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 the mere sight of me. He loathe the ever existence of my whole being. And as much it hurts me, I still accept his hatred as my punishment. Because his hatred is my salvation, my redemption. And I will accept every punishment for taking away the love of his life, his fiancee, his best friend, I will accept everything he has to give her. I moved my feet and walked toward the bed, his bed and lay down on the mattress in the dark room. I have never been here, in this room, on this bed but at this very moment everything felt mine, I feel like as if I have finally reached my home, her final destination. I turn my face to the side on the pillow and inhaled, it has his smell on it. Even though he is not here, he still feel closer than he has ever felt before. Is it true that matrimony creates a powerful bond between souls? May be it is true because my heart has never felt more free and at peace than, it is feeling now. I close my eyes, letting the essence of him lull me into a dreamy sleep. The moon shone brighter and brighter with each passing minute and the moonlight peeking inside the room through window illuminated on her skin makin her glow like a fragile doll. *** Somewhere ~ "You don't have to go home tonight, you can come over my place and we can N*****x and chill just like the old times" a woman in white bodycon dress with auburn hair said. She leaned forward to the man sitting on the chair, to kiss him but he tilted his head to the side and the kiss landed at nothing. Making the woman groan in frustration. "For god's sake she is married, stop thinking about her, you have to let her g-o--" Her lips pouted and eyes watered as the man grabbed her jaw painfully and brought her face closer to his and stared dead into her brown orbs with clenched jaw. "Say that again and I will make sure you never see me again" he gritted out in anger, his gray eyes burning in fury. "Get out" He barked and the woman smoothed her dress and walked out of the cabin, the tik tok of her six inches heels echoing in the room. The man took out the picture from his wallet and grazed his thumb over photograph, of smiling Meera. A smile broke onto his lips as he grazed at the photograph. His Meera looks etheral, her long black hair cascading down till her waist, her skin porcelain, flushed with beautiful hue of red, the ambers of her eyes shone like fire due to sunlight on her face, her full plump pink lips smiling widely at the camera, her milky neck with beautiful moles on it looked enciting. She looked enciting, there is no one like her. And he will not let her go, never ever. "She is his, only his". *** Meanwhile ~ The room was dark and Abram walked inside his room, locking the door behind him. He rubbed his temple, as the migraine did not cease only increased. So much happened just in one day, he is married. He is married to the woman he wasn't supposed to marry. Woman he does not love, woman who took away something very dear to him. His best friend, his love Charlotte. His baby blue orbs burned with instant anger as his eyes fell upon the figure lying on his bed, sleeping peacefully. He moved his feet and took long strides towards his bed and hovered above her. How can she sleep so peacefully after taking away his peace? Does she not feel any guilt for what she did? It was supposed to be Charlotte sleeping here not her. How fucking dare she taking her place? How dare she fucking live peacefully? He leaned down and raising his hand he grabbed her jaw making her eyes snap open and lips pouted. Her eyes watered and tears fell from the corner of her eyes, she tried to pry away his hand but failed. His grasp over her jaw tightened, causing her to go breathless, she begged through her eyes, but he ignored and brought his face closer to her. Glaring into her swollen ambers, he spoke "Get the fuck out of my room and never come back" He released her and she moved out of the bed and stood there, casting her eyes down. She was frightened as well as sad that her husband chose violence and cannot even share a bed with her. How dumb she was to think that she can sleep in his bed when he hates her so much. She walked closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder and gasped as he pinned her down on the bed, tugging her hands above her head and looked dead into her eyes. Right now his eyes took the color of midninght blue, darker than everything , they gazed at her with intense hatred making her heart clench with pain. She can't bear his hatred for her, she thought she can but she just can't. Her lip quiver and a sob rip through her throat "Abram please, I am so sorry, please forgive me, please" She begged and he released her again and laughed and laughed and laughed. Like a maniac. "Get out" He barked "Abram please I am so--rry" She winced in pain as he dragged her out of his room by her hair. And shut the door. Meera slid down on the floor, her wails echoed in the empty home, there was no one to listen to her pain. She cried for her Husband, she cried for her sister, she cried for herself but she is the one at fault. She brought it upon herself. "Only if that night fate was reversed". *** Love CeeCeeMeera ~PastLub dub lub dub lub dub lub dub two hearts beating in the same synching rhythm, like thunder, blood pumping into their veins like a downpour. One bursting with joy and pride for starting a new and beautiful life and the other beating with the sorrow of losing. "I can't believe it is finally, happening" I gave a small pretensious smile to my sister who was beaming and glowing with utter happiness. "I never imagined that I will find love this easily, I am so blessed to have him". My sister spoke and I could not help but feel a pang of jealousy. How easy it is for some people to get everything in life so easily. Loving parents, love, beauty everything. Someone said it right, loving can hurt. Loving can make you lose yourself. It is a painful loop of a vicious cycle that no one can make it out of. And that is what I am feeling, sorrow, about losing my everything. My life, my love, my soul, my everything. Taking the hand of my beloved sister who I loves so much, I hande
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 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