Meera ~"Who the fuck is banging on the door? " He grunted over me and I close my eyes in gratefulness, but my eyes feel drowsy. I feel typsy. I felt him rolling over me and I prayed whoever is on the door, may save me. Please lord please. My mind swirls and my body feel as if it is on fire, it burns everywhere. My core tingles with weird sensations and I fight hard to keep myself stable. I hear someone fighting and I pray to be saved by this human being. My drowsy eyes fall on the blurry figure, I couldn't make out who it is but I am sure it is a man, who is going to be my saviour. I close my eyes, my core burn and my fingers itches to touch it, so that I could get some relief, but my hands were cuffed against the headboard. "I am fucking gonna kill you" I heard the familiar voice and my eyes snapped open instantly and head jerked aside to confirm who it was. My vision blurred with tears as I saw my husband standing at the doorway, in all his glory. My core throbbed at the sig
Meera ~"Meera, you don't look good, are you sick? " "Meera, Meera, Meera" I jolted and came out of my trance and look at my worried sick best friends , Ian and Davin sitting beside me. "What were you saying? " I ask, my voice came out weak and croaky. Ian touched my forehead and winced "God, you are burning with fever Meera" "Why did you come to the college today, when you are so cleary sick? " They asked and I smiled at them weakly. But suddenly last night's events flashed across my eyes and my eyes teared up, I was there alone in the dark, drenching in the rain, scared, no one was there to help me. He left me and never came back, whole night I was out and in the early morning a generous man helped me to reach home. Home, which doesn't feel like home anymore. "Back to Earth, Meera, stop zoning out" I look at Ian and a smile broke onto my lips. "I am fine, just a little fever, and today was the last day to submit assignment so I had to come" I say and coughed and heard him sigh.
Meera ~"Strip".His voice send chills down my spine and shocked me to my core. Strip. Does he really told me to Strip like a prostitute. " Don't make me say again, pigeon" He said while nuzzling into the column of my neck. My eyes teared up, he is serious. I am not dreaming. My breath hitched as his hand traveled to my cleavage and a yelp escape from my mouth as he yanked my hair and twisted them in his hold. "I see, you want me to do work, fine by me" He snarled and suddenly I felt a burning sensation on my arm and I got up from his lap. I rubbed my arm where he burnt me with his cigarette and looked at him with teary eyes. Before I could say anything, he pulled me again. And this time I met with his hard chest, dread settled inside me, "pigeon, let me see the body that you show others" He said and tear down my dress in one go. I felt sharp slices cutting my arms and drawing out blood, he cut me with a knife. A sob wreck through my chest at the intense pain "Abram--" I let out
Abram ~Those ambers, those damn fucking ambers, they are so enciting that they burn up my whole being. They held so much pain and innocence that I cannot help but get drawn to them. Everytime I look at those amber orbs, I forget everything and just get lost into them. But I know the truth, eyes lie, and she is a vicious woman, she is a fucking whore. I clenched my fist as the scene from yesterday, where she was intimately standing with that Ian flashed across my eyes. My insides burned with sudden rage. I raked my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh of frustration. Why the fuck do I care? No, I may not love her but she is mine, my wife, and I won't let her tarnish my reputation by whoring around like this. Her naked form flashed across my eyes and I felt blood rushing to my cock. She is so fucking Beautiful, so fucking tempting, that I just want to bury myself deep inside her. Her ample curves, her moans, her whimpers even her tears are so fucking tempting. Why the fuc
Meera ~There was something about caring, that you want for more and more. I applied ointment on my ass cheeks, which are less sore now. My cheeks heated up, as yesterday's events flashed across my eyes. The way he touched me, the way he kissed the intimate part of my body, just to lessen my pain, still has my heart beat fasten. Should I hate him for his monstrous behaviour or should I be happy that the Abram, I used to know , the caring one, the gentle one, is still there. I decided not wear my my panty, just wore pink cotton dress, reaching till my mid thighs, leaving my brown hairs loose cascading down to my hips. I walked out of my room. Climbing down the stairs, I saw Raya sitting on the sofa, and suddenly memories of those night flash across my eyes. I was so close to get raped, and all because of her, I walked past her, clearly avoiding her because I have no intention of make sweet talks to her. "Meera, listen to me please" I heard her Voice but continued to make my way
Meera ~"Why don't you take up the job of undressing me from now on". My eyes widened at his statement and my cheeks heated up again. Does he even realize what he is saying? " Abram, i--I " I stuttered again, and he look at me with intense gaze as if he is undressing me with his eyes. "Come here" He says in a firm Voice and my heart thrummed against my chest. Suddenly I feel scared of him. Is he gonna hurt me again? "I don't like repeating myself, Meera" He says and I slowly walk towards him with small steps. I fear him, now. He tugged on my hand and pulled me towards him, making me land on his chest. I placed my hand on his chest and look up at him. A shiver roll down my spine, as I felt his hot fingers sliding inside my dress and then they were on my ass. He squeezed my ass in his big palms and my core throbbed at his action. "It's your punishment for not wearing panty, in my house" He rasped against my face and I bit my lip in embarrassment. His eyes landed on my lips and
Meera ~"Mark my words, Meera you will be my slut in no time".I hurriedly climbed upon the stairs, without looking back, I directly went into my room and shut the door behind me and locked it from inside. I walked towards bathroom and started to scrub my hands where he laid his filthy hands on mine. His voice, still ringing in my head. How can be he so disgusting and shameful? I am his fucking sister in law, how could he do this to me. Didn't he care about Abram, then why did he do this to me. Fucking bastard. I scrubbed out his touch until my skin turned red and finally I dropped the loofah from my hand on the floor. Tears streamed down from my eyes, and a sob wreck through my chest. I feel disgusting. Should I tell Abram? Yes, I should definitely tell Abram, about what his brother did and said to me. He will definitely do something. Atleast he will protect me from him, because I am afraid, what Ethan may do to me next. I have a gut feeling that he is going to harm me. And th
