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~"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
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
Meera~I was fourteen desperate to get away from my family with my mamma. Because I couldn't bear it anymore. My mother's pain, her screams her cries everything was painful. Father's brutality was getting out of hand. Sometimes he would hit me too, he hated the mere sight of me. I don't know what I did wrong, other than being born but I as far as I remember I have always tried my best to be like my sister. Like intelligent, I would starve myself so that I could lose my weight, I did everything but I could never satisfy him. He was an angel father to my sister, he never show her his real side to chaorlette. She never got to know his true colors. I was trapped in that house and I had to get out anyhow and that's when I met Raya. We bonded over trauma, she became my bestfriend, she became the part of our group. But she also fell in love with me. And I could never love her in that way. But desperation got the worst out of me, I knew she wanted to get away from her home too and she
Meera~"May I have a dance with you young lady? " I heard the voice that sent chill down my spine my heart thrummed inside my chest rapidly and I couldn't move a single muscle, I was frozen. I felt his dirty old hand stroking my arm, which made me feel as if bugs are crawling on my skin nothing like my husband's touch. Slowly I spun around and came face to face with the face I loath and hate more than anything in this world. He grinned with his yellow teeth "Uncle robert" I whispered his name and saw his eyes darkened "you will dance with me child? " He asked and I couldn't do anything. As if all my powers are snatched, and all the memories of my past rushed back in my mind and I looked around searching for my husband. I need him. My eyes landed on Abram and he was talking to some woman, laughing heartily. My heart broke, why did I even try to go away from him when he isn't even coming to me. My insides burn with jealousy , I want to drag that bitch away from my husband. God, I
Meera~"Your scream that's all I want to hear right now, pigeon"."Leave me" I uttered and a smirk formed on his mouth and a scream tore through my mouth as I found myself deep in water. I gasped for air and removed droplers of water from my eyes "Abram" I cried at his audacity. Fucking bastard. He chuckeked and dived in the pool drenching himself. Wgat has gotten into him. His gaze roamed over my body and suddenly I feel exposed even being fully clothed. I found myself involuntarily walking back with each step he took towards me with a Mission on his mind until my vack hit the cold railing of pool. His hard chest touched mine and a shaky breath escape from my mouth causing my breast to swell against his chest. "Abram" I whispered his name as he trailed his fingers on the swell of my breast and a small growl reverberated through his chest. The intensity of his hot gaze was causing sweet throbbing between my legs, I could feel warmth pooling in my panty. "This fucking bastard of
Meera~"Just because I am fucking her doesn't mean I will ruin my peaceful sleep at night, right, wife?"My eyes welled up, and I bit my lip hard to keep myself from crying in front of this obnoxious jerk who uttered those words.So, he can fuck me whenever he wants, but he can't ruin his peaceful sleep—yet he can ruin me?"Language, Abram," Mummy gritted out, and I glared at him, wishing I could wipe that smug look off his handsome, infuriating face.I heard a deep sigh and looked at Mummy; she seemed irritated. "You two are married, and now I have to teach you marriage rules," she said in a weary tone.Should I tell her that her grandson kicked me out of his bedroom on the very first night of our wedding? I glanced at him with spite. No—I would never let anyone know the sham of my marriage."I want both of you in the same room starting tomorrow. And I want no excuses. Clear your minds tonight, and tomorrow, Meera, I want you in his room," she declared, and I frowned. She can't just
Meera~ I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, a firm grip on my wrist yanked me back with force. My breath hitched as my back collided with his hard chest. His scent-masculine, expensive, intoxicating-surrounded me, making my head spin. "You think you can challenge me, sweetheart?" Abram's voice was low, dangerous, and entirely too enticing for my own good. I swallowed, keeping my chin high, refusing to cower under his intense gaze. "I don't think, Abram. I know." A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, his breath hot against my ear. "So my pigeon has Finally got wings" His fingers trailed down my arm, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. I scoffed, pretending my body wasn't betraying me "are you plotting another torture for me, dear husband? " I twisted my wrist, but he didn't let go. If anything, his grip tightened, his other hand coming to rest on my waist. "You are playing with my patience wife, be careful I might burn you in this game" h
