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Luckiest Bride
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2024-06-13 19:17:01Meera ~
"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 on the way of the asile waiting for me and my father to walk down. Guest stood up in respect, some who does not know the truth beamed with happiness and those who knew the half of truth stared in delight, probably waiting for some drama. * Among them pair of gray orbs followed the walk of the bride. The most beautiful woman in this world, the woman he loves, the woman who own his whole being. His jaw clenched and with every step of her he felt something getting broken inside of him. She is supposed to be his and she is his. This marriage is nothing for him, because by the end he will make her his no matter what. * Each step felt as if I was walking on burnt coal. I should be happy. Isn't it what I wanted, wasn't it my dream to marry Abram? Then why I am feeling numb? I should be joyful, after all, what I have ever desired and wanted was finally happening. I am going to have my forever with the love of my life. The man who has my whole heart, body and soul. But I felt nothing, just numb. Because how could I feel anything, after what I did? It was supposed to be my sister here, not me but I snatched him from her. I was still in a numb trance when my hand touched something soft bringing me back into the real world. I looked down at my hand placed in the hand of the man I love and an electric charge passed through my veins. The priest started to recite matrimonial vows and told us to follow after him. I closed my eyes and saw flowers blooming as, I recited all the vows with her heart. The flower riped beautifully, as I firmly promised in front of the Lord to be with him in sickness and health, till eternity my heart belongs to him and only him. "I now pronounce you husband and wife." A lone tear dropped from my eye, I felt calm there was no more chaos in my mind. For a moment I felt like the luckiest bride in the world who got to marry the love of her life. "You may kiss the bride and seal the holy matrimony in front of the Lord" My breath hitched and I looked up for the first time and my eyes met with the beautiful blue ones, void of any emotion. How can someone look so beautiful and inhumanly gorgeous? My heart leaped and I thanked god. I feel grateful, I am grateful. A sad smile formed upon my lips and I tiptoed and wrapped my arms around his neck causing him to go stiff, I brought my lips closer to his ear and whispered-- "Even your hatred is mine now, Abram." And kissed on the corner of his lips. *** He grabbed my waist, squeezing the flesh harshly, and I held his shoulder for support but he jerked my hands in a swift moment. He leaned closer, bringing his lips closer to my ear, enough for me to shudder. Chills ran down my spine, as his hot and ragged breathing burned down to my neck, his hold tightening over my waist painfully, causing me to let out a shaky whimper. "Then I will make sure, you burn in my hatred" Another lone tear escaped from my eye falling upon my lip. How sad a wedding could be? Where one hates the other so much. That he would not even think for a moment before hurting me. The same girl he saved when she was stuck in a cold dark room and coddled gently. The cheers of congratulations brought us back and he pushed me away not harsh enough to make it obvious about how much he hates me. The media captured the photographs, and why not? After all, I am the daughter of the biggest institutionalist in England who just got married to the heir of the wealthiest fortune. We receive congratulations and blessings but not from our families , because this is not what they want, but from the people who are genuinely happy for us. People who do not know the truth. And in a flash moment, I saw my husband leaving me alone at the altar with his buddies. One of them I know, Derek looked back at me with nothing but pity. And I fanned her face trying to hide my embarrassment. I deserves every pity and hatred for life and ever now. *** I longingly watched my mother who was dancing with my father , lovingly and perfectly. Catching the eyes of almost everyone because that is how they both have always been. Iconic and the most elegant couple of the country. People are jealous of them. They want to be them, they want to be us , our family. They want to be like James St. Henry James and Paris Lauren James the A- list Hollywood star. Beautiful Actress. I wanted my mama to be with me and hug me but I know my mother won't hug her anymore, she barely looks at me, my mother also hates her now. Well who doesn't. I sipped on my drink and uncomfortably shifted on the chair, as the dress which was made for my sister who has model figure has started to bug my fat butt. Yes, I am not obese but I am plump and full which doesn't certainly fit into the beauty standards. My eyes wandered around the room full of people dancing and found my mother in law Jessica Oberoi talking to my husband in a serious manner . Who suddenly looked at me with burning hot red anger in his eyes, that almost knocked my breath out. What are they talking about? I stood up as I saw him walking toward me in long strides and in seconds he was in front of me with his 6.7 feet of height. He grabbed my hand and and placed another on my waist. Without any explanation he lead me out of the Hotel where dinner was arranged. He smiled fakely , pretending as if we are going to make love that is why they are leaving, earning chuckles from the guests. I look back at my parents who looked at me with emotionless eyes. Oh how, I hoped that atleast I would see the flicker of emotion in my mother's eyes but there was none. And within minutes I was thrown onto the backseat and my husband just ordered the chauffeur to take us his home. My heart thudded inside my chest, as if it's gonna rip out. His home , that means I really married to the man I love, it is not a dream and I am going his home that will be my home from now on. *** Love CeeCee
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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
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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
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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.