Meera ~It's been a week, since that incident. Neither I have spoken to Abram nor I had an encounter with Ethan. For Abram, as long as I don't come into his way, we are good. Even though it still hurts me that, he didn't believe me but it's fine, he has no reason to believe me after all, I killed my sister. I wish you were alive, lottie, nothing this would have ever happened. I jolted as I heard someone running inside the kitchen and I held the knife in defense, and let out a sigh of relief when I saw Samantha standing in front of me. "What happened sammy, what got you so rushed up? " I ask, and continued to make tomato puree. She huffed and took long intake of air. "She is coming" She said and I frowned. "Who is coming, Samantha? " I ask, and looked at her. "Sir Abram's grandmother. Mrs. Joan Rickard" She say and my eyes widened. I have never met Abram's grand mother. Just heard great things about her and she lives somewhere in Scotland, in their country home. "I guess it's no
Meera~I stirred in my sleep, and opened my eyes groggily. I could feel the dry burning itchiness in my eyes. I sat upright, and groaned in discomfort, as I felt my back and neck aching sore. I slept on the floor, against this door last night. My room was dark, just like my life. Usually, I would wake up early and pull up the blinds of our room. But this wasn't our room, this is my room and I no longer have energy to do anything. I feel low. I feel like all the loving passionate touches, all those firey words, all the time when we slept together, vanished into thin air and we are back to zero.I blinked back the tears that I thought I emptied last night by crying. But I guess god has instilled a dam inside my eyes that I can cry all the time. I sighed tiredly and got up from the floor, my feet sore but the cold tiles started to awake my body slowly. I was about to walk towards the bathroom when I felt something unusual. I frowned and slowly turn around. Yesterday, I decided to s
Meera~"Who were you with, pigeon? " I frowned, all my excitement to meet him after this whole day and missing him, vanished as soon as he spoke in a harsh way. "If you will ask in that tone, I won't tell" I said, keeping my voice from trembling. He has done so many brutal things to me yet today is the first time I am feeling hurt. His tone, I didn't like it. My heart, it is not linking it. Maybe my heart has gotten used to his gentleness. "Answer the damn question" I flinched at his angry voice. My eyes brimmed with tears. I watched as he got up and marched towards me. Will he slap me? No, please no. I won't be able to forgive him, I won't be able to bear it now.I clutched the paperbag in my hand tightly, as he gripped on my arms, dugging his fingertips in my flesh. Glaring at me with mad anger. "You went out with that bastard Ian didn't you?"I look at him shocked. How did he know that I was with Ian? Did he stalked me? "Were you stalking me Abram? And don't you ever fucki
Abram~A moan escaped from my mouth as I felt soft lips kissing my jaw. I stirred in my sleep, and my eyes flung open as teeth scraped against my neck, biting on the flesh. "Oh pigeon" I let out a throaty moan, as she sucked on my neck, I felt her smiling against my neck. I want more. I tried to grab her hair, but found my hand being restricted to touch my wife. I look up and found my hands cuffed to the bedpost, I furrowed that turned into a glare. I glared at my wife, who was looking devilishly sexy , a devil in charge. "Release me from these, wife" she ingored me and trailed kisses down on my chest pulling my nipple between her teeth. My cock throbbed, and I could feel my precum leaking out of my tip. I groaned in annoyance as she stopped her touches, I looked at her, desperate feel her mouth on my body, her walls around me, clenching. She looked at me with devilish glint, she looked different as if she had changed. As if she was never sad. As if she wasn't wailing yesterd
Abram~"You will handle the cops tonight Matthew, I don't care how, but you will. " I spoke and heard him mutter a profanity, I cut the call. I wheeled the steering, and glanced at my wife, who was looking out of the window, vacantly as if all her emotions evaporated. "Come here" I said and I could feel her looking at me, I sighed and holding my hand out towards her, I waited for her to take it. And then I felt it, her soft warm hand in mine, I tugged her towards me and soon she was on my lap on her own. I cup the back of her head gently and made her rest on my chest and caging her between my arms as I drove towards our home, while placing kisses on her head every now and then. My pigeon had such a hard day today. And I am going to make her feel relax. Soon, we arrived at our home and I moved out of the car , with her still in my arms, clinging onto me like a koala bear. I tossed the car keys to the valet, his eyes roaming over us but he didn't dare to utter a single word. And
Meera~"Yes, wife you will have to satisfy him tonight" he blurted. I raised my hand and landed across his cheek, as hard as I could, causing his face to jerk aside. I grabbed his collar, my eyes brimming with tears because I didn't know, he would stoop this low. "You are a monster, Abram. A fucking shame to human life".I spit on his face. His eyes were closed, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring as if he is controling his anger. My spit rolled down from his pathetic face. He crossed all lines today. But I am not going to throw away my self- respect for him anymore.I wish I could have stopped myself from falling into his trap. I shouldn't have lost control last night. But not anymore. I won't bear it anymore, in the name of guilt. Yes, I killed my sister, but who is he to give me punishment?I fucking take this right from him in this very moment. I spun around, ready to leave because I have nothing to do with this shameless man who didn't think twice before saying something li
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