The next day’s sun rose with the brightest and coolest rays in sync with the previous night’s passion shared by two souls. Myra laid on her stomach, completely naked unaware of the daybreak. Her hips and chest were partially covered with a quilt, her hair gliding with the wind over her bareback. A moan escaped her lips, and she shivered slightly with the morning cool breeze making her eyes flutter.
Although her eyes felt heavy to even blink, her other senses were high alert. She could hear the bird chirping outside the windows. She could smell a familiar masculine cologne, her body covered with goosebumps with the presence of someone familiar, and her heart beating rapidly on its own accord.
That’s when her brain registered her surroundings and could recollect the passionate last night with someone who wanted to divorce her for an unknown reason.
How? When? Why? She mentally slapped herself, but then she couldn’t hide the contentment. She felt as if she was complete now; she couldn’t stop but feel happy again. Why? Why does she feel like falling in love again?
Though her body ached deliciously, she couldn’t be more content with the sweet pain between her legs.
She opened her eyes and shut them immediately with the harshness of the light. However, in a split second, she caught a silhouette of a strong back. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Abram standing near the open window, only in his trouser. As his back was towards her, she couldn’t make out his expression or his thoughts at that moment.
Tucking her loose strand behind her ear, she slowly got up, covering herself with the quilt. It felt absurd to cover herself when there was no part of her last night that he hadn’t seen before.
“I see you are still the whore you were back then," his words broke her little dream she just thought of. Myra’s breath halts with his words.
He didn’t mean that, right? She thought, gaping at his back, but his following sentence made her gasp in despair.
“A desperate woman like you, who can sleep with her ex-husband, can no wonder whore around any men." He said while turning towards her with no remorse.
Myra felt her world just scattered in front of her, and she couldn’t do anything to save it. The hurt that welled up in her eyes started streaming down her cheeks. She started breathing heavily as if his words were choking her and she felt suffocated by his intense glare. With the hard slap of humiliation, she clutched the quilt closer to her chest.
He started menacingly walking towards her and said, “I did the right thing by divorcing you."
He halted and stood near her. Wiping her tears, he asked with a smirk, “ How much do you charge for a night?"
“Oh, now you can’t talk? Last night you were screaming my name like a slut, enjoying every bit of pleasure I was giving. I never knew you were a sex hunger kitten."
She hurriedly lowered her gaze, seeing the ferocity of disgust his eyes held for her. She clutched the quilt tightly and crawled back. As if the words were not enough to cause her agony, his stare magnified the pain. Abram leaned near the bedside drawer and took out something before saying;
“Here! Take extra 200 bucks for the sake of our old times." He roughly grabs her palm and shovels the currency into her hand.
With that, something broke inside her. Myra was panting while her trembling hands were tightly holding the quilt. She swallows the lump of humiliation while staring at the money in her palm. After he tricked her into an abortion, she vowed never to cry in front of her husband, but what he said just now shattered her soul beyond repair. Her quivering body and hollow eyes didn’t hide the agony she felt at that very moment. “I am sorry for everything," she whispered in a cracked voice.
“Do I look like I care for your apology? I am going to the bathroom, and I don’t want to see your face when I am back. Show yourself out, now!"
Myra flinched. To muffled her threatening sob, she pulled her lips inward and cowered deeper into the bed. Without giving a second glance at her shattered form, Abram walked away inside the bathroom.
As soon as he slammed the bathroom door shut, he walked towards the sink. Till now, he was controlling his fury.
How can I lose control? How can I make love to her, after what all she did to me? Why do her tears make my chest hurt? Why do I feel guilty about seeing her broken? Abram thought.
“Shit! Dammit!" he snarled, punching the mirror continuously.
She can move around like a slut in my absence, and if I called her one, she felt hurt? What a hypocrite. He growled mentally, recollecting how seductive she looked last night and what that asshole was commenting on her, making him lose his cool.
