Meera ~
I winced as the hair curler touched my forehead, causing my skin to burn slightly "I am so sorry, Ms. " I heard the stylist and sighed "it's okay, just tell someone to bring me an ice pack" I said to her. Today, I am attending the first event with my husband after my wedding. It is a party hosted by one of his partners at their home, and they has sent invitation to bring me along. That is why, my husband sent all the stylist to doll me up in the best way possible, to make me look presentable, that was his exact words. It hurt, it hurt so much, when he humiliates me, I know I am not pretty enough, no, I am not pretty at all but atleast he could have the decency not to humiliate me in front of outer world. "Done, you can see yourself now" I heard the hair stylist, the makeup artist has already done my makeup. I slowly opened my eyes, and blinked slowly, taking in my whole appearance. My face was done in light summer makeup with glowy blush and hair was done in French side low bun with few curls bouncing on the sides of my face. My dress was from Ralph Lauren, it is a sky blue gown, with florals on the hem, it fits my curves amazingly. I can't say I look prettiest but I look presentable as the wife of the wealthiest man in the whole of Europe. "You have beautiful eyes, ma'am" I heard the stylist and I bit my inner cheek and than gave her a small smile with a thank you. Its not that people give me compliment everyday. "Why did you have to give me a ugly child, Paris? Look at her, saggy potato. Just make her look presentable for tonight, I don't want to deal with commenting on her ugliness." I was 9 at that time, ugly and chubby. My father never liked, I was not his desired child, he always taunted me, he hated the mere site of me. And my now my husband hates the mere site of me, I hope I match up to his expectations from me today. The stylists were gone and I was waiting in my room, for my husband. Who still has not come from the office. Samantha came in, and gasped for the air, a chuckle escaped from my mouth "calm down sammy" I said, jokingly and she shake her head. "Master, has arrived and is waiting for you, he has asked me to get you down, fast" She said and I sighed and got up from the bed. Everyone fears Abram, no one can predict his temper, it is like a boiling water on the stove, always on the edge. I walked out the room and climbed down the stairs, I clench my fist tightly and casted my eyes on the floor as I feel his eye watching my every movement. I just hope he finds me presentable enough. "Look up, when you walk, I don't want people commenting on how under confident my wife looks". My ears perked up, and my heart beat fastened, I have heard these kind of words before but every time they just hurt new. Even though they are not wrong. I look up and found him already ahead of me, I tried to control my nerves, I won't mess it up, I won't mess it up for him. We sat in the car, there was eerie silence , it was dark, only lights from the outside was peeking inside. I tilt my head and look at him, his face was straight, void of showing any emotion. But still inhumanly beautiful. The stubble was shadowing over his jaw, which was clenched, he is wearing a tux with a floral tie as the same dress as me. I don't know why but this little detailing gave me butterflies in my tummy. I know I should not be happy, and think that he did it for me because I know the truth and I won't think about it now, because it will make me sad. And I want to glow with happiness, even though inside I feel nothing but sadness. The car stopped and we got out from the car. And suddenly a warm hand was put on my waist, tugging me closer. I look up to see my husband, and he looked at me, his eyes shining with pretentious happiness. My heart thudded inside my chest with the close proximity. He smiled and brought his face closer to my side cheek, near my ear and he whispered "behave--" . That's it, I heard the click of the cameras, capturing our pictures. Oh how I could forget that it is all pretense. We walked past the paparazzi, with him holding my hand walking me inside the home, gently. The home was decorated beautifully, with florals and illuminated with big chandeliers. It feels like a lavish party, and why wouldn't it. It is the party of one of the richest man in England. Ladies and gentlemen were dressed in different shades with floral patterns and designs, after all the theme was floral summer. "Finally, we get to meet Mrs. Oberoi, sorry we couldn't make it to your wedding, but thank you for coming today and gracing this party with your presence" I blushed at the way Mr. Beckman talked to me. "You are such a charmer, sir. It's my pleasure to attend this party with my husband" I said and shake my hands with him. I bit my lip as Abram, squished my waist painfully and I released my hand from Mr. Beckman's hand. He said his bye to us and walked away. Many new people I met today, most of them were rich industrialist or A- list celebs. I was smiling with my whole heart, because this is the first time I am this close to Abram, even jst for tonight even just to pretend a happily married couple, I feel happy to pretend all these things, because for me it is real. I excused myself from the group my husband was talking to One of them was Hanerrina the new famous actress. I did not like the vibe she was giving me. I need to go to the loo, to calm my nerves from all these things. I was in the loo, when I heard some women talking "Did you see the wife of Mr. Oberoi, god she looks so young and naive and she doesn't look at all his type, he is so handsome and dreamy. " I feel a pang of jealousy as, the way they were talking about my husband. I did not care what they think of me, but I did not like the way they were talking about my husband. I flushed and walked out, usually I avoid these kind of situations but tonight I feel as if I have to face these woman. "Mr. Decker looks good while posing with Beth, I must say Mrs. Decker" I said and gave her a big smile. She grew mum and the woman standing beside her chuckled. Bitch. I