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
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~"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~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~"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~"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,
Abram~'I kneaded the dough, for the creamy pie we are to about to make. My wife has given me, this task to knead the dough smoothly. "You are taking too much time, Abram" I heard her voice, and look at my side, where she was standing with a spatula in her hand. "I am trying, alright. I want the dough to be perfect" I said and added more chocolate syrup. I felt her coming towards me, and snatched the bowl from me, but my reflexes were unfortunate that the chocolate syrup squirted out from the bottle. Landing on her face.I look at her wide eye, her face covered in chocolate. A chuckle left from my mouth and I bit on my palm to stop myself. But the moment she glared at me, my chuckle turned into laughter and then suddenly I too was covered in chocolate. We both looked at each other and laughed, our laughter reverbrating in the kitchen.We laughed, until tears flowed from our eyes'. *My eyes shot open, and I felt a real tear rolled down from my left eye and grin formed on my fac
Meera ~ "I wish you died the day you were born" Keeping a straight face, I let my heart shatter into pieces as my father spouted Venomous words into my ear. Ain't I the luckiest bride in this world? Who gets to hear such words from her own father, and is marrying the man who does not love her? A wedding is supposed to be the greatest ritual for anyone, such a blissful ritual but for me it is nothing but a sham. I am marrying my sister's fiancee, the man I love with my whole heart but he does not love me back. I am donned in a beautiful custom-made white lace gown with real diamond adorned on the bodice in floral embroidery. It is one of those rare beautiful dress that was made by greatest designer for the beautiful bride, and that was my sister. My beautiful sister. Whom she--. I blinked back the tears that were forming in the back of my eyes, as my sister's smiling face flashed across my eyes. I took a deep breath as the church gate opened and the red carpet followed
Abram~'I kneaded the dough, for the creamy pie we are to about to make. My wife has given me, this task to knead the dough smoothly. "You are taking too much time, Abram" I heard her voice, and look at my side, where she was standing with a spatula in her hand. "I am trying, alright. I want the dough to be perfect" I said and added more chocolate syrup. I felt her coming towards me, and snatched the bowl from me, but my reflexes were unfortunate that the chocolate syrup squirted out from the bottle. Landing on her face.I look at her wide eye, her face covered in chocolate. A chuckle left from my mouth and I bit on my palm to stop myself. But the moment she glared at me, my chuckle turned into laughter and then suddenly I too was covered in chocolate. We both looked at each other and laughed, our laughter reverbrating in the kitchen.We laughed, until tears flowed from our eyes'. *My eyes shot open, and I felt a real tear rolled down from my left eye and grin formed on my fac
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