Meera~I was in the air, waiting to die but then I felt it, his bulky arms around me hugging me closely as his dear life. So, I am really going to die in his arms, even if it is a dream. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him too, hugging him closer. "Open your eyes, baby".*Splash* my eyes jolt open as I fell in the ocean, drowning. But he was here, smiling and bubbles were coming out from our noses. His baby blue eyes held so much peace right now that I didn't care if I died today. It has to be a dream, a magical dream. The ocean water surrounded us, and my eyes widened as a small fish swam between us. I looked up at him with excitement as he was still holding my hand. And just like that we pulled ourselves up, baring ourselves to the atmosphere again, gasping for air. The blue water surrounding the entire Island was inviting me to explore its depths. "We will explore more but tomorrow" I heard and then I realized what just happened. It wasn't a dream and I didn't die. My
Meera~"You are never touching me without my permission". I seethed in hot burning rage. He looked hurt. Good, he deserves this. Because he has hurt me, if it were someone else on my place she would have left his pathetic being long ago. "Pigeon--"."Don't pigeon me" I gritted out, glaring at him. He got up from the floor and came towards me, taking my face between his palms. I turned my face to the side, because I don't even want to look at him. "Please look at me, I have a good reason for doing this" I look at him in disbelief. Is this man for real? God, why I was such a fool to fall in love with him. "Good reason, Abram? You fucking sent me to an unkown island, you injected me. You fucking betrayed me and you still have good reason for it. God you are an asshole".I backed away from him and pulled my legs to my chest, because right now I want to be far away from this man. "I know I was wrong, but I had no other option. If I would have told you would have never agreed to leave
Abram~Honey brown eyes stared at me, without any ounce of emotion. And I stared back. "So, you came for therapy because you are possessive of your wife?" The psychologist asked with astonishment in his voice. I nodded. "But women like it when their partners are possessive of them or are obsessed with them". He said as if it is the matter of fact. I don't know about other women but my madness is hurting my pigeon. It is distancing my wife away from me. "Just give me some damn pills doctor, so that I can stop myself from hurting my wife".He looked at me intently and opened his wrinkly mouth to say something. "What do you feel when you look into her eyes?" he asks and her amber pools flashed across my eyes, making me smile. "Peace" I said, without any hesitation, without any doubt. I was lost in her thoughts, in her smile, in her eyes, even in company of someone else, I cannot help but think only about my pigeon. My beautiful pigeon, my wife. "And what do you feel when you se
Meera~My head. It hurts, it hurts so bad as if someone ran a truck over it, and crushed it. I groaned in severe pain, and slowly opened my eyes causing the pain to only intensify. I look at the unfamiliar mirror celieng and my gaze darted to my sides, it was all unfamiliar. Where am I? I sat upright on the circle shape bed and glanced around again, it wasn't my room. Infact, none of the room in the mansion looks like this. My heart started to beat rapidly in pure terror, I clutch the satin sheets to my chest. Tears streamed down from my eyes and choked sobs escaped from my chest.All the memories rushed back in my mind and my whole body started to shake. He injected me. My own husband injected me. 'I don't want to, but I have to do this' his words echoed in my ears. "If you didn't wanted to, then why did you do this Abram".I screamed in the empty room, no one was here to listen to my cries. He wasn't here. He betrayed my trust. He betrayed me. "How could you do this, Abram"
