Meera ~
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 these parties are not new to me, but still they always make me feel uncomfortable. I don't belong here, I don't belong with these people. So I decided to sit on the empty sofa, and rested my back against the fluffly, and soft. Beckman's surely does have good taste in decorating home, it's the best I have seen. Cozy and homely. I sipped on my fruit punch, the cold drink soothed my nerves, calming me instant. I was still enjoying my drink, when I feel the sofa dipping beside me. "Enjoying fruity drink, huh? " I heard a manly voice, the voice I am very much familiar with. I look at my side and my eyes widened in shock or happiness, I don't know. "Ian--" I choked my eyes brimming with tears, blurring my vision, blurring everything around me. "Meera--" He whispered and without wasting any more time he took me in his arms and hugged me tightly. Tears spilled from my eyes, but I did not care, I could feel the several eyes on me, on us, judging us but I don't care. I just don't care. My best friend, my Ian is here, I have seen him after so long how could I not leap into his arms. When he is as important to me as my husband. When he is my life line, soul mate. I withdrew myself back and touched his face and he chuckled and wiped the water coming out of my nose. "You are still the same" He said and I tried to roll my eyes. "Cmon we have been apart for only six months and no one changes in six months. Atleast I don't". I lied, because I have changed in so many ways that I cannot describe. " How was rehab? " I ask, desperately. I want to know of his drug influence has gone or he is still under the influence of that unfortunate thing. Ian left for rehab to detox himself and to get better. And he hasn't looked better in year as he is looking now. He looks beautiful, handsome, amazing and healthy. He eyes the beautiful brown orbs which I love are now possess the same innocence as they did years ago. He looks like my Ian again. "Well, I am at the party and I am not drinking". He said and I nodd my head, praying that it stays that way. I could feel the eyes of my husband on me but right now I am just happy that my best friend is here with me. " Let's go out, it's suffocating here" He said and I was already up on my feet. I am so ready to get out of here. The chilly occasional breeze feels good in summer, it feels refreshing, even though England is not as hot as other countries but still global warming is doing it's best effect. "So, how is your marriage going? " Ian asks and sighed, I don't know what to say about my marriage, or is there even anything to say. "I am getting what, I deserve" I said curtly not giving him the details, because I don't want him to get into trouble with my husband because of me. He pulled me closer to his chest and kissed the top of my head, "You deserve the best, Meera, only the best. And I am always with you, remember" I smiled up at him because I know, no matter what I will always have him. I was still in his arms, when I was suddenly pulled back with force and my back hit the hard chest of the man I know. Abram. "Mr. Knightly, I must take my wife home now, she doesn't like being outdoors this much" He said and and holding my hand he walked me out. Ian was coming to protest but I shake my head, and pleaded him through my eyes. He stopped and then he was out if sight. I was thrown inside the car with a force, and my head banged against the hard window. My eyes watered at the impact. "Abram, it's not what you think, I swear" I pleaded , he looked at me with deadly eyes and I bit my lips. He looks angry, but why? I did not create a scene when he was chit chatting with that actress? Then why does he doing this to me. "Abram, he is my best friend, nothing more" I say in a pleading voice but he didn't pay any heed to my pleading. I don't know, where it came from but there is a fear inside, fear of what he might do to me once we reach home. I forwarded my hand slowly to touch his shoulder and suddenly I was half lying on the seat. His hand on my jaw, his eyes darkening in hot burning anger. He hovered above me and and I tried to remove him, but to no avail he lean down and bit on my neck and then sucked hard. A sob wreck through me "Abram please--" I pleaded but he continue to suck on the same spot of neck. He released me and whispered into my ear, something that no one has ever called me. "You are a whore". *** I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Thank you Love CeeCeeMeera ~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 ~"What the fuck have you done, Abram? " I blinked my eyes and watch, Derek marching towards my husband. I look at Abram, who was stood there mum, emotionlessly, as if he didn't regret what he has just done. "You have no saying in what happens, between a husband and wife, Derek. Stay out of this" I heard him and watching him walking out my room, like nothing happened. "I am sorry, Meera, he is not a right state is of mind, you don't deserve this" A sad chuckle escape from my mouth, at what Derek said. A man who is not my husband is feeling sorry for me, he thinks I don't deserve this. Maybe this is what I deserve, because my pain is nothing in what Abram is going through. Derek is right, Abram is not in his right state of mind, he is going through loss of his love, he is in grief. I touch my cheek again and my eyes brimmed with tears again, but I can't shake off the fact that he slapped me. He had abused me, something that is so unusual to expect. I have seen this scene h