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My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Eat
Meera~I sat on the floor, tired. I bit my inner cheek, trying not to cry. My eyes glossed over, and just like that, traitorous tears dropped from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks.He is trying to change the last shred of me, trying to mold me into something I am not and could never be.I glanced around the closet full of luxury clothes with expensive brands, high heels, bags—everything a fashion girl would dream of.But I don't.My old clothes, without any fanciness, were donated to some NGO.Yes, I was born into a rich family, but this is not me. I don't like fanciness; I like simplicity. But who cares about what I like? It's what my dad liked, and now, it's what my husband likes.These clothes are not me. I am not this way, and now he is forcing me to be something like this. He knows I don't wear such revealing clothes, yet he is making me realize that he is the one who holds power.I am a mere puppet, dancing on his strings.I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, taking a shaky
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Abram ~ I clenched my fists as I stormed into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. My mother’s words echoed in my head like a poisonous chant. "Divorce her." The audacity. The fucking audacity. My jaw locked as I raked a hand through my hair, pacing the length of the room like a caged animal. She wanted me to leave Meera. The moment I touched her, there was no going back. And now, after everything, after the war I fought within myself, after the nights I spent battling my desire for her, after the way she made me feel—there was no fucking way I was letting her go. I turned my head sharply, my eyes landing on my wife who was scurring through her clothes in the closet. She had no idea what just happened downstairs. No idea how my mother seethed with hatred for her. How she was trying to rip her away from me. I took slow deliberate steps towards her and wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed on the cute mole on the curve of her neck. The fresh bite mark was al
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Divorce her
Jessica~ I froze in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat. My mind struggled to process what my eyes had just seen. Oh. Oh no. I looked at my son and his wife, mortified. They were naked, and I could see that they were doing the deed. He was holding her from behind, not letting go. Heat flooded my face, my fingers tightening around the pie dish I had brought, as if it could somehow shield me from the absolute horror of this moment. I hadn’t meant to barge in. I had knocked. Hadn’t I? Oh, God. Had I knocked? I coughed and, without saying a word, left the room. I squeezed my eyes shut. Nope. Not happening. I cannot process this. This was my son. My baby. And his wife—my jaw clenched as their intimate moment burned into my memory. I hurried down to the kitchen, filled a glass with cold water, and gulped it down, trying to calm my anxiety. How could he touch her like this? Didn’t he swear that he hated her? And now, he let her into his room—how could he do this just for a
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Meera I snuggled deeper into the warmth, a contented smile playing on my lips as soft sunrays seeped into my skin, waking me gently—like an angel’s touch. The familiar scent of the pillow surrounded me, a mix of cedarwood and spice. His scent. My eyes shot open as realization dawned. Last night, he left me tied up and half-naked. But now… I was free. My shorts were in place, my wrists unbound, and I had woken up comfortably in his bed. I glanced around. The room was vast and elegant—an exquisite blend of power and personal taste. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a glittering city skyline, the tinted glass offering both privacy and an uninterrupted view. The golden glow from recessed lighting highlighted the handcrafted mahogany walls and the smooth Italian marble floors. It felt so much like him—arrogant, dominant, and utterly rich. My heart pounded as the silence was shattered by a deep, commanding voice. His voice. "Even though you deserve punishment, Pigeon, I s
