Meera ~The loud music boomed inside the club resonating through walls and sending vibrations through my chest. The neon lights glimmered, and sweaty bodies rubbed against each other while dancing. "Let's go and have a drink" Raya screamed through the loud music and i nodded. We both made our way to the bar counter and sat on the stools. "Two ginger vodkas, please" Raya said and i look at her wide eye that she still remember my favorite drink. Warmth fill in my chest and i gazed at her with nothing but pure adoration. Donned in a beautiful red short dress and her hair tied into a pony tail, lips coated in red , she is the epitome of beauty. Even in school boys were crazy after her. Is it possible that we could rekindle our frienship, again? That would be tough, but i will get my friend back. "Meera, back to earth" She snapped her fingers in front of me and i let out a small chuckle. Why is she behaving so casual with me? After what happened years ago. Keeping the thoughts aside
Abram ~"Where is Meera, Raya? " I asked and when I heard no answer I gritted my teeth. "Where is my fucking wife, Raya? " I gritted out. "Who wife? " She mumbled over the phone and I understand that she was drunk. I cut the call and raked my fingers through my hair. It's, 11:00 P. M. and my wife is still not here, and she is not even picking up my calls. Ethan called me that Raya has arrived their home but Meera was not with her. "God damn it, where are you wife". I muttered under my breath and exhaled a long breath. I hurridely walked out of my penthouse and taking out my car from the garage, I drove towards the night club, where they both went. There were chaos running in my mind, "I will find you, wife, I will find you" I sweared to myself.But what if she run away somewhere, my eyes burned at the tought of her running away from me. "I dare you, Meera , I fucking dare you" I muttered and turn the car in diversion to take a short cut towards the club. I put on the speed and
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~"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