Only he knows how he controlled himself, seeing Myra looking hot in his bed with just a quilt around. Her flawless skin marked all over with his hickey provoking him to take her again. It took all his self-control to mask his arousal for her while spewing the insult to her. He was not angry at her, he was mad at himself for still letting her control his emotions for her, and he vented that on her. Unknown to him, his act shattered her.
Opening the shower faucet, he let the cold water subside his fury. His arm on its own accord went to his shaft and started rubbing, recollecting the seductress sitting on his bed. He knew he crossed the line and shouldn’t have vented on her. Her kissable lips, quivering, were distracting him. The purplish mark on her neck made the possessive bastard inside him smirk in triumph.
Once his anger subsided, he was thinking of apologizing to her if his ego lets him or at least drop her at her home as the place was a little far from the city; however, when he came out, he saw the room was empty. When he glanced around, he noticed there was a note on the bedside drawer. Rushing towards it, he grabbed it hurriedly.
“You did the right thing by divorcing a whore," A small spot on the note grabbed his attention—a tear stain.
He grabbed whatever cloth he could get hold of in a hurry and rushed out of the house as he felt something was not right; something terrible would happen.
“Fuck, Fuck," he growled, seeing the corridor empty. She was not carrying her phone and her dress; it could make any man go wild for her. The apartment was situated near the city outskirts, and there were no means of transport.
He descended the stairs at a hurried pace and jogged towards the parking lot.
“Fuck, Myra, after all these months staying away from you, you still could make me worry for you," he said to no one while starting his car.
To add to his frustration, it started raining heavily. He was just out of the main gate when he noticed a small figure clomping in the distance. He knew who it was and immediately sighed in relief.
Thank God, he whispered.
However, his relief didn’t last for long when a car stopped near her, and the next second she was gone.
Myra was staring out of the window at the steady and dreary rain while her companion, driving the car, chose to remain silent, seeing her blank expression. He knew whatever she faced affected her deeply, and the disheveled look couldn’t deny his dread.Elijah signed, looking at her defeated form, and he knew even if he asked her, she would not utter a single word. That’s how Myra was. Anything that bothered her, she would not immediately say it out, whether it was her anger or her pain. She always kept it to herself, and once it reached her saturation point, she burst out.You are the best thing that happened to me. The best thing about you is your soul. It’s pure.I did the right thing by divorcing a whore like you.She laughed bitterly, thinking about how Abram’s view changed about her in just two years. Elijah could see; although her face was blank, her eyes were full of sorrow which she had been controlling.He was shocked when he saw her walking on a de
‘Shock’ was evident on Myra’s pale face.How can it be possible? She thought while looking at Abram, who didn’t notice her till now.He was wearing a crisp white shirt along with gray pants and a blue tie. He ditched his coat, indicating he was mid of something and had joined the meet in haste. Being 5.11 tall, lean built with toned forearms, he was visible to people even at the farthest corner of the room.He still didn’t lose his charm, she thought.There was a round of applause resonating inside the conference room, and the moment Abram was turning around in their direction, Myra immediately hid behind Elijah. Since the room was filled with more than 100 employees, Abram failed to notice three pairs of eyes with shock marred all over them.“Good Afternoon, Team. It’s good to see you all. You can call me Abram. I don’t believe in formalities. I am a man of few words, so I would directly come to the point. I believe in hard work and sincerity. I expect nothing bu
Mrs. Abram Aly, get your ass back on the bed right now.No.Are you disobeying me?Maybe.Oh, I will give you two options, move your ass or…Or?Or pray that when I catch you, I go easy on you.We shall see.Oh, you have no idea how much you are turning me on, my catty.Let go of me, Mr. Aly.Oh, my Persian pussy, never I would let you go.You are so gross.What? I was calling you a cat.************************“Mr. Aly, can you let me go?" Myra said with no emotions, although her stomach fluttered with the familiar warmth and hold.Embarrassed at being caught staring at Myra, he cleared his throat and let go of her. However, without giving a second thought the next second, he blurted out, “What are you doing here?"She wanted to ask him the same question, how the hell did he change in just two years.Why is she looking different? Abram thought while openly gazing at her from head to toe.Myra didn't reply
