, but stars are countless. Moon doesn't need anyone to make it shine. "Happy Birthday Lottie". I smiled at the moon, my sister would have been 27 today, if she were alive. But--" Happy Birthday" . I heard an awkward voice of my husband and I slowly look at him, he was standing, in front me. He didn't meet my eyes, because just like me he was also looking at sky. I didn't say anything and averted my gaze from his face. "I love stars, they light up everything" He said and I frowned at him, getting defensive for my theory. "No. Noone loves them" I said. "I don't know about others, pigeon but I love them. Because everyone can claim the moon. And stars they are millions, and you choose one yourself and it becomes yours forever. "He s
Meera~"Wake up, please".I whispered, my hands gently stroking his soft brown locks, fingers caressing his warm cheek. Three days ago, that dreadful night became the worst day of my life. When I saw him lying in the pool of blood, heavily injured, I swear I felt my soul leaving me. I never felt what fear was until I saw him in that situation. And now he hasn't opened his eyes in three days and it's wrecking me. It pains me to see him like this. Not able to see his beautiful eyes, or hear his voice.I kissed on his fractured hand, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I look back to see who it was and my eyes hardened. "What are you doing here, Davin?""I am sorry, please forgive me" He pleaded, sadness looming over his grey eyes and it hurts to see my best friend like this. He tried to grab my hand but I backed away before he could touch me. A sad sigh escape from his lips and he started to bite on his nails, a habit when he is nervous. "Meera, I love you, I care for you but you
Meera~Judgement. That is something I always feared, always felt defenseless against judgement.And right now I could feel him judging me, the way his eyes are drilling holes in the back of my head. But he has no right to judge me, when he himself does bad things. I still remember how he beat up Ian that day. Last night, he held me in his arms and I spent the whole night sleeping on his lap. My cheeks heated up, at the memory of the morning when I found myself on his lap and he was already staring at me. He didn't sleep. I don't know where he got this obsession of continuously staring at me, when he abhored the fact that I even existed. And his care, his touchiness is giving me hopes, hopes of him loving me. But I know they are going to shatter because he will never love me. And not after seeing my real fae that night. I spun around and found him already looking at me. There was no judgement in his blue pools. That I feared. Just the emotion that I don't want to acknowlege.
Meera~"Calm my mind? Why don't you just say that my presence is suffocating you? That I am ruining the precious sleep of your nights and you just want me away from you".I knew it, my yesterday's action would damage our already broken relationship. God, he doesn't even want to be near me anymore. What have I done? I ruined everything. I pleaded him through my eyes, because I don't want to be away from him, not anymore. A yelp of pain escape from my mouth as he yanked my hair and twisted them in his hold, my scalp burned. He pressed his nose against mine, breathing hard, his grip thightened and a lone tear escape from my eye. "Put this straight in your skull pigeon, that neither you are going away from me, nor I am sending you away". He said, his lips meeting mine, but he didn't kiss just breathed on them. My body tingled at his burning touch. " Your best-friend wanted to spend his birthday with you and you are going, that is final" He said, his lips skimming on my neck. My he
Abram~Cold. The coldness of her absence in my arms felt chilling in the warm morning. The warm sunrays peeked through blinds but all I could feel was bitterly cold. Doesn't she like being in my arms? While I crave to be in hers all the time even when she never held me in her arms. I tilted my head slightly and sighed as the right side of the bed was empty, but it was wrinkled, the clear evidence that she was indeed here, slept in my arms all night. Soon wife, soon you will love sleeping beside me instead of leaving me as if I am some whore you spent night with. The bathroom door clicked open and she walked out wrapped in white plush towel like a cute bunny. Her eyes met mine, and she took a deep breath, clutching the towel tightly, as if trying to save herself from my heated gaze. I smirked as her round cheeks reddened. My gaze followed her as she disappeared in the closet and then eternity later she peeked out of the door, only to let out a curse, as her eyes met mine. I p
Meera~"I am engaged to Abram, Meera. It's time for you to go away, darling".She flashed the big diamond and I could feel my heart shattering piece by piece, bleeding in process. My chin wobbled as silent tears flowed from my eyes. " Meera--" I heard his voice and I got up from the floor, and walking inside I grabbed the flower vase and smashed it across her head. "Meera--" I didn't listen to him, not anymore. I grabbed her hair and twisted the bloody locks in my hand, I banged her head on the wall again and again. "He is my husband, only mine".Her painful screams filled in the room as she cried in pain. I brought her face closer to mine, blood dripping from her head. "He is mine" I spat on her face, and grabbing her hand I stared at the diamond ring in disdain, he gave this to her. He broke our marriage.I tried to pull out the ring from her finger, but as if it was stuck, it didn't come out "he will never be yours" I screamed while tears flowed from my eyes. I snapped her fi
Meera~"Davin"." Meera--" I lunged at him and punched him on the pretty nose he have, and grabbing his hair in my fist I scratched his face. Until he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, our breathing hard, my chest heaving up and down, but the sight of his bloodied nose gave me a good satisfaction."I am sorry" He said and and I glared at him "release my hands" I gritted out. "Promise you won't beat me again?" He asks giving me that innocent look through his grey eyes. The bastard even had the audacity to change his voice along with that fucking mask. I sighed and nodded my head, and he released my hand from his tight grip. I got back on my seat "you scared the shit of me Davin" I said, still trying to catch my breath. "Sorry, Mia but I am glad I was the one who got you, and don't you dare to pass through that kind of place again, its not safe" He said. "Drop me home" I said feeling drained out with all that happened in this span of time. First Soumya, then Derek an