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Meera ~"Why don't you just kill me Abram? I am tired , please kill me I can't do this anymore. " I sobbed as the pain surged in my body. I should have prepared myself for getting hurt. But for a fleeting moment when I saw peace in his eyes when he was standing at my doorway made me believe him, that maybe he won't hurt me like this. But now this, all the pain he has put me through came back with a force. And this room, these four walls are suffocating me, that I couldn't even breath properly. I closed my eyes letting the tears fall from my eyes. "You think I did this on purpose? " My eyes flung open and I glared at him through my teary vision, and frown etched between his eyebrows. I didn't say anything and he leaned down, staring into my eyes, I trembled as he caressed my cheek and a yelp escaped through my throat as he turned me over, on my front. My heartbeat fastened as he started to hike up my crop top and I heard a sharp intake of breath from him. I clenched my eyes shut
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Abram~I exhaled the smoke in a slow, deliberate breath, watching as it curled and dissipated into the dimly lit room. If only my thoughts could vanish as easily.But they didn't.They wrapped around me, thick and suffocating, just like she did. Meera.I hated her. She had been an unwanted presence in my life, a burden I never asked for, a mistake I should have corrected long ago. But now? Now, she was something else entirely.She was an obsession. A sickness that spread through my veins like poison, intoxicating and maddening all at once.I used to think I was free, that I was above letting someone like her sink her claws into me. Never allowing her to believe she had any real place in my world. Yet here I was, haunted by her every move, tormented by the way she breathed in my space as if she belonged there.I should have been rid of her. I should have cast her aside, let her rot in the insignificance she deserved.But I couldn't.And that was the part that made my blood boil the mos
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Meera~I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, a firm grip on my wrist yanked me back with force. My breath hitched as my back collided with his hard chest. His scent-masculine, expensive, intoxicating-surrounded me, making my head spin. "You think you can challenge me, sweetheart?" Abram's voice was low, dangerous, and entirely too enticing for my own good. I swallowed, keeping my chin high, refusing to cower under his intense gaze. "I don't think, Abram. I know." A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, his breath hot against my ear. "So my pigeon has Finally got wings" His fingers trailed down my arm, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. I scoffed, pretending my body wasn't betraying me "are you plotting another torture for me, dear husband? "I twisted my wrist, but he didn't let go. If anything, his grip tightened, his other hand coming to rest on my waist. "You are playing with my patience wife, be careful I might burn you in this game" he murmured, h
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Meera~"Just because I am fucking her doesn't mean I will ruin my peaceful sleep at night, right, wife?"My eyes welled up, and I bit my lip hard to keep myself from crying in front of this obnoxious jerk who uttered those words.So, he can fuck me whenever he wants, but he can't ruin his peaceful sleep—yet he can ruin me?"Language, Abram," Mummy gritted out, and I glared at him, wishing I could wipe that smug look off his handsome, infuriating face.I heard a deep sigh and looked at Mummy; she seemed irritated. "You two are married, and now I have to teach you marriage rules," she said in a weary tone.Should I tell her that her grandson kicked me out of his bedroom on the very first night of our wedding? I glanced at him with spite. No—I would never let anyone know the sham of my marriage."I want both of you in the same room starting tomorrow. And I want no excuses. Clear your minds tonight, and tomorrow, Meera, I want you in his room," she declared, and I frowned. She can't just
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Meera~"Your scream that's all I want to hear right now, pigeon"."Leave me" I uttered and a smirk formed on his mouth and a scream tore through my mouth as I found myself deep in water. I gasped for air and removed droplers of water from my eyes "Abram" I cried at his audacity. Fucking bastard. He chuckeked and dived in the pool drenching himself. Wgat has gotten into him. His gaze roamed over my body and suddenly I feel exposed even being fully clothed. I found myself involuntarily walking back with each step he took towards me with a Mission on his mind until my vack hit the cold railing of pool. His hard chest touched mine and a shaky breath escape from my mouth causing my breast to swell against his chest. "Abram" I whispered his name as he trailed his fingers on the swell of my breast and a small growl reverberated through his chest. The intensity of his hot gaze was causing sweet throbbing between my legs, I could feel warmth pooling in my panty. "This fucking bastard of