washed my hands and walked out. Feeling a little content, I know I shouldn't have said this but it was fun until. *** I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Love CeeCeeAbram~Moon. I don't know what, but she has this weird fascination with the moon that she would sit at the very same place everyday and stare at it. Its been four days since she left me, since I failed to find her even after having too many resources. She is alive, I know it. Her mother says she will Kill herself but I know her better she won't. She is so strong. She just needs time. The stars are shinig brightly today, they are the indication that she is safe and will get back to me , soon. Maybe she doesn't want to be found, that's why she is hiding herself away from me. But she doesn't realize that there is someone who is yearning for her, every minute and it is getting harder for him to even breathe without her. She also doesn't realize that I love my life and she is my life. So, I will do everything possible to bring her back, even if that meant to collide heaven and hell together. A smile broke onto my lips as I saw her blue scarf hung over the dressing table. She is jus
Abram~'You don't want to do this, please stop''Please stop, Abram''I don't want it this way, this is wrong''You always hurt me''You are a monster''Leave me, you monster''Monster''Monster''Monster'My eyes jolted open, as her voice echoed in my ears and for the first time in two months I feel nothing, no anger, no pain nothing. Only numbness. This was just a nightmare, this can't be true. I can't do this to my wife. She is too precious and I am not a monster. Yes, I shouldn't have tattoed her, but I am not a monster. "Pigeon--".No response. I look at my side and her side of the bed was empty. She was not here. My pigeon, my wife she is not here with me. A lone tear rolled down from my eye, as guilt started to seep inside me. "I am sorry baby" I whispered. Our room was dark, but I could see the daylight peeking through blinds. But I don't deserve even this ounce of daylight. Because if she is not in my life, my life is dark and after what I have put her through I deser
Abram~"Leave me, you monster" She screamed at my face, her eyes red and tears were streaming down from her eyes, just like mine. My heart broke, I feel as if someone is twisting the knife inside my heart , mercilessly. "Pigeon--" I saw her chin wobbling, I forwarded my hands to pull her in my arms, she is sobbing uncontrollably. I have never seen my wife like this before and it is hurting me too. What have I done? "Meera--" I called out for her again but she didn't say anything and in a blink of an eye she ran away from me. I strode after her trying to catch her, but before I could hold her she slammed the door on my face. "Wife--open the fucking door" I screamed and tried to open the door but she locked it from outside. "You can't run away from--Meera" I banged on the door but she didn't come. I took the vase and threw it against the wall, causing it to shatter into pieces, just like my heart. How could she run away from me? I know my method was wrong but my intentions were
Abram~I twisted my wedding band between my fingers, the small diamond embedded in the centre shining like her. She is my diamond. My star. But there are some eclipses that are preventing her from becoming mine. 'I don't want to leave'. That's what she said in the morning after giving me the most amazing orgasm of my life and I just can't fanthom it. Does she really not want to be with me only? I am ready to give her all of me. I don't need anyone but her. Only her. I don't know how this obsession came inside me but I am glad it did. Because I have never felt truly alive before her. And I will fucking make sure that we work, because I have no desire to die. I grabbed my phone and dialled on her number, already desperate to hear my pigeon's voice.Busy. I frowned and dialled again but the same response, 'busy talking to someone else'. Who is she talking to? That she cut my call thrice. I took a deep breath trying to control my unwanted anxiety. I called her again but met wit
Meera~I feel like everything is finally going to be fine in my life. I guess the universe is finally on my side, maybe my stars could shine brighter too. I grinned for no reason and looked at my side, where my husband is sleeping peacefully, the brown strands of his hair were falling over his forehead. I brushed them back and stared at him because I don't want to look at anything else. He is just so beautiful. I lean towards him and kissed on his forhead. I never imagined that he would agree to something like this for me. I feel so happy and giddy inside. He is becoming the man I always wanted him to be. A little crazy but all mine. I want to tell him the truth about his parents, I want him to know that his dad is innocent, so was his mother. Its just life happened to them. But right now is not the right time, he is already relentless since yesterday and I don't want to add another thing to it. I will tell him the truth in the right time. "Stop staring at me" his hard raspy
Abram~Promise. One stupid promise and you start to regret, for making any decision right after sex. She manipulated me with those ambers, and now I have to pay with my peace. But as I promised, I would do anything for her even if that meant to live with the killer of my mama under the same roof. But, I will have the control. Yes, I will not let her get lost in some stupid charity for a sick old man. I will make sure it's me she thinks about, I will have her so occupied with me that she won't have any time left for any stupid actvity. And then by night she will be back in my arms, and I will make her forget about everything. "Thank you for taking care of us Agtha". My wife said, in a monotonus voice but there is a gratfulness in her intent.I know her. She is not sweet but she is a considerate of people's feelings."The pleasure is all mine, Madame".I thanked god, because the way my wife and I are wasting time in pleasntaries is good for me. I just hope the sun goes down so