“I will make the dinner, no need for takeaway.”
Abram was surprised when Myra offered to cook dinner instead of food takeaway, which made him smile even broader; however, what he didn’t know was that Myra was dead nervous as if she was going on a mission, and to divert her mind, she offered to cook.
Abram sat on the couch in the living room, reminiscing the time they used to have dinner together. It’s been more than 2 years since he ate food prepared by her, and he was looking forward to savoring her taste again. Gradually things were working on their own for Abram, and he felt it was not the time for him to talk about the past and spoil their present.
He closed his eyes, moaning silently after tasting her food. He couldn’t help but say out, “It’s amazing,” to wh
“Please, please, no!" Myra screamed in newfound dread, shaking her head violently.Heeding no attention to her resistance, Abram continued to leave kisses over her neck and collar bone. Feeling the remnant of her clothes as an obstacle, he tears them before planting another kiss on her bra-clad swell. She used every ounce of her energy to push him, only for him to kiss her with fervor. When he loosened his hold on her wrists to unzip his trousers, she punched, but it only aggravated the already raging desire.Since the day Abram tasted Myra in his apartment, it was turning strenuous for him to stay away from her, and after learning the truth of her innocence, he had to put up every resistance for the sake of earning her forgiveness and trust. But something snapped inside him when he learned his naive wife was ready to escape him. Fear like never before ar
Abi,By the time you get this letter, I would have already left this place. I wanted to meet you before leaving, but I didn’t have the heart to face you and make you feel more miserable. I know you are going through many things, and seeing me every day makes it worse for you. I wish I could help you, but I need to gather myself with everything that has happened.I don’t blame you for what happened to me. Yes, I was hurt and found myself asking why Ruby aunty did what she did to me? Why did she go to such an extent? What did she gain? But one look at her paled face now, and I found myself forgiving her.That day you said you would forgive your mother once you earn mine and Myra’s forgiveness. I’m lessening your burden, and I forgive Ruby Aunty from the bott
We will find a way out of this.When Abram heard Sharon say, he couldn’t help but barge into the room, and when he saw Myra holding hands or hiding behind Elijah, he decided to prepare the legal document as soon as possible. He was sure Ronan would come in handy in this regard too. When he confessed to Elijah he would take care of Myra, he was nothing but sincere. However, deep down, he was afraid Myra would lookout for options to get away from his clutches.He knew what he was doing was wrong, but every accused was given a second chance, and in his case, he too was a victim of his mother’s game. He needed Myra’s trust just once, and he would swear he would take a bullet for her or their unborn child.He waited patiently for Myra to settle on the bed, and once he was sure she was com
Myra was surprised when she saw Abram ringing the bell instead of using the keys to open it. A moment later, a woman in her forties opened the door and greeted them.“Did Ronan give you the details?” he asked but failed to notice Myra still at the threshold.“Yes, Sir,” came her curt reply.“This is my wife whom you would be taking ca—” he abruptly stopped when he followed the woman’s gaze and found Myra still standing outside.“Myra,” he said, walking towards her and added, “this is Ann, your caretaker.”“I don’t need anyone since I won’t—”Abram interrupted her and faced A
When Myra woke up, she found herself to be alone, and the other side of the bed was cold, meaning Abram had woken a while ago. She was still in a daze, thinking about how she ended up in his apartment, but what could she do? This was her biggest chance. Knowing how stubborn Abram was when he wanted to be, she had to take the bait. Either suffer for three months with him or get stuck with him for a longer time. Not to forget, with the birth of the baby, it will be more difficult to get out of his claws. I only have to survive for three months with him, she told herself. She took a deep breath to start the day with a mission. A mission to not get influenced by him, a mission not to let him manipulate her already messed up hormones. “It shouldn’t be difficult. The worst has passed; he said he won’t touch me,” she murmured to herself while taking a shower. When she turned the shower off and was looking for clothes, at that moment, it struck her. Her clothes. She didn’t know she would
“And your return gift is ready," Myra replied with excitement that confused Abram, who could help look at his beaming wife from head to toe.Unfazed by the lack of any change in her, he marched towards her with his burning desire. grabbing her by her waist and said, “I know you are always ready for me, baby,"Before Myra could grasp or react, he pulled her closer and smashed his lips over her parted ones. Taken aback at first, she melted with the kiss but soon, she was brought to her senses when her hands holding the gift trembled. The more she tried to pull away and talk, the more he deepened the kiss. Reading her intent to break the kiss, he grabbed the nape of her neck and entered his tongue into her. It was only when Myra bit his lips did he break the kiss in surprise.
When Abram went out, Myra sprinted into action and immediately locked the door. She went back to the closet and retrieved the box. Her fingers acted on her own, and she found herself opening the lid against her nagging conscience. She inhaled deeply when she found the pictures and the messages still intact. To her horror, the empty packet of condoms used that night was still enclosed in the last box. “He still kept it with him; why?" she asked no one. “Maybe by mistake, it was left behind. What was I even thinking that He had kept it as a souvenir?" she mentally slapped herself for letting a mere memory cloud her rationality. Keeping the box back in its place, Myra pulled the clothes out that Abram got for her. Pink! “He thinks buying clothes in my favorite color will make him win. Keep dreaming," she said, caressing the soft cloth. When she came out of the room, she found Abram sipping his tea while scrolling through his phone. Hearing her footste
Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know.That something wasn't right here?Oh baby, baby, I shouldn't have let you go.And now you're out of sight, yeah.Show me how to want it to be.Tell me, baby, 'cause I need to know now, oh because.My loneliness is killing me (and I).I must confess I still believe (still believe).When I'm not with you, I lose my mind.Give me a sign.Hit me, baby, one more time.