Meera~A heavy weight pressed against my chest, causing slight discomfort. I open my eyes and look down only to found mass of brown hairs sprawled upon my chest. His arms were wrapped around my waist, soft warm breaths escaping from him. An involuntarily small smile formed on my face and I dip my hand in his wavy curls, combing my fingers through his silky locks. How can someone be so perfect? From head to toe, he is all beautiful. He groaned as I stopped my moments, causing me to chuckle. I put my hand in his hair again, stroking gently. This is the kind of morning I always dreamt of having with him. And now I am having it. Having all of, what I dreamt of. But still nothing feels right. Instead it feels like everything is going down hill. Last night, god last night was the first time I have seen him relentless that he lost control. He said, he is not in any pain but I know him better. He misses him mom, and I can do nothing to bring her back. I know his possessiveness for me
Abram~"Papa".My palms are clenched into a tight fist, my nose flaring, heart beating fast. I could feel the heat emetting from my body. My eyes were stuck on the man sitting on wheelchair, his blue eyes staring back at me, as if seeing my soul. I watch my wife kissing on his burnt cheek, as if she is not disgusted. God, he is so ugly and disgusting. I need to take my wife away from him, or he will contaminate my pigeon with his ugliness.My wife should stay far away from ugliness. "Abram--" I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard mummy's voice. My jaw grounded. How could she bring him here? "I want him out of my home, right away".Mummy came in front of me, and my heart thrummed painfully as I noticed weariness on her face. My Mummy is getting old."He is sick" she said, her voice croked and my jaw clenched further. I don't want my mummy to cry, I can't see her cry. "I am paying for care, ain't I?" I ask, my gaze moved on him again. Anger surged inside me as I saw my wife talki
Meera~I arch up a little and placed a kiss on his adam's apple, making he groan, which made me giggle. I was still in his arms, as he strode towards the car, as fast as he could. "You really want to have me tonight, don't you? " I ask while trailing kisses up to his sharp chiseled jaw. His grip on me tightened and a low growl rumble through his chest. "Don't tempt me to take you here, on this very concerte. Or you want yourself on the headlines tommorow? News Flash : Mrs. Oberoi got all messy as her husband banged her".I slapped on his chest, feigning anger but I know the truth. The man who doesn't even like my hair up, because it shows my neck, will never exhibit me, even if I would ever want to. He opened the car door and settled me on the passanger's seat, buckling the seatbelt securing me. I watched as he hastily put on his own seatbelt, but failed. I chuckeled and leaning over his side, I buckled seat belt for him. "Don't be such a despo, honey" I mocked and he coughed,
Meera~I stirred in my sleep, and opened my eyes groggily. I could feel the dry burning itchiness in my eyes. I sat upright, and groaned in discomfort, as I felt my back and neck aching sore. I slept on the floor, against this door last night. My room was dark, just like my life. Usually, I would wake up early and pull up the blinds of our room. But this wasn't our room, this is my room and I no longer have energy to do anything. I feel low. I feel like all the loving passionate touches, all those firey words, all the time when we slept together, vanished into thin air and we are back to zero.I blinked back the tears that I thought I emptied last night by crying. But I guess god has instilled a dam inside my eyes that I can cry all the time. I sighed tiredly and got up from the floor, my feet sore but the cold tiles started to awake my body slowly. I was about to walk towards the bathroom when I felt something unusual. I frowned and slowly turn around. Yesterday, I decided to s
Meera~"Who were you with, pigeon? " I frowned, all my excitement to meet him after this whole day and missing him, vanished as soon as he spoke in a harsh way. "If you will ask in that tone, I won't tell" I said, keeping my voice from trembling. He has done so many brutal things to me yet today is the first time I am feeling hurt. His tone, I didn't like it. My heart, it is not linking it. Maybe my heart has gotten used to his gentleness. "Answer the damn question" I flinched at his angry voice. My eyes brimmed with tears. I watched as he got up and marched towards me. Will he slap me? No, please no. I won't be able to forgive him, I won't be able to bear it now.I clutched the paperbag in my hand tightly, as he gripped on my arms, dugging his fingertips in my flesh. Glaring at me with mad anger. "You went out with that bastard Ian didn't you?"I look at him shocked. How did he know that I was with Ian? Did he stalked me? "Were you stalking me Abram? And don't you ever fucki