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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
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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
Last Updated : 2025-02-09My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Dirty
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
Last Updated : 2025-02-15My Husband's Vengeful Hatred My Meera
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
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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
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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
Last Updated : 2025-02-20My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Forgotten
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
Last Updated : 2025-02-22My Husband's Vengeful Hatred I am sorry
Abram~"You might have forgotten Charlotte, Abram but I didn't".I threw flower vase against the wall causing it to shatter into pieces, making the flowers to crumble just like me as her words echoed in my ear. How fucking dare she. Her ambers, those fucking ambers, they scream emotion which I feel so deeply. "Charlotte"My eyes blurred as I whispered the name of the woman who was supposed to be my wife, with whom I was supposed to spend my life time with. But she is dead, buried beneath six feet of soil. She is no more here, her warm smile her sparkly blue eyes, her sweetness nothing is here. I can't feel her, but I feel her. My wife, I feel her in me all the time, she is fire and flesh that engulf me yet never burns me. "You might have forgotten Charlotte, Abram but I didn't".Her words echoed again and again, but I couldn't bring myself to regret touching her. No, I haven't forget Charlotte I can never. But my present has blurred my past, and Charlotte was my past and Meera
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Third person pov~A tear trickeled down from her brown eyes, as she saw the seen unfolding in front of her. She has seen this before, decades ago. She saw two hearts suffering, withering in pain but she couldn't help them, because they will have to figure it out themselves. She won't interfare again, but she swore she would protect them with all her might. She won't let history repeat again. She should have known that her family is bound to sufffering, and unfortunately she can't even prevent it. But she won't let them fall apart. She will make sure they hold each other's hand by the end of the day. ***Meera~I wiped my eyes for the tenth time now but these damn won't just stop. I curled up and hugged the pillow which has his essence on it. My whole body wrecked as sob after sob rip through my chest, my tears wetting the pillow. His absence in the room is feeling heavy, my body is feeling cold because he hasn't touched me for hours now. I haven't seen him for hours, and my h
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Abram~I drove off, away from her but my mind still lingered at her sad face that kept on flashing across my eyes. She looked so happy while holding the baby, so serene and at peace. And I know at that moment what she wanted but I can't fulfill her that wish, ever. I won't let any baby come between us, she can play with my nephew and nieces for all she wants but at the end I want her as completely mine. No hinderance. I sighed and the phone blared, I frowned as my gaze fell upon the phone on the passanger's seat. It was Meera's phone. Such a careless woman. I glanced at the time in my watch, fuck I was already late for the field trip but she also can't go without her phone either. 'No, fucker you can't go without talking to her'. I scoffed at my mind. I rolled the steering wheel and took a sharp u-turn and drove towards my home. I grabbed her cell and got out of the car. Whistling my way inside the home, I frowned as I saw a familiar car of mom. I hurriedly pushed open the ga
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Meera~Warmth.A steady, firm heat pressed against my back, an arm draped protectively over my waist, fingers lightly resting on my stomach as if afraid to let go. A slow, rhythmic rise and fall of a chest against me, and the sound of deep, even breathing filled the quiet room.Abram.My eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a few moments, I just lay there, unmoving, trying to piece together the remnants of the night before.I looked at him, and my heart skipped a beat. His hair was falling over his forehead, and he was exuding innocence.I raised my hand to push away the hair and stare at him all day, but I refrained.Did he bring me here to his bed? But why? He doesn’t like sleeping with me in the same bed. And then, piece by piece, I realized—nightmare.No. Terror filled me, and I tried to move away from his hold. But as soon as I moved, his grip tightened, pulling me closer. A low, sleepy groan rumbled from his chest, his lips ghosting
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Meera~He gently rolled my hard nipple under his thumb, and a soft, low moan escaped from my throat. He was still on my chest, trailing his fingers over my arm, planting feathery kisses on my chest.My hand itched to run my fingers through his mass of brown wavy curls, but I restrained myself from doing it because that would mean I had lost control when I had not.Control is the only power I have right now, in me. Even though the thread of control is wearing out with each passing day.I don't want to control myself; I want to lose myself in his touch, but I can't. And that's a fucking tragedy.Suddenly, a thunderstorm boomed, lighting up the whole sky, and my body convulsed, earning a low chuckle from him.I tried to push him away, but this beast of a man only forced his body down on mine."Abram, we need to leave," I said, but he just groaned in response and tightened his hold around my body."It's an abandoned road; we can't stay here any longer," I said through gritted teeth. He si
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Abram~The silence hung in the thick air, suffocating me. I loosened the tie around my neck and opened two buttons with a single hand.None of us spoke as I drove the car in eerie silence. My grip tightened around the steering wheel as her words from earlier echoed in my ears like venom."You are free to hurt me, but do it without this facade, without this pretense."The weight of her words settled in my chest like lead. I wanted to argue, to tell her she was wrong, but I knew better.The city lights blurred past the windshield, neon reflections casting fractured colors across her face. She sat beside me, staring out the window, arms wrapped around herself as if shielding herself from an invisible storm.A storm that is me.I stole a glance at her—at the way her fingers trembled ever so slightly against the fabric of her dress. She wasn't crying, but the silence between us was louder than any scream.The pain in her voice still cut deep.Does she really think I am pretending to be gen
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Meera~I paced back and forth in the room as anxiety clawed its way inside me. I was supposed to feel good, happy, but I felt as if something inside me was breaking.I felt so guilty for liking my own husband's touch, for liking his gentleness towards me.I clutched my hair tightly as silent tears streamed down my face."No, Meera, you can't do this. You have to control," I said to myself and started to take deep breaths.But as if all my self-talk vanished into thin air.I strode towards the bathroom and plunged three fingers deep down my throat. I vomited all the contents out of my stomach.I collapsed onto the cold bathroom floor, my body trembling as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My throat burned, my stomach clenched painfully, but nothing compared to the agony twisting inside me.I wrapped my arms around myself as if that could hold me together, as if I wasn't already breaking apart.Why am I like this? Why can't I just be normal?I should have felt happy with the li
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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
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Little punk
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
