When Myra stepped out of the mall, she had already gathered the attention, and a few even whistled, cat-called, making her face flush. She kept glaring at her friend walking beside her looking immune to all the whistling and flirtatious comments.
“Do I have to wear this to attend a party? If you had told me this condition before, I wouldn’t have come,” Myra said while pulling her dress.
“Oh, come on, can’t you see how they are gaping at you? You are a treat to watch,” Sharon winked, slapping Myra on her ass.
The latter gasped in surprise, looking around to ensure no one saw what her friend did to her in a public place.
“Where is your car?” she asked, cursing the moment she agreed to be friends with the wicked woman standing beside her.
While Myra was every now and then pulling her dress down or checking her dress, on the other hand, Sharon was cool as a cucumber. She stood as if she was a model and owned the road. There was not an ounce of hesitation, and she carried herself with utter confidence. If Myra was ice, Sharon was fire, both of their personalities pole apart, yet they became best friends.
“I gave it for servicing. You know, cars and stuff just like sending your car to a salon. Oh wait, you don’t even know how to drive. To whom I’m explaining,” Sharon said, flicking her straightened hair.
Myra couldn’t wait to board the cab and get away from the unwanted attention they were getting. The moment a taxi stopped before them, she literally jumped into the passenger seat without waiting for her friend.
“What are you doing?!” Sharon shrieked, grabbing Myra’s hand, who was rubbing off her lipstick.
“Nothing, just lightning it a bit. It looks way too much for me,” Myra said while trying to take her hand out of Sharon’s grip.
“No, you are not. Now stop it already,” Sharon said while rolling her eyes.
“Remind me, how we became friends?” Myra scowled at her friend.
“Long story short, you begged me to be your friend,” Sharon replied with a smirk.
Myra scoffed in disbelief, “No, I did not!”
“Yes, you did.”
The entire ride, Myra narrated their college time when Sharon first approached her and stalked her around till they became friends.
“Always work,” Sharon said, pointing towards the club in their vicinity.
“What?!” Myra asked, baffled.
“Rile you up with something trivial, and it would take your mind off your panic,” was the reply Sharon gave before winking at her friend and asking the driver to stop.
Myra was too stunned to comprehend; however, when Sharon nudged her to get out of the cab, she schooled her expression and did as her friend told.
A two-story block lighted with neon lights came into their view. The vast park lot around it was already filled with cars—expensive, luxurious, modified.
Some were already making out wherever they could find a spot, while some were waiting for their gang to join. Although Myra and Sharon were in their mid-20s, the young crowd around them made Myra feel out of place. But that was far from the reality. As naive as she was, she didn’t notice the stare they were getting wherever they went. And the young crowd that made her feel out of place was only outside the club, trying to forge their minor age to enter the club.
Myra’s views changed as soon as they entered the club.
The crowd was anything but like the ones she saw outside. The club’s top floor had booths, and many suit-clad men were seated in them in a group, either enjoying their free time or entertaining their guests or clients. Since the place was dimly lit or primarily dark, especially the booth area on the upper floor, Myra couldn’t make out faces.
If Myra felt her dress was short, she felt modest when looking around the scarcely clothed women. Her train of thought broke when Sharon grabbed her wrist and had to shout among the loud music.
“Let’s go to the bar. It will give the complete view of the club,” Sharon shouted and was pulling Myra when Myra stopped her.
“I don’t drink, you know that,” Myra pursed her lips.
“I know, but I never asked you to drink, did I?” Sharon said in a raised voice.
Myra went along without protesting and had to make her way among the dancing crowd. Soon they found a place and settled themselves, ordering mocktails and enjoying the pumped-up atmosphere. However, it lasted for a few moments for Myra. The energy inside the club was at its peak, but it couldn’t be said the same about Myra, who looked aloof from the crowd. Although she was with Sharon, who was engrossed in her mischievous chat about the men around, her eyes tell some other story; sorrow. Dressed in a beige-colored body-hugging dress with bold red lips, she looked nothing less than a seductress, though petite, yet there was something about her that was intriguing.
With work, she could divert her mind from her divorce case; however, when her mind was idle, the memory of the divorce came back with a vengeance. Myra either twirls the glass or fidgets with her dress to distract herself.
“I swear, if you don’t stop pulling your dress, I will give your number to some random guy here,” Sharon had to warn her.
What if he sees me like this? He won’t be happy, Myra was thinking
Abram was a possessive caveman by nature who lost his composure whenever any guy looked at Myra or, worse, touched her. And the thought she got more attention in her sexy dress brought that thought out of the blue.
“Myra, you have to let him go,” Sharon interrupted her thoughts.
Sharon observed how Myra was only holding her drink and was lost somewhere. She was her only friend who knew her from their college days and has seen her struggle with her marriage and her devil husband, Abram.
Giving her signature smile with a glint of sorrow, Myra replied, “He already left me. Can I do anything now?” with that, she drank her drink in one go.
“Woah! Let’s go and burn the dance floor,” Myra said, sounding cheerful altogether.
Sharon rolled her eyes at her failed attempt, yet she complied with her friend and joined her on the dance floor.
