Privacy

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 have committed.

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Abram ~

I hate her, I fucking hate that bitch. "Abram, c'mon you cannot dwell upon Charlotte's death forever, you have to move on" I glared at Ariana. My assistant cum friend.

Where did Charlotte even come from?

"What are you even doing here this  late, Ariana? " I asked, in annoyance. I was not in the mood of any company. I am tired. Tired of everything.

First that woman ruined my whole party, made fun of my reputation, with that Ian Knightly and then today's meeting. I fucking lost my deal. All because of her, if she wouldn't have occupied the half of my mind, I would have been more conscious about the deal.

Ariana handed me the glass of scotch and poured herself one, sliding closer to me. I took the glass from her and chugged down the bitter drink in one go.

I drank and drank until the alcohol took over my mind and i started to lose control. I wanted to let loose myself.

"By the way, how is your young wife? What is her name again, ira, yeah Meera, how is she doing? " Ariana asked with a stink smile and took the strand of my hair between her finger and started caressing my hair.

I groaned in irritation "stop getting on my nerves Ari and do not take that bitch's name in front of me" I said and opened my drunken lids which started to get heavy.

Ariana closed the non existent gap between us, I could feel it, I could smell her perfume coming closer and closer and then my head was on her big chest and she stroked my back.

At this point I was to tired to resist and to be honest it felt more soothing.

"You don't know Abram how much I want to be with you but that cunt Charlotte always came in between us but now she is no more, sorry for her. You and I can be together". Ariana said and lean forward to kiss me and I did not resist.

I wanted to remove the softness of her neck from my lips, that feels like sin and I am not a sinner.

But before she could kiss me, a shattering sound resonated in the room.

We both look at the door where the sound came from and my eyes burned with an instant anger.

Even in my drunken state, I couldn't help but hate her. I hate the way she looks at me, I hate everything about her, I hate the very existence of her.

I saw her eyes brimming with tears as she watched me and Ariana was about to kiss each otherand that is when the cup of coffee slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor.

Good for her, she should burn. He wants her to burn in his hatred, so she never forgets what she has done to him.

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Meera ~

Was he going to cheat on me with another woman? Is that how much he hates me? That he would not even be decent about the vows he took of our holy matrimony.

I glanced at the woman, no doubt she is beautiful with short blond hair, but is she shameful too? To come after a married man.

Oh god! Of course both of them are shameless.

I look back at Abram, my eyes asking for several question but in return he only smirked and bring Ariana upon his lap and massaged her exposed thigh.

My heart clenched painfully and a shallow breath escape from my lips, my feet stumbled. Seeing Abram with my sister was bad enough that now he is cheating on me.

My lips tremble and tears spilled from my eyes, begging before him to stop but he didn't he kept on touching that woman.

It is killing me. They both smirked at me. Before she could speak anything Abram spoke which shook her to the core.

"Ari, will you do me the honor and throw her out like you threw the garbage wrap from my office, so that we can get some privacy".

My heart pounded against my chest loudly as I stood there perplexed, did he really said that? I cannot believe he just compared me to a garbage.

Why Abram, Why? Why are you torturing me like this, wasn't calling me a whore enough, that now this.

My mind alerted as I saw the woman coming towards me with a wicked smile on her face, and pushed me out of the room, just like that, I landed on my butt.

Tears streamed down from my face, my chin quivering, once again I was thrown out of his room, humiliated.

But this time it hurt me, more than before because he disrespect me in front of someone else, again. He made me feel like literally garbage.

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I hope you all enjoy the chapter.

Love CeeCee.