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 CeeCeeMeera~24th Letter~Dear my lovely scrumptious pigeonHope you are doing well . Tell me if your crazy roommate is troubling you again. Everyone here is fine and healthy. But your teenage daughter is troubling me. I am literally going to kill her boyfriend. God, she is not even legal and already having physical relationship. When you come back please scold her because she doesn't listen to me. Your mama is fine too. She is auditioning for small roles, her spirits are high. I guess Angela is following her steps and Charlotte has become the new CEO of your father's company hopefully she will save it. I am good too.Yours Honey Abram Meera Oberoi.*I reread the same letter he sent me a week ago and folded the letter placing it securely underneath my pillow. God, this man is so dramatic, that he changed his middle name from Rikkard to mine. In these six months I have talked to everyone but him. He would just send me one letter every week and then wait for my reply. He wanted to do our
Meera~ A dream~I saw my best friend, Miller and a girl around Five years in the arms of Ian. She had those soft blue eyes that I know who she was. I instantly recognised her. Abigail...My eyes teared up, is it a dream? It has to be. Because I have lost them...or maybe I am dead too.But if I am getting to meet them after being dead than I am the most happiest. She looks exactly like him. Same eyes, same hair, same nose. My daughter.I looked at the two men and more tears spilled from my eyes "I have missed you both so much. Thank you for bringing me here...I am not leaving you all ever again".They smiled. I wanted to hug them, I wanted to take my daughter in my arms. I started to walk towards them but everytime I move forward they started to vanish. No."It's not your time, go back. He is waiting for you" they said in unison and I cried for them to stop. I ran after them but they vanished into the thin air as if they were never here.I screamed and wailed but they never came ba
Abram~ "Abram... please tell me she will be fine. I can't loose her, i have already lost my dad I can't loose my mom...I can't lose my best friend. Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Mom? Meera would have been over the moon if she heard this from this little girl she is wanting to make hers. You will have to wake up soon pigeon. Your loved ones are waiting for you. I brought Elsie to my chest and kissed on the top of her head while she cried "she will be fine...I promise".That accident has put her in a coma and from the past one week she is in that state. Doctors said she needs healing, her brain is traumatized. As I was about to step inside her room, a soft hand held mine, stopping me. I turn and it was Charlotte."I have already signed the papers. Now only your signatures are needed" she said. Ending a five year relationship is not tough for me but still something stings inside "I am sorry Charlotte for the love I couldn't give you, for the love you deserved ".My throat clogged
Charlotte ~One month and three weeks.That's how long he has been away from home. Though he calls once a day to talk to Angela and to me about if everything is fine here.I know he is there for a business trip but I feel something is off. He is happier, he has been grinning while talking, one which he stopped doing five years ago.His smile is reaching his eyes now. And instead of making me happy it is making me anxious. I feel like he has not been telling me something. I guess it's time to see what the matter is? It's time to bring him back home."Angie...come here help me pack your bag".Even though Abram doesn't like her doing any kind of work I am not letting her become a snob just because her parents are rich."Mom when dada is coming?" Angela asked and I gave her a smile . "Why don't we go there and surprise dada and bring him home back?"She squealed in excitement bringing out all her fancy clothes. I just hope you are not doing what you aren't supposed to Abram. You gotta
Meera~"I think you should adopt Elsie".I stopped whatever I was doing and spun on my heel to look at the man for proposing something that is impossible."Are you out of your mind Abram?" my voice trembled. I don't like jokes around such things. And how can he even say that when he knows what it feels like? When he shares that pain with me."She thinks of you as her mother Meera. I have seen it..." I couldn't help but glare at him. Elsie just thinks of me as someone who lives in her house. "You are a mother figure for her. She has seen you more of a mother than her own mother and no you are not just a tenant for her".I tried to keep my emotions at bay because I know I am not just a tenant. "You know me...people die around me. Her dad died because I was in his life" I said in a broken voice . He grabbed me by waist pulling me closer to him "her mother died too and you weren't in her life...so don't you fucking go there pigeon. Everyone comes with their own fate. At least you loved
Abram~She groaned in annoyance as the strands of her hair swayed in front of her eyes. I took out her rubber band from my wrist and secured her hair in a high bun.I watched as she cooked in haste. She does it when she is anxious or tensed."Is she awake? Can you please check honey..."My heart skipped a beat as she called me honey. I watched as her moments stopped or maybe it slipped from her mouth. "She is awake, I just checked". I said trying to erase the tension. She turned to look at me and I saw the same glint of sadness in her eyes.Oh her eyes are going to be the death of me."I am sorry it just slipped from my mouth" she said and I gave her a tight lipped smile. What else can I do either?Throw a plate on the floor. Nah, that'd be too immature of me.But I am suffocating. And all the feelings are piling up inside me one by one and I fear if one day suddenly they would burst."Go back to London, your family must be waiting for you Abram...it's been a month now". Don't say a