Meera ~"I have invited some of my friends over, make sure everything is perfect" He said, in a deadly calm voice and I understand the underlying threat in his order. And I can't beat to defy him anymore, because he has something which can ruin me more than in front of the whole world. I meekly nodded and walked out from his study to my room, to get ready for today. I have so much prepare and do. After showering, I wore comfy cotton shorts and a loose t-shirt, braiding my hairs and putting my flip flops on, I walked out of my room and went towards the kitchen. Today I decided to make Italian alfredo cheese pasta along with garlic bread, with my signature Tiramisu. People envy my cooking because at such a young age I can cook better than anyone. And that too delicious food. I don't know where time went while cooking, but it was done finally and its time for me doll up and look presentable for tonight. I took a short but a shower with fragrance , so that I don't smell and Abram d
Abram ~I threw the files on the table and rubbed my temple, as migraine started to erupt inside my veins like, a hot volcano. "I will get the right file, sir" I heard the timid voice of my manager and glared at him "Why the fuck do you think, I have enough time just to check which file is wrong and which is correct, huh?" I seethed. "I am sorry sir, please forgive me, I will get the right file right away" He said and I banged my fist on the table " Just get the fuck out and one more mistake , and you will be fired" I gritted out at him, making him cast his eyes down in fear. "I am so sorry, sir" He apologized again, and walked out of my cabin. I sat on my chair and rubbed my temple. First at home, I have to deal with that bitch of my wife, and now at office with these, careless employee. And this fucking migraine, I am fucking sick of everything. She has made sick of everything. Her face, the amber of her eyes, her everything irks me and burns me to no extent. Her innocent faca
Meera ~" She took my Abram away, mama. She took my Abram away from me. I hate her, I hate her, I hope she dies, I wish she dies. I want to kill her, -- I want to kill her"I killed her, my curse came out to be true, I killed my sister, she is dead because of me. I snatched everyone's happiness, I snatched her from everyone. I snatched her from him, and took her place. I deserve what happened to me. I deserve every ounce of his hatred. I touched my gauze covered forehead, and a tear left from the corner of my eyes. If not for Usher, those dogs would have killed me and eat, but wouldn't that be convinient, it's not that I am wanted. My parents hate me, my husband loathe me. I wish you were here Charlotte, I wish you were here to take care of Abram. He has changed, I have changed him, he is burning in his hatred for me. I know he is not at peace. He is hurting his soul to hurt me. And I couldn't save him, because I am the sole reason he is ruined. "Pegion--" My heart skipped a beat
Meera ~"What the fuck have you done, Abram? " I blinked my eyes and watch, Derek marching towards my husband. I look at Abram, who was stood there mum, emotionlessly, as if he didn't regret what he has just done. "You have no saying in what happens, between a husband and wife, Derek. Stay out of this" I heard him and watching him walking out my room, like nothing happened. "I am sorry, Meera, he is not a right state is of mind, you don't deserve this" A sad chuckle escape from my mouth, at what Derek said. A man who is not my husband is feeling sorry for me, he thinks I don't deserve this. Maybe this is what I deserve, because my pain is nothing in what Abram is going through. Derek is right, Abram is not in his right state of mind, he is going through loss of his love, he is in grief. I touch my cheek again and my eyes brimmed with tears again, but I can't shake off the fact that he slapped me. He had abused me, something that is so unusual to expect. I have seen this scene h
Abram ~She has always been like this, staring at me, whenever I will be with Charlotte, I always found something unusual about her. "Meera fucking James" I whispered her name, and it felt like venom on my tongue, she was the popular slut of our school. No doubt she is the beauty, who doesn't even know she is beautiful, but she is a lethal vicious woman, behind that innocent facade. How could someone kill their own blood and not feel even an ounce of guilt for it. If not for my family, I would have never married the murderer of my best friend. Cops said it was an accident, but I know better, that what my wife had done in her jealousy. I regretted the day, I met her for the first time. I gritted my teeth, when the scene from last night rushed back into my mind, fuck. I can't help but her small whimphers, the softness of her skin encites me.And that mole, that fucking mole always gets on my nerves, my teeth always want to bite that mole. I was so drunk last night, that I lost my
Meera ~"I didn't know, you had a violent kink, brother". I heard an unfamiliar manly voice and footsteps striding inside the kitchen. Abram released his grip from my pinned hands, and I saw his demeanor changed in a moment. A hearty chuckle left from his throat and he hugged a tall man in white shirt and sky blue pants. His blonde hair was tied up in a loose bun, he peeked over and looked at me, from Abram's shoulder. His striking blue eyes, shining and then he winked at me. My eyes widened in shock and coughed a little to hide the blush creeping upon my cheeks. "Ethan, how was your trip, brother? " Abram asked him in a loose manner, he looked at ease. Oh, so he is Ethan, though I have never met him before but all I know is that he is Abram's step- brother. "Oh, it was fine, I just arrived and thought to stop by, to meet my sister in law" Ethan said, and then walked towards me. He stopped in front of me and flashed me a beautiful smile, and forwarded his hand toward me "Hello,
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~"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