The in-house DJ was playing the trance. At first, Myra was hesitant, but soon she let the energy inside the club take over her. She swayed her body along the grooves and moved her hips seductively. Lost in her daze, she let the music slowly fade off her sorrow. Raising her arms in the air and slowly sliding them against her body, she sensuously moves her hip sideways. She could feel the heat around her and make out guys approaching her, but that didn’t bother her. Closing her eyes, she felt the music, letting the high beat run through her vein and take away her haunted past. With each beat, she felt her mind replaying her past in front of her, and one by one, she was letting it out of her memoir.
“Please, listen to me. I can’t live without you.”
“Don’t make me laugh now, Myra,” he mocked her.
“Abram, I will do anything, just please don’t leave me.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, anything, please, I love you.”
“Then abort this baby.” He said without remorse.
“What, now you don’t love me?” he asked when Myra was too stunned to reply, staring directly at her shocked expression.
“Either it’s the baby or me, you decide.”
Suddenly the music seemed to stop. Loud voices could be heard from somewhere near the bar counter that was designed in such a way it looked like an underground floor rather than a part of the club. Myra opened her eyes and saw the same confused expression on her friend’s face. The crashing of glasses was heard next, and suddenly the entire crowd’s attention was on the loud voice. Thrashing, or maybe something was continuously beaten up. When Myra and Sharon noticed that the crowd started gathering around the railing separating the counter and the dance floor, they immediately walked towards it to see the cause of the disturbance.
Myra heard angry voices followed by grunts. Although the club went silent, some enthusiastic spectators started recording the commotion on their cell phones. She could make out male voices yelling profusely, followed by the sound that someone was getting punched. Her instinct suddenly went on high alert on its own, which seems to have confused her.
Why do I feel scared all of a sudden? she thought while walking briskly along with her friend.
They had to push through the crowd to get a clear view, and when they did, they saw the back of a man who was crouched down over some guy, clutching the collar and punching him. Some men were trying to pull him up and separate the duo; however, as if possessed by a demon, that guy was landing one punch after another. The man lying on the ground was trying to protect himself, and some bouncers had to come for his rescue. Suddenly, Myra’s lower eyelid starts fluttering like a bad omen. She was still comprehending the situation when the yelling intensified with many voices talking together. She didn’t have time to register when suddenly she heard the man who was hitting roar, “Son of a bitch, you dare? SHE IS MY WIFE.”
“Fuck, I will kill you, leave me,” the timbre in the voice held a murderous ring to it, which sent a shudder down her spine.
She gasped and held her breath as she was too familiar with the voice and the anger behind it. She snapped out of her thoughts when a table fell on the floor, and when she raised her eyes, they met with furious black orbs glaring murder at her.
Two men were holding him, but the moment his eyes locked with Myra’s brown ones, he pushed them away with force.
“I aborted the baby just as you asked me. How can you not be true to your words?” Myra was clutching his arms.
“I never said I will not divorce you,” he smirked at her and jerked her hand.
That was the last Myra ever saw him.
“ABRAM!” she couldn’t stop whispering his name.
Her knees began to shiver, and her weak legs almost made her fall when Sharon came to her rescue and held her. She, too, had the same horrid expression as Myra.
The rage Myra saw in his eyes made her flinch, and the next moment she ran to save herself before the promised wrath in those brown eyes could engulf her.
Why was he here? Why didn’t he attend the court session today if he was in the city?
Her instinct told her to run, and she obliged without caring for the direction she was going. When she came to her senses, she realized she was in one of the restrooms. One look at her reflection froze her.
What she saw was the reflection of a woman who was trembling violently, her face tear-stained which she didn’t even realize till now. She put her trembling hands over her mouth to stop her whimpers.
After all these months, he still affects me like this, she thought.
Her neighboring girl gave a sympathetic glance, and Myra quickly averted her gaze, turning the water faucet with her trembling hand. However, she was startled when she heard someone shrieking.
“Who the fuck are you? This is the women’s restroom, you asshole!”
Before Myra could comprehend who shrieked or whom that girl was cursing, her forearm was harshly pulled, and she came across the same angry orbs.
She froze when she realized Abram followed her inside the restroom.
All she saw was fury in his eyes, which was scanning her from head to toe, and the scowl deepened, noticing her body-hugging dress. His nostrils were flaring like an angry bull.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“What the hell are you wearing?” Abram yelled while roughly grabbing her by her forearms, making her flinch.
“Please…..” she gulped in fear and continued, “please, you are hurting me.”
She didn’t know whether she should be happy to see him after two years or be afraid of his anger as before?
The women in the restroom started shouting and complaining about the intruder. That was the least concern for Myra as she had more significant issues to solve, and the next moment she felt herself being dragged roughly out of the restroom.
Seeing the commotion inside the restroom, Abram dragged Myra out, much to her horror. All he could see was red. He came to the club along with his acquaintance and joined his friends on the upper floor’s booth. He was enjoying his time, coming back after two years, and was engrossed in the cliche discussion when the topic diverted on the girl wearing a beige-colored dress and moving like a seductress.As the lighting inside the club was dim, he couldn’t make out her face initially. One of the guys from the group claimed his stake and went out of the booth towards the dance floor. He almost reached the seductress and was about to grab her by her hip when the lights were turned on for a brief moment. It required Abram a second to recognize that face, and before he knew it, he was out there screaming bloody murder.
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 reas
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