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 ~He was on top of me and my eyes widened in fear. "Ethan". I let out the whisper of his name in fear and for a moment I went numb. His blue orbs looked at me with a sinister glint. " Never ever my name sounded, this sexy from a someone's mouth" He said and smirked at me, sinisterly. His every word, every touch disgust me. "You disgust me" I gritted out and try to push him away with all my might but he didn't even budge. His weight has started to suffocate me, my eyes brimmed with tears when I felt his lips skimming down on my neck. "Get away from me you bastard" I screamrd and best his chest, but he sunk his teeth deeper into my neck, biting my flesh, chewing it, causing me to shriek in pain. "You are delicious, Meera darling" He said and dug his teeth on the other side of my flesh, I could feel my flesh tearing away from my neck. It hurts, it hurts so bad, tears streamed down from the corner of my eyes, I punched on his chest with courage I got . He pinned my hands abo
Abram ~I watched the scene unfolding in front of me in horror, my wife, she was kicking on the shin of my brother, who was oblivious to any pain because he was unconscious. She kept on kicking him like a possesed woman, my heart was thrumming inside my chest rapidly. Her clothes were torn, hair was mess, she looked broken. My breath hitched in my throat, when she looked at me. My vision blurred when I saw her bruised bloodied face, only if I have listened to her that day. What kind of husband I am? Who can't even save his wife. She walked towards me, I want to hold her, and never let go, but she walked past by me. I turn around and grab her wrist. She turn around and look at me, there was no anger, nothing in her eyes, they just looked blank and it broke my heart. "Meera--" I whisper her name and she withdrew her hand away from my grasp. "Don't touch me" She said, her voice lacking any emotion, I watched her retriving back as she climbed up the stairs. I have broken her. I am
Meera ~"You killed me, Meera. You didn't care for my love, you killed me, ruined every happy aspect of my life, now it's time you die and rot in hell".I felt my breath got stuck in my chest, and I couldn't breath, all I could see and hear was my sister's voice who is hell bent on killing me. Tears streamed down from the corner of my eyes, I couldn't breathe, I tried to remove the hand which was choking me but I failed. Seconds by seconds my breathing laboured and shortened and I could feel my death near, in front of my eyes. Suddenly , my throat got released, and I take long intakes of air, trying calm myself from near death experience. "I hate you, so much Meera" I heard the familiar female voice of my ex best friend, her head was on my chest and she was sobbing. "I know, and I desrve it" I said and stroked Raya's hair. I have no explanation to justify what I did to her. I am terrible person and a bad human being. Maybe that's why what happened to me, was my fault. Because I
Meera ~LonelyThat's what I felt when he retreated his lips away from me, as if my touch has burnt him. I slowly Opened my closed lids and my heart raced at the look in his eyes. Something which I have never seen before. Feral. A glimmer of desire, passion as if he has seen me, really seen me for the First time. My lips trembeled and eyes brimmed with fresh tears, I forwarded my hand to touch his face, wanting to kiss him again. But he backed away and my heart sank in my chest as his eyes hardened and the fire, the desire got replaced with something else. Sonething which broke me. Disgust. Thats what he is feeling. "I --" I couldn't speak, words got Stuck and felt heavy, suffocating me. "It was a mistake, a weak moment" He spoke his voice hard. I bit my lip preventing myself from sobbing. How could I even think that he would kiss me happily. No we are not happy couple and I should be disgusted for wanting my sisters lover. "Ahem" My eyes widened when I heard the intruders Voi
Meera~ I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, her words slicing through my chest like shards of broken glass. My fingers trembled as I clutched the empty tray, forcing a polite smile on my face. "Apologies, Mummy," I murmured, my voice soft, almost breaking. "I'll keep that in mind." Abram sat silently beside her, his expression cold, detached, as though her insult had no impact. He didn’t even glance at me. That hurt more than her words ever could. "You can leave now," she said, waving me off like I was an insignificant maid. I nodded, backing away carefully, then turning on my heels to escape the suffocating air of the room. My vision blurred with unshed tears, but I blinked them away. Not now. Not in front of her. In the kitchen, I set the tray down with trembling hands and gripped the edge of the counter, trying to calm myself. My breath came in short gasps as the tears finally fell, but I refused to sob aloud. I couldn’t risk them hearing me. Her words echoed in my min
Meera ~The cold morning air stung my cheeks as I stood outside the gates of my old college, clutching my bag tightly against my chest. It felt surreal being back here after everything that had happened. The sprawling campus seemed unchanged, yet I couldn't help but feel like an intruder in a life I'd left behind.I had begged Abram to let me go on my own, and surprisingly, he hadn't argued. Perhaps he was too preoccupied with his business to care. Or maybe, he simply didn't want to be seen dropping off his college-dropout wife."Deep breaths, Meera," I muttered to myself, stepping through the gates. My heart pounded as I made my way to the administration office to sort out my re- enrollment. The stares and whispers followed me everywhere-former classmates who hadn't dropped out, girls who envied the "fairytale" life I supposedly led now, and boys who used to flirt with me.But it wasn't a fairytale. It was a cage.I kept my head high, avoiding their eyes, and focused on the task ahe
