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2024-10-29 19:42:56Meera ~
Past Lub 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 handed it to the person who was supposed to be mine but still did not even give a single glance to me. * Present I woke up, drenched in sweat and tearful eyes as I again saw the exact dream of my sister and my husband's engagement. How badly it hurt that I wanted to kill myself. But instead-- My sister Charlotte she looked so beautiful that day, her happiness was glowing on her skin, they were happy together. But I took that away from them, in my own selfishness so that I can have him. And now even if I have everything of him, I still have nothing but his numbness and hatred. I caused him to become stone hearted. Wiping my tears I look at the clock it's 05:00 in the morning, it's been only two days since my wedding and I am already sleeping in my new room, that is on the other wing of the house. My husband especially instructed the house maid to not let me or my anything come in his sight or way. I moved out of the bed and after doing my morning routine, I wore my yoga pants and a sweat jacket over my sports bra. I need to run, I need to let out this buzz of anxiety from my body, I need to reduce my weight. Tieing up my jordans I made my way out of my room. Trying not to come to face to face with anyone. *** "Can I make the breakfast today, please? " I ask the young and only maid I like here. Her name is Samantha, she might be in her mid twenties. She is gentle to me and she is also new here like me. Her wife blue eyes, widened more and she shook her head in a no, refusing me politely, pleading me through her eyes. "Please, sammy--" I pouted, and tried to take the pan from her dainty hands. "Miss. the head mistress will know and she will bring the hell upon me. "No, she won't. She is gardening right now, and I won't take long to prepare something" I said and she released the pan with apprehension. I love cooking, it is my passion, it calms my anxiety, it keeps my anxious thoughts away from my brain. And I need to cook something right now to function throughout the day. I am going to make pancakes and hence I started. * I flinched as I heard the shattering sound from the dining room. My heartbeat fastened and I slowly made my way towards the door of the kitchen. My eyes widened in shock as I saw the plate of pancakes I sent for Abram was on the floor, shattered. My eyes teared up and I bit my lip. "Who made these? Samantha. " I heard him ask, and fear surged inside my veins. Fuck. "I ask who fucking made these? " I flinched again as his angry voice roared inside the room. " Madame, sir. Madame made these pancakes " . Samantha said and I cursed myself for ever trying to befriend myself with this woman. But it's not her fault either though. Our eyes clash, blue against amber and he smirks, while walking towards me. With every step he takes towards me, I take a step back, until my back hit the wall and he closes all the gap between us. His hot breath raged breath fanning upon my face and I look down unable to match the intensity of his gaze. He tipped my face up, making me look into his eyes, they were no more angry, they were unsettlingly calm. "You like to cook for me pegion, you like to do household chores, hmm? " He ask, and my eyes go wide as he addressed me with the name he gave before everything fall apart. My eyes watered as he stared at me "answer me, pegion" He ask bringing his face dangerously closer to mine. His eyes fall on my neck, and a shiver rolled down my spine, then to my eyes again. Is it possible that he still has soft spot for me somewhere ? I nodd my head in yes, in reply to his question, desperate to make him happy. But before I could say anything, he twisted my arm behind my back and rolled it, tears of pain spilled from my eyes, but I did not utter a single word. "Fine, then you are the new mad if this house, you will do every chore from cooking to cleaning, you like being a maid then be the one" He released my hand and I soothingly pressed my palm over the joints. Oh, how could I thought that he might still have a soft spot for me. "Martha--" He barked and the head mistress came inside running, I wiped my tears, saving myself from enough embarrassment. "Yes, sir? " She huffily asked. "Martha, you all wanted to take leave, right? Don't worry your pays won't be cut, you and the entire staff are on leave for two months. My wife here, will handle everything". He said. I was dumbstruck, Martha looked at me with a slight smirk on her face, she understood what he meant. Nodding her head, she walked out of the kitchen. And I gulped down my own lump painfully as my throat chocked and chest felt heavier, tears blurred my vision. "He humilited me, in front of someone else". *** I hope you all like the chapter. Love CeeCeeRelated chapters
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