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Myra gaped at the scene before her.He betrayed her again but what hurt her more was that her instinct too betrayed her this time. She couldn’t bear to hear the next word of Abram and ran away. She kept chanting while running. She ran as if there was a monster behind who was hunting her.“Please don’t touch me," her pleading whisper left her mouth.Elijah could cover the gap between him and Myra with his long legs while Sharon was keeping up. What surprised Sharon was Myra’s reaction. She feared, out of despair, Myra would scream, giving away their hideout. Instead, she silently ran away. For her, Myra’s silence was like the silence before the storm.“Please don’t taint me," Myra kept running as far as her legs took her whi
A thick red was flowing out of the hole where the bullet hit George’s forehead, his eyes staring lifelessly at them.“Fuck!" Ronan roared, raking his head.“We needed him alive. God knows how many like him are still around." He kicked the wall in frustration while Abram was at ease, knowing he finally got his revenge. He not only avenged Zara but also Myra.After giving out his statement and the watch holding the recorded statement, Abram drove towards his apartment. A smile plastered over his face thinking there were no more hurdles between him and Myra. The only problem left to sort out was facing her parents, but he was ready for the challenge with Myra by his side.It was past midnight when he reached home. He quietly opened the door and saw M
“Myra, don’t be scared. I am there for you," Abram abruptly stood up and was about to touch her when Rayan pushed him back.“Don’t you dare touch my daughter," he yelled, and soon a group of neighboring men entered the house. It was clear Rayan had set them around in case of an emergency.“Myra, don’t be scared and tell your Dad what happened?" he sat beside Myra, who was crying hysterically.“I am pregnant, and he threatened me he will kill my child if I don’t stay with him," her hiccups resonated in the eerily silenced hall. When Myra’s mother gasped and rushed towards her crying daughter, Abram was hit with reality.“Myra," Abram called her with a broken heart.&l
“I know you were angry at me about last night. We will go out tonight. Anywhere you want to,” Abram still hoped it was all a joke Myra was pulling on him.“Denial will not lead you anywhere,” came her reply.“You said you will give me a chance,” Abram finally broke down.A chuckle was heard before she said, “I never said I will not divorce you.” He felt like someone harshly pulled the ground under his feet. The memory of him saying the same to Myra flashed before him, and the pain of what she went through at the time seeped through every vein of him. “Why—” he couldn’t speak, his chest constricted as if someone squeezed it hard.“Retribution, baby. What goes around comes around. You left me with unanswered questions. Now it’s your time to feel the agony I went through,” and with that, the call got disconnected.He hastily called back to tell her about his mother. He no longer cared what Myra would think about him. All he wanted was to tell her the truth and beg her for a chance. How
The moment Abram asked Zara about the letter, he could see she was struggling inwardly, but he was not in the mood to listen to anything else other than holding the letter. The pure fury she witnessed in his eyes made her shudder, and without any further contemplation, she walked forward and pulled out the letter from the trash bin. “Who the fuck are you to throw it away?!” he bellowed in anger, startling her.Zara flinched when he jerked up from the bed and stood before her in two strides. She was stunned to see him get out of the bed when he was struggling to even sit a moment ago.“I…” she stammered; however, he interrupted her, “Get out.” He said in an eerily calm voice. When she didn’t move, he said again in a raised voice, “Get the fuck out of here before I do something to you!”Zara took a back step on hearing his harsh tone, gaping at his changed demeanor. Without a second glance, she sprinted out of the room, wiping her tears. She couldn’t recognize the man that she thought
Abram frowned on seeing the familiar endearment he used for Myra and how it was written messily. It was the name he gave to Myra, and only both of them knew about it. Something clicks Abram, and he runs towards the same place that person bumped into him. When he came out of the doctor’s cabin, he knew that only his car keys were inside his pocket. When he thought back, he felt something was wrong with the dead body he saw.The moment he rushed towards the spot, he started asking the passersby and the nurses if they had seen a guy pushing a stretcher. He searched the entire floor as well as some house doctor’s cabin who were doing a check-up of the outpatients, earning a glare from them. To his sorrow, no one seems to notice it.He was sure it was not a prank played by anyone, and in fact, it was Myra asking for help. He dreaded thinking about what situation she was stuck into. When his frantic search didn’t earn him any result, he immediately called Ronan and narrated everything.“Are
The following day, Myra felt a rough hand caressing her belly while a warm breath fanned her neck. A shiver ran through her body, and she clutched her eyes tight in fear. No matter how much she tried to even her labored breath, the panic was apparent when her eyelashes welled up with unshed tears. The touch disgusted her, but unfortunately, she was not in a position to retaliate. Her heart rapidly beat inside her. She wanted to scream at the person lying behind her, too close to her personal space. She wanted to rip his hand that was touching her and push him away from her and her unborn child. Even her child didn’t welcome his touch and kicked harshly inside her. This kick made the person stop caressing the belly, earning a chuckle.“Our baby loves my touch,” he whispered, and Myra shudders in fear.“I know you are awake,” he said in amusement.Myra opened her eyes, and she saw her cuffed hands being held by him. She struggled to get out of his hold; however, guessing her intent, he
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