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Meera ~
"I wish you had died the day you were born." Keeping a straight face, I let my heart shatter into pieces as my father spouted venomous words into my ear. Aren’t I the luckiest bride in this world? Who gets to hear such words from her own father, and is marrying the man who does not love her? A wedding is supposed to be the greatest ritual for anyone, such a blissful ritual but for me it is nothing but a sham. I am marrying my sister's fiancee, the man I love with my whole heart but he does not love me back. I am donned in a beautiful custom-made white lace gown with real diamond adorned on the bodice in floral embroidery. It is one of those rare beautiful dress that was made by greyatest designer for the beautiful bride, and that bride was supposed to be my sister. My beautiful sister. Whom I-- I blinked back the tears that were forming in the back of my eyes, as my sister's smiling face flashed across behind my lids. I took a deep breath as the church gate opened and the red carpet followed on the way of the aisle waiting for me and my father to walk down. Guests stood up, some who didn't know the truth beamed with happiness and those who knew the half of the truth stared in delight, probably waiting for some drama. * Third person ~ Among them a pair of grey orbs followed the walk of the bride. The most beautiful woman in this world, the woman he loves, the woman who owns his whole being. His jaw clenched and with every step of her he felt something getting broken inside of him. She was supposed to be his and she is his. This marriage is nothing for him, because by the end, he will make her his no matter what. * Meera~ Each step felt as if I was walking on burnt coal. I should be happy. Isn't it what I wanted, wasn't it my dream to marry Abram? Then why am I feeling numb? I should be joyful, after all, what I have ever desired and wanted was finally happening. I am going to have my forever with the love of my life. The man who has my whole heart, body and soul. But I felt nothing, just numb. Because how could I feel anything, after what I did? It was supposed to be my sister here, not me but I snatched him from her. I was still in a numb trance when my hand touched something soft bringing me back into the real world. I looked down at my hand placed in the hand of the man I love and an electric charge passed through my veins. The priest started to recite matrimonial vows and told us to follow after him. I closed my eyes and imagined flowers blooming as I recited all the vows with my heart. I firmly promised in front of the Lord to be with him in sickness and health, till eternity my heart belongs to him and only him. "I now pronounce you husband and wife." A lone tear dropped from my eye, I felt calm there was no more chaos in my mind. For a moment I felt like the luckiest bride in the world who got to marry the love of her life. "You may kiss the bride and seal the holy matrimony in front of the Lord" my breath hitched and I looked up for the first time and my eyes met with the beautiful blue ones, void of any emotion. How can someone look so beautiful and inhumanly gorgeous? My heart leaped and I thanked god. I feel grateful, I am grateful. A sad smile formed upon my lips. I tiptoed and wrapped my arms around his neck causing him to go stiff, I brought my lips closer to his ear and whispered-- "Even your hatred is mine now, Abram." And kissed the corner of his lips. *** He grabbed my waist, squeezing the flesh harshly, and I held his shoulder for support but he jerked my hands in a swift moment. He leaned closer, bringing his lips closer to my ear, enough for me to shudder. Chills ran down my spine, as his hot and ragged breathing burned down to my neck, his hold tightening over my waist painfully, causing me to let out a shaky whimper. "Then I will make sure, you burn in my hatred" Another lone tear escaped from my eye falling upon my lip. How sad a wedding could be? Where one hates the other so much, that he would not even think for a moment before hurting her. The same girl he saved when she was stuck in a cold dark room and coddled gently. The cheers of congratulations brought us back and he pushed me away not harsh enough to make it obvious about how much he hates me. The media captured the photographs, and why not? After all, I am the daughter of the biggest institutionalist in England who just got married to the heir of the wealthiest fortune. We received congratulations and blessings but not from our families , because this is not what they wanted, but from the people who are genuinely happy for us. People who do not know the truth. And in a flash moment, I saw my husband leaving me alone at the altar with his buddies. One of them I know, Derek looked back at me with nothing but pity. And I fanned my face trying to hide my embarrassment. I deserve every pity and hatred in this life. *** I longingly watched my mother who was dancing with my father , lovingly and perfectly. Catching the eyes of almost everyone because that is how they both have always been. Iconic and the most elegant couple in the country. People are jealous of them. They want to be them, they want to be us , our family. They want to be like James St. Henry James and Paris Lauren James the A- list Hollywood star. A Beautiful Actress. I wanted my mama to be with me and hug me but I know my mother won't hug me anymore, she barely looks at me, my mother hates me now. Well who doesn't. I sipped on my drink and uncomfortably shifted on the chair, as the dress which was made for my sister who had a model like figure has started to bug my fat butt. Yes, I am not obese but I am plump and full which doesn't certainly fit into the beauty standards. My eyes wandered around the