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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
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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
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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
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Meera ~LonelyThat's what I felt when he retreated his lips away from me, as if my touch has burnt him. I slowly Opened my closed lids and my heart raced at the look in his eyes. Something which I have never seen before. Feral. A glimmer of desire, passion as if he has seen me, really seen me for the First time. My lips trembeled and eyes brimmed with fresh tears, I forwarded my hand to touch his face, wanting to kiss him again. But he backed away and my heart sank in my chest as his eyes hardened and the fire, the desire got replaced with something else. Sonething which broke me. Disgust. Thats what he is feeling. "I --" I couldn't speak, words got Stuck and felt heavy, suffocating me. "It was a mistake, a weak moment" He spoke his voice hard. I bit my lip preventing myself from sobbing. How could I even think that he would kiss me happily. No we are not happy couple and I should be disgusted for wanting my sisters lover. "Ahem" My eyes widened when I heard the intruders Voi
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Meera~ I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, her words slicing through my chest like shards of broken glass. My fingers trembled as I clutched the empty tray, forcing a polite smile on my face. "Apologies, Mummy," I murmured, my voice soft, almost breaking. "I'll keep that in mind." Abram sat silently beside her, his expression cold, detached, as though her insult had no impact. He didn’t even glance at me. That hurt more than her words ever could. "You can leave now," she said, waving me off like I was an insignificant maid. I nodded, backing away carefully, then turning on my heels to escape the suffocating air of the room. My vision blurred with unshed tears, but I blinked them away. Not now. Not in front of her. In the kitchen, I set the tray down with trembling hands and gripped the edge of the counter, trying to calm myself. My breath came in short gasps as the tears finally fell, but I refused to sob aloud. I couldn’t risk them hearing me. Her words echoed in my min
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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 ~ 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
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