Every day Sharon used to drop Myra at her home since it was on her way. However, after hearing Sharon's rant about how he didn't take her out the other day, Elijah planned for a date night.“Myra, how will you go home?" Sharon asked. “I'll book a cab. You guys should get going now," Myra replied while checking for a cab in an app.“We can drop you. It won't be a problem for us," Elijah joined them.“It's OK. This is not the first time I am traveling alone."Meanwhile, Sharon and Elijah bid her goodbye; Myra was notified that Abram had asked her to meet him.“Now, what does he want," she huffed.“Ms. Nur, I am sorry to bother you, but I need some data urgently," Abram said without glancing at her and working on his laptop.“I need the customer satisfaction report for the last quarter, I hate to say this, but you have only 30 minutes to pull the data."“30 minutes are too less of time. I need to run a pr
I told you she is not what she pretends to be.Stop it!Denying the truth will not help you anyway, Abram.I love her!Does she?I want her to be happy, even if it means I have to stay away from her.Abram drove his car back to his apartment, “Why do you have to come back to my life, Myra?"“Wasn't it enough that I let you go once? Why are you making it difficult for me?" His trail of thoughts was interrupted by a song playing on the radio. It was the song which he sang and dedicated to Myra when he proposed to her before their wedding.On the other side, When Myra stepped into her house, she saw her father waiting for her.“Dad, why aren't you asleep?"“Ah, nothing. I thought of having a warm tea with my daughter. It’s been a long time that I could spend time with her," Rayan said, smiling from the couch “You made tea for me? Why did you? I would have made it for you," Myra smil
The cabin looked more like a war zone, with both Abram and Myra glaring at each other from time to time. “Add new criteria to the report. Apart from customer satisfaction, I also need data on their dissatisfaction. The client wants to see the percentage first and then proceed with the transit," Abram said in his monotone. All the while, he was busy with conference calls and was rigorously typing over his laptop. However, one call caught Myra’s attention when he answered with a big smile, “Ma, how are you?"Myra never had any issue with her mother-in-law Ruby, but she never stopped her son from divorcing her either. On the initial day of her divorce, Myra's mind was plagued with lots of questions, why did it happen? There were no red flags or issues in their relationship. Everybody was happy then why all of sudden they left her without giving a reason.Flashes of the past made her uneasy, and she made an excuse to leave the cabin, which didn’t go
“Why do I have to sit with Mr. Aly?" she couldn’t stop but ask.“Well, because it’s a big opportunity, and he wants to mentor you, not you, but whoever was selected, which is you," Shane said as a matter of fact.“I don’t want to then," Myra blurts out, earning a raised eyebrow from other members at her reluctance out of the blue.“She will. She is just nervous; please give her some time," Elijah said before dragging Myra.“What are you doing?" Elijah said.“I am not going to work with him, Elijah. it’s too much for me."“Listen, babe. It’s a big opportunity; if you pull this presentation, your promotion is confirmed. Please don’t lose this because of him. You already lost so much because of him."“But-" before Myra could retort, Sharon interrupted her, “Elijah is right, don’t let that dickhead screw your opportunity."“Sharon, language Please," Elijah sighed.The following day, as instructed by Shane,
It was lunchtime, and the entire floor was empty. If anyone had witnessed what was happening in the cabin, Myra would have been a laughing stock. When Abram heard the word CCTV and saw her beneath him shivering, his sanity overcame his possessive beast. He got up from the couch and moved away from her as far as he could. Meanwhile, she immediately got up and ran out of the cabin like a deer escaping her predator.Remorse, guilt, resentment was all Abram felt when he saw the footage, though there was no audio to it. With Myra's expression, he could make out she was enjoying the taste of the food and moaned, that precise movement Abram happened to hear her.*********************I love you, but I am scared of your anger.Don’t be afraid, Myra; I will never hurt you.You become a different person when you get angry, and that scares me. I don't want to be afraid of you, Abram.I'm very possessive about you. I can’t help but get angry