Meera~The air turned suffocatingly tense as Abram's voice reverberated across the campus grounds. Ian’s arms tightened protectively around me, shielding me from the storm that was about to unfold. My heart pounded as I looked up, meeting Abram’s piercing blue eyes. The fury in them was unrelenting, and I knew what was coming."Abram, please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Don’t do this. Let’s just leave."But my plea fell on deaf ears. Abram’s gaze remained fixed on Ian, his jaw clenched and his fists curling tightly at his sides. "You heard me," Abram said coldly. "Stay away from my wife. You’ve no idea what you’re playing with."Ian stood his ground, his body a shield between Abram and me. "She’s not a possession, Abram," Ian retorted, his voice steady despite the growing tension. "And maybe if you treated her like a person instead of a trophy, she wouldn’t be running back to people who actually care about her."The words hit like a thunderclap, and for a split second, I though
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
Meera~I curled my body and clutched the blanket as warmth seeped inside me, giving me all the comfort in this world.Suddenly, I felt someone caressing my forehead. The warm fingers felt good and comforting. Is this Mama? Did she come here because I got sick, just like old times?"Meera," I heard the familiar voice, but it didn't belong to Mama. Frowning and groaning, I opened my eyes, only to meet the brown eyes of Abram's grandmother.I sat upright on the bed and smoothed my hair. I knew she didn't like anyone being messy."I am sorry, Mummy. I just feel a little sick. Do you need anything? I will get it for you," I said hastily, anxiety bubbling inside me."Meera, calm down, child," she said, her voice calm, but I was still anxious until she put her hand on my cheek and caressed it gently.I looked at her, confused. Why is she behaving so sweetly with me? She smiled at me with nothing but pure affection, just as she did for Abram."I just came here to check up on you," she said. E
Abram~ "You will apologize to my wife in front of the media tomorrow," I said, my voice firm and devoid of any emotion. What she did tonight to my wife was a mistake—no, it was a fucking sin. She slapped my wife in front of the whole world without even thinking of the consequences. She looked at me, mouth agape, with her stormy blue eyes brimming with tears. "You are asking your mother to apologize to the bitch of your wife in front of the whole world, Abram?" she stated, disbelief evident in her trembling voice. I gulped down the lump forming in my throat. I could feel my insides crumbling, but I held myself together. I didn't want to do this, but I had to. "You should have thought about raising your hands on my wife in front of the whole world, Mom." She broke down in tears, and my heart shattered at the sight. Fuck. I walked toward her and took my mom in my arms. "How could you disrespect me like this, Abram? Did you forget what she did? She brought that man to the party. T
Meera~"He is here, madame" . My heart thrummed inside my chest in anticipation and ignoring my ex-bestfriend I walked out of the restroom. The gala was in full swing, guests were enjoying themselves, soft yet sophisticated music was playing and my eyes landed on my husband who was talking with his business associates. Thank God, I don't have his attention right now. "Meera, I am glad you didn't messed up my annual gala" abram's grandmother stopped me in midst and I could see something close to appreciation in her old eyes. My heart soared. "Thank you, mummy it means a lot to me" I said but she just gave me a curt nod and soom engulfed herself with other people not caring to introduce me. But its fine, I don't care right now I have more important thing to do. The most important thing which will blow up media, which will generate murmurs within the guests, which will create chaos in my family. But I have to do it, for his sake. Grabbing the flare of my gown, hopping it up a litt
Meera~"You better behave like an Oberoi, wife" he said against my bare shoulder and placed a chaste kiss on my skin, causing my body to tingle with sparks. I felt the cold metal against my neck as he wrapped the beautiful diamond necklace around my neck, making my look complete. I am wearing beautiful maroon gown with wide flare from mid waist, my hair are made in a sleek high bun, makeup bold with red lipstick, my amber eyes looking more fiery in khol. I guess I look pretty, it's not that anyone is here to tell me that I look pretty, and since my husband hasn't made any comment about my look, so I guess I look fine. I took deep breaths and with a confident poise I walked out of my room and climbed downstairs. I got inside the limousine, my husband was seated on the other side, doing something in his phone. I looked outside watching the busy streets if London. For past four days I have been working for this gala, I just hope everything goes well I really don't want to disappoin
Meera~"From now on, when I will come back from work I want you on this bed naked your ass up, dripping wet and waiting for me".I curled up and heard him leave my room. He didn't waste single moment after claiming me again. My entire body ached. My thighs trembled, my skin burned where he had held me too tightly, and between my legs… I felt the slow trickle of warmth, the unmistakable evidence of his possession.A sob tore through my chest and tears fell from my eyes. Why did I let this happen again? Wasn't last night enough to break apart that today and from now on every day. And the worst part I will let him touch me again and again, I want it. Yes last night shouldn't have happened like this but that doesn't mean I don't crave him. My lips still tingled from his kisses, my skin still burned from his touch, and my body my traitorous body still craved him.He hated me. I knew that. He had told me that so many times. So why did he keep coming back? Why did he touch me like I was
Abram~Ambers.Those fucking ambers will be the death of me.How painfully beautiful someone could look—every curve, every dip I traced last night felt sculpted by God himself. Her soft moans, her sighs, the warmth of her flesh against mine... it was everything I imagined.And yet, here I am, sitting at my desk, painfully hard for the fifth time since morning.My hand instinctively grips my cock through my pants, a frustrated sigh leaving my lips. I never thought being inside someone could feel this good—like heaven and sin wrapped into one.But how did this happen? She’s the woman I hate, yet my lust for her is maddening. Unrelenting. Consuming.I rake a hand through my hair in frustration. Last night, I lost control… but didn’t she lose control too? I still remember the way her hands touched my cock, stroking me. The urge to possess her is eating me alive.How can someone who looks so innocent be such a wicked seductress? And without even trying?Is that what attracts men to her? T