Meera ~
I washed my hands and walked out. Feeling a little content, I know I shouldn't have said this but it was fun until. Until I saw my own husband who told me to behave, is now cozily laughing with Hannerina. They both are standing so close to each other that he is not even realising that he putting a show of our marriage in front of others. I stood there in the middle, stuck as if my feet are glued to the floor, why would he do something like this in public? No, he can't make me or him a joke in front of world. I am now cursing myself for being a bitch to Mrs. Decker, my karma is hitting me back. I need to stop this, I have to stop this, I can't bear it. My body loosened as, I saw Derek my husband's best friend joining them in. I could literally make out the facial expression of Hanne bitch rina that she was clearly annoyed. Good. I thought of going in between them but didn't. Because I am already feeling out of place, these people are making me out the f place. Even though these parties are not new to me, but still they always make me feel uncomfortable. I don't belong here, I don't belong with these people. So I decided to sit on the empty sofa, and rested my back against the fluffly, and soft. Beckman's surely does have good taste in decorating home, it's the best I have seen. Cozy and homely. I sipped on my fruit punch, the cold drink soothed my nerves, calming me instant. I was still enjoying my drink, when I feel the sofa dipping beside me. "Enjoying fruity drink, huh? " I heard a manly voice, the voice I am very much familiar with. I look at my side and my eyes widened in shock or happiness, I don't know. "Ian--" I choked my eyes brimming with tears, blurring my vision, blurring everything around me. "Meera--" He whispered and without wasting any more time he took me in his arms and hugged me tightly. Tears spilled from my eyes, but I did not care, I could feel the several eyes on me, on us, judging us but I don't care. I just don't care. My best friend, my Ian is here, I have seen him after so long how could I not leap into his arms. When he is as important to me as my husband. When he is my life line, soul mate. I withdrew myself back and touched his face and he chuckled and wiped the water coming out of my nose. "You are still the same" He said and I tried to roll my eyes. "Cmon we have been apart for only six months and no one changes in six months. Atleast I don't". I lied, because I have changed in so many ways that I cannot describe. " How was rehab? " I ask, desperately. I want to know of his drug influence has gone or he is still under the influence of that unfortunate thing. Ian left for rehab to detox himself and to get better. And he hasn't looked better in year as he is looking now. He looks beautiful, handsome, amazing and healthy. He eyes the beautiful brown orbs which I love are now possess the same innocence as they did years ago. He looks like my Ian again. "Well, I am at the party and I am not drinking". He said and I nodd my head, praying that it stays that way. I could feel the eyes of my husband on me but right now I am just happy that my best friend is here with me. " Let's go out, it's suffocating here" He said and I was already up on my feet. I am so ready to get out of here. The chilly occasional breeze feels good in summer, it feels refreshing, even though England is not as hot as other countries but still global warming is doing it's best effect. "So, how is your marriage going? " Ian asks and sighed, I don't know what to say about my marriage, or is there even anything to say. "I am getting what, I deserve" I said curtly not giving him the details, because I don't want him to get into trouble with my husband because of me. He pulled me closer to his chest and kissed the top of my head, "You deserve the best, Meera, only the best. And I am always with you, remember" I smiled up at him because I know, no matter what I will always have him. I was still in his arms, when I was suddenly pulled back with force and my back hit the hard chest of the man I know. Abram. "Mr. Knightly, I must take my wife home now, she doesn't like being outdoors this much" He said and and holding my hand he walked me out. Ian was coming to protest but I shake my head, and pleaded him through my eyes. He stopped and then he was out if sight. I was thrown inside the car with a force, and my head banged against the hard window. My eyes watered at the impact. "Abram, it's not what you think, I swear" I pleaded , he looked at me with deadly eyes and I bit my lips. He looks angry, but why? I did not create a scene when he was chit chatting with that actress? Then why does he doing this to me. "Abram, he is my best friend, nothing more" I say in a pleading voice but he didn't pay any heed to my pleading. I don't know, where it came from but there is a fear inside, fear of what he might do to me once we reach home. I forwarded my hand slowly to touch his shoulder and suddenly I was half lying on the seat. His hand on my jaw, his eyes darkening in hot burning anger. He hovered above me and and I tried to remove him, but to no avail he lean down and bit on my neck and then sucked hard. A sob wreck through me "Abram please--" I pleaded but he continue to suck on the same spot of neck. He released me and whispered into my ear, something that no one has ever called me. "You are a whore". *** I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Thank you 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