“No, it’s perfect,” Myra said, both oblivious that they were still holding their hands while looking into each other’s eyes with love. However, their moment was broken when a nurse came in carrying their son Amayr, and the room was filled with his whimpers. Myra couldn’t believe a few hours ago, she was still carrying her baby, and now she could hold him. Her chin wobbles overwhelmed with emotions. Abram went behind Myra, supported her back over his body, and gestured to the nurse to bring their child. Myra could see his pink fist poking out of the cover while whimpering in annoyance. She smiled widely and let out a giggle, making her welled eyes start trailing. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she started crying, seeing her innocent son staring at her with curiosity. “He got your eyes,” she whispered barely audibly. “But he looks exactly like you,” he rubbed her back to calm her. She was shivering with rising sentiments for her child, and his warmth proved to relax her tensed
Myra stood frozen in her place even when Elijah lay unconscious on the floor. Pain, anger, frustration, and every emotion rushed through her. She didn’t know what would happen to her or how she would deal with the aftermath of going through so much, but she couldn’t care less. She was done with being the damsel, with people breaking her trust. At that point, something snapped inside her. She was so overwhelmed that she didn’t realize the absence of her baby kicking inside her and a bubbling pain rushing through her spine. She didn’t even notice Daniel coming closer and untying her hands. She didn’t hear him talking to her rapidly. All she could feel was a sudden wave of pain passing through her back and abdomen. A heart-wrecking scream left her mouth as her body gave up, resisting the ripples of pain across her body. For a moment, the surroundings went blank for her; the only sound she could hear was her accelerating heartbeat. She knew she would hit the ground at any moment, but two
“You still haven’t answered. Why did you do all this?” Abram asked, clenching his jaw.“Baby, care to explain how he learned about you staying here?” Instead of replying to Abram’s question, Elijah grazed his lips over her neck in a deliberately slow move.Myra’s chest heaved in dread recollecting his earlier warning. After staying with him for three months and seeing craze in his eyes for her, she was aware of where her silence would land her and Abram.“I…..I.. don’t…” she shook her head when as a warning, he bit her shoulder before he interrupted her, “doesn’t matter now.”Abram couldn’t help opening his eyes at her wince and yell, “Stop fucking touching her!”“Oh, but I have been doing more than touching Myra for the last three months. Isn’t it, baby?” Myra wanted to refute it, but she couldn’t deny it. And even if she wants to prove her innocence, why would she do it in the first place? Wasn’t her image worse than a whore in Abram’s eyes? Wasn’t she just a toy for him to play wi
If Zara’s betrayal was a hit to him, it was nothing compared to the betrayal he felt seeing the person in front of him. Of all the people, he never expected him to be the culprit. “Weren’t you coming back on the next flight?” Abram asked, turning around and facing him.“Indeed I was. I was about to leave, but my motion sensor alerted me of your arrival,” he replied.Green orbs against black ones.“Why Elijah?” Abram strides towards him even though Ronan warns him to take cover.“What’s the hurry? Let me first welcome you properly. If my mother was alive, she would have beaten me to death for my lack of manners,” he chuckled dryly.“You can ask your friend to come out too. I am not armed. I am a peace-loving person,” he laughed over his joke.Ronan cursed Abram and pointed the gun at Elijah, who immediately raised his hand in surrender. “I am at your mercy, Sir; you can check me if you want,” the plastered smile never leaves his face. Zara was still kneeling beside him, not making ey