Meera~I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, a firm grip on my wrist yanked me back with force. My breath hitched as my back collided with his hard chest. His scent-masculine, expensive, intoxicating-surrounded me, making my head spin. "You think you can challenge me, sweetheart?" Abram's voice was low, dangerous, and entirely too enticing for my own good. I swallowed, keeping my chin high, refusing to cower under his intense gaze. "I don't think, Abram. I know." A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, his breath hot against my ear. "So my pigeon has Finally got wings" His fingers trailed down my arm, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. I scoffed, pretending my body wasn't betraying me "are you plotting another torture for me, dear husband? "I twisted my wrist, but he didn't let go. If anything, his grip tightened, his other hand coming to rest on my waist. "You are playing with my patience wife, be careful I might burn you in this game" he murmured, h
Meera~"Just because I am fucking her doesn't mean I will ruin my peaceful sleep at night, right, wife?"My eyes welled up, and I bit my lip hard to keep myself from crying in front of this obnoxious jerk who uttered those words.So, he can fuck me whenever he wants, but he can't ruin his peaceful sleep—yet he can ruin me?"Language, Abram," Mummy gritted out, and I glared at him, wishing I could wipe that smug look off his handsome, infuriating face.I heard a deep sigh and looked at Mummy; she seemed irritated. "You two are married, and now I have to teach you marriage rules," she said in a weary tone.Should I tell her that her grandson kicked me out of his bedroom on the very first night of our wedding? I glanced at him with spite. No—I would never let anyone know the sham of my marriage."I want both of you in the same room starting tomorrow. And I want no excuses. Clear your minds tonight, and tomorrow, Meera, I want you in his room," she declared, and I frowned. She can't just
Meera~"Your scream that's all I want to hear right now, pigeon"."Leave me" I uttered and a smirk formed on his mouth and a scream tore through my mouth as I found myself deep in water. I gasped for air and removed droplers of water from my eyes "Abram" I cried at his audacity. Fucking bastard. He chuckeked and dived in the pool drenching himself. Wgat has gotten into him. His gaze roamed over my body and suddenly I feel exposed even being fully clothed. I found myself involuntarily walking back with each step he took towards me with a Mission on his mind until my vack hit the cold railing of pool. His hard chest touched mine and a shaky breath escape from my mouth causing my breast to swell against his chest. "Abram" I whispered his name as he trailed his fingers on the swell of my breast and a small growl reverberated through his chest. The intensity of his hot gaze was causing sweet throbbing between my legs, I could feel warmth pooling in my panty. "This fucking bastard of
Meera~"May I have a dance with you young lady? " I heard the voice that sent chill down my spine my heart thrummed inside my chest rapidly and I couldn't move a single muscle, I was frozen. I felt his dirty old hand stroking my arm, which made me feel as if bugs are crawling on my skin nothing like my husband's touch. Slowly I spun around and came face to face with the face I loath and hate more than anything in this world. He grinned with his yellow teeth "Uncle robert" I whispered his name and saw his eyes darkened "you will dance with me child? " He asked and I couldn't do anything. As if all my powers are snatched, and all the memories of my past rushed back in my mind and I looked around searching for my husband. I need him. My eyes landed on Abram and he was talking to some woman, laughing heartily. My heart broke, why did I even try to go away from him when he isn't even coming to me. My insides burn with jealousy , I want to drag that bitch away from my husband. God, I
Meera~I was fourteen desperate to get away from my family with my mamma. Because I couldn't bear it anymore. My mother's pain, her screams her cries everything was painful. Father's brutality was getting out of hand. Sometimes he would hit me too, he hated the mere sight of me. I don't know what I did wrong, other than being born but I as far as I remember I have always tried my best to be like my sister. Like intelligent, I would starve myself so that I could lose my weight, I did everything but I could never satisfy him. He was an angel father to my sister, he never show her his real side to chaorlette. She never got to know his true colors. I was trapped in that house and I had to get out anyhow and that's when I met Raya. We bonded over trauma, she became my bestfriend, she became the part of our group. But she also fell in love with me. And I could never love her in that way. But desperation got the worst out of me, I knew she wanted to get away from her home too and she
Abram~"You might have forgotten Charlotte, Abram but I didn't".I threw flower vase against the wall causing it to shatter into pieces, making the flowers to crumble just like me as her words echoed in my ear. How fucking dare she. Her ambers, those fucking ambers, they scream emotion which I feel so deeply. "Charlotte"My eyes blurred as I whispered the name of the woman who was supposed to be my wife, with whom I was supposed to spend my life time with. But she is dead, buried beneath six feet of soil. She is no more here, her warm smile her sparkly blue eyes, her sweetness nothing is here. I can't feel her, but I feel her. My wife, I feel her in me all the time, she is fire and flesh that engulf me yet never burns me. "You might have forgotten Charlotte, Abram but I didn't".Her words echoed again and again, but I couldn't bring myself to regret touching her. No, I haven't forget Charlotte I can never. But my present has blurred my past, and Charlotte was my past and Meera
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