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 ~"Mark my words, Meera you will be my slut in no time".I hurriedly climbed upon the stairs, without looking back, I directly went into my room and shut the door behind me and locked it from inside. I walked towards bathroom and started to scrub my hands where he laid his filthy hands on mine. His voice, still ringing in my head. How can be he so disgusting and shameful? I am his fucking sister in law, how could he do this to me. Didn't he care about Abram, then why did he do this to me. Fucking bastard. I scrubbed out his touch until my skin turned red and finally I dropped the loofah from my hand on the floor. Tears streamed down from my eyes, and a sob wreck through my chest. I feel disgusting. Should I tell Abram? Yes, I should definitely tell Abram, about what his brother did and said to me. He will definitely do something. Atleast he will protect me from him, because I am afraid, what Ethan may do to me next. I have a gut feeling that he is going to harm me. And th
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
Abram~'I kneaded the dough, for the creamy pie we are to about to make. My wife has given me, this task to knead the dough smoothly. "You are taking too much time, Abram" I heard her voice, and look at my side, where she was standing with a spatula in her hand. "I am trying, alright. I want the dough to be perfect" I said and added more chocolate syrup. I felt her coming towards me, and snatched the bowl from me, but my reflexes were unfortunate that the chocolate syrup squirted out from the bottle. Landing on her face.I look at her wide eye, her face covered in chocolate. A chuckle left from my mouth and I bit on my palm to stop myself. But the moment she glared at me, my chuckle turned into laughter and then suddenly I too was covered in chocolate. We both looked at each other and laughed, our laughter reverbrating in the kitchen.We laughed, until tears flowed from our eyes'. *My eyes shot open, and I felt a real tear rolled down from my left eye and grin formed on my fac
Meera~"YOU ARE MY WIFE" he growled against my face, I cupped his face and looked at him in astonishment.He held me, and a I pulled him, placing my lips against him warm ones. We didn't move, as if everything froze, time ceased as my lips met his. I grab the back of his head and caressed his temple making him slowly open his mouth and I locked our lips. Sealing them together. Breathing. I feel like this is the first time I am breathing. I felt warm liquid trickling down on my cheeks, and I realized it was his tears. He is crying. He is crying because of me. I retrieved back, but he pulled me back and slammed his lips against mine. Taking my hand in his, he put it on his heart and I gasped in his mouth, because his heart, it was beating so fast that I feared he might have an attack. He withdrew his lips and rested his forehead against mine "don't ever stop kissing me, pigeon". He murmered. "Make love to me" I said against his mouth. Without thinking twice I claimed his lips,
Meera~"Today was Charlotte's birthday but you killed my daughter and now celeberating your birthday. I wish you had died in her place".I fisted my hands, trying to prevent myself from sobbing. Do they really think I am celeberating? I don't even like my birthday. But I didn't know Abram was planning, until this beautiful black dress arrived. And this is the first time, my birthday is being celeberated. There is someone, who thinks I shouldn't die. Someone who wants to see me alive. Even if for pretense, someone still sees me for me. "God, I hate your pathetic face" he spat and I flinched at his harsh tone. He raised his hand, and about to land it against my cheek, like always. I close my eyes, waiting for the slap. But it never happened. I watch in shock as my husband punched on my father's face and the old man staggers backward, falling on his ass on the marbled floor. A gasp escaped from mama's mouth and she rushed to help him. I looked at my husband agape, his nose flaring,
Meera~I looked at stars in the dark sky. They are barely any, today. They were dim, there weren't any shine in them. I wish I could give them some light, so that moon doesn't snatch their identity. But it can't be possible, because moon is only one, but stars are countless. Moon doesn't need anyone to make it shine. "Happy Birthday Lottie". I smiled at the moon, my sister would have been 27 today, if she were alive. But--" Happy Birthday" . I heard an awkward voice of my husband and I slowly look at him, he was standing, in front me. He didn't meet my eyes, because just like me he was also looking at sky. I didn't say anything and averted my gaze from his face. "I love stars, they light up everything" He said and I frowned at him, getting defensive for my theory. "No. Noone loves them" I said. "I don't know about others, pigeon but I love them. Because everyone can claim the moon. And stars they are millions, and you choose one yourself and it becomes yours forever. "He s
Meera~"Wake up, please".I whispered, my hands gently stroking his soft brown locks, fingers caressing his warm cheek. Three days ago, that dreadful night became the worst day of my life. When I saw him lying in the pool of blood, heavily injured, I swear I felt my soul leaving me. I never felt what fear was until I saw him in that situation. And now he hasn't opened his eyes in three days and it's wrecking me. It pains me to see him like this. Not able to see his beautiful eyes, or hear his voice.I kissed on his fractured hand, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I look back to see who it was and my eyes hardened. "What are you doing here, Davin?""I am sorry, please forgive me" He pleaded, sadness looming over his grey eyes and it hurts to see my best friend like this. He tried to grab my hand but I backed away before he could touch me. A sad sigh escape from his lips and he started to bite on his nails, a habit when he is nervous. "Meera, I love you, I care for you but you
Meera~Judgement. That is something I always feared, always felt defenseless against judgement.And right now I could feel him judging me, the way his eyes are drilling holes in the back of my head. But he has no right to judge me, when he himself does bad things. I still remember how he beat up Ian that day. Last night, he held me in his arms and I spent the whole night sleeping on his lap. My cheeks heated up, at the memory of the morning when I found myself on his lap and he was already staring at me. He didn't sleep. I don't know where he got this obsession of continuously staring at me, when he abhored the fact that I even existed. And his care, his touchiness is giving me hopes, hopes of him loving me. But I know they are going to shatter because he will never love me. And not after seeing my real fae that night. I spun around and found him already looking at me. There was no judgement in his blue pools. That I feared. Just the emotion that I don't want to acknowlege.
Meera~"Calm my mind? Why don't you just say that my presence is suffocating you? That I am ruining the precious sleep of your nights and you just want me away from you".I knew it, my yesterday's action would damage our already broken relationship. God, he doesn't even want to be near me anymore. What have I done? I ruined everything. I pleaded him through my eyes, because I don't want to be away from him, not anymore. A yelp of pain escape from my mouth as he yanked my hair and twisted them in his hold, my scalp burned. He pressed his nose against mine, breathing hard, his grip thightened and a lone tear escape from my eye. "Put this straight in your skull pigeon, that neither you are going away from me, nor I am sending you away". He said, his lips meeting mine, but he didn't kiss just breathed on them. My body tingled at his burning touch. " Your best-friend wanted to spend his birthday with you and you are going, that is final" He said, his lips skimming on my neck. My he
Abram~Cold. The coldness of her absence in my arms felt chilling in the warm morning. The warm sunrays peeked through blinds but all I could feel was bitterly cold. Doesn't she like being in my arms? While I crave to be in hers all the time even when she never held me in her arms. I tilted my head slightly and sighed as the right side of the bed was empty, but it was wrinkled, the clear evidence that she was indeed here, slept in my arms all night. Soon wife, soon you will love sleeping beside me instead of leaving me as if I am some whore you spent night with. The bathroom door clicked open and she walked out wrapped in white plush towel like a cute bunny. Her eyes met mine, and she took a deep breath, clutching the towel tightly, as if trying to save herself from my heated gaze. I smirked as her round cheeks reddened. My gaze followed her as she disappeared in the closet and then eternity later she peeked out of the door, only to let out a curse, as her eyes met mine. I p
Meera~"I am engaged to Abram, Meera. It's time for you to go away, darling".She flashed the big diamond and I could feel my heart shattering piece by piece, bleeding in process. My chin wobbled as silent tears flowed from my eyes. " Meera--" I heard his voice and I got up from the floor, and walking inside I grabbed the flower vase and smashed it across her head. "Meera--" I didn't listen to him, not anymore. I grabbed her hair and twisted the bloody locks in my hand, I banged her head on the wall again and again. "He is my husband, only mine".Her painful screams filled in the room as she cried in pain. I brought her face closer to mine, blood dripping from her head. "He is mine" I spat on her face, and grabbing her hand I stared at the diamond ring in disdain, he gave this to her. He broke our marriage.I tried to pull out the ring from her finger, but as if it was stuck, it didn't come out "he will never be yours" I screamed while tears flowed from my eyes. I snapped her fi