“Would you not invite us inside Zara?” Abram asked with a wicked smile.The fear and the hesitation on her face were enough to concrete his suspicion of her. When she didn’t reply, he barged in with force making her stumble back, followed by Ronan, who secured the exit. “What…how…do you know this place?” she stuttered, gaping at how her escape was blocked by a stranger.“The same way you came to know I was hospitalized. Funny, Dad told me it was you who called him that day and not the other way around,” as soon as he said, her face blanched.“Y-yes…I….c-came back that day and…a-and wanted to check about Ruby aunty,” she stammered with shallow breathing.“Oh, I forgot to mention, Mom is awake now, and she was asking about you,” he said, plopping on the couch and spreading his arms on the backrest.As he anticipated, she went rigid and gaped at him. “Zara, are you not happy hearing about Mom?” he asked gently, gauging her reaction.“I-I….am h-happy,” she forced a smile but was unsucce
While Sharon was moved to a normal ward, Abram requested Daniel to be with her while he checked on his father. For an hour, both father and son stood outside the operating room, waiting for it to end.As soon as the light above the OT’s door turned off, their stances went alert. “Congratulations, your wife is out of the coma. Everything went well, but we have sedated her for recovery,” Dr. James announced, removing his mask.“Out of coma?” Noah asked dumbfounded“Yes, Mr. Aly. Earlier, when her body went into shock, it was a reaction to the treatment, but still, we have to remove the clot to avoid future complications. Didn’t I say miracles happen?” he smiled, patting Noah’s shoulders.“We will move her into the ward soon. By the way, who is Zara? The patient was crying whiile calling her name.”The moment Abram heard the doctor, the missed piece finally was put in its right place. The surrounding blurred around him and his eyes flashed with determination. Inside Sharon’s ward:“Zar
"You are lying," Abram's rasped voice was heard.Daniel cracked up the next second and rested his head over his palm with his elbow supporting he looked at Abram with amusement."Let me guess, she told you that I left her? And what was your excuse to divorce Myra? I told Myra about Zara, but she trusted you. She defended you and said you never looked at Zara like that. With the news of her pregnancy, she thought all the misunderstanding would be cleared," he snarled at Abram."You knew?" he gaped at his friend."That was the surprise she was planning for you. I was helping her out. Isn't it interesting? You both divorce your partners at the same time." he added and noticed Abram's expression change instantly."I was made to believe Myra was having an affair with you, and she was carrying your child," when Daniel heard him, he froze, and the next second, fury took over him before he lunged at Abram. He pulled Abram by his collar and punched him one after the other."You bastard, is tha
Who said death comes only once? For the entire night, Abram felt his body being ripped and torn bit by bit. he felt the wait for the next morning was more excruciating than death. With every passing second, he was driven to the edge. Never in his scariest dream did he think a day would come where he would suffer more misery than death just by waiting for the next morning.Ronan assured him by morning that he would come up with a lead since they could trace the ambulance and get hold of the driver. He wanted to talk to someone, someone to share his pain, but whom could he approach. Elijah and Sharon finally started to live together; he couldn’t disturb them, and what was he supposed to say to them? A covered pregnant woman asked for help, and the only connection was the endearment he used to call Myra with.It was not the first time he hallucinated seeing Myra and searched for her like a madman. One such incident happened when Sharon was with him, who was aware of his madness yet didn
The day Myra heard the truth from hiding, she was dragged to the mansion and imprisoned. The intensity of the shock and fear of being unable to escape him made her quiver in despair. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she chose to end her life rather than let him touch her with his evil intention. But when her captor reminded her of the baby, she stopped, thinking about her child. For her, her child was everything, her solace to every pain she endured in life or to the darkness she was held in.She slowly rises from the floor and freshens up, knowing well if she was late, even for one second, he would enter the bathroom. He was already placing the breakfast on the table by the time she was out. At the sound of the door opening, he turned around and glanced at her from head to toe.“I sometimes feel envious of my clothes. At least it has a chance to touch your bare skin while I’m bounded by my promise,” he said with a gentle smile as if he didn’t just eye rape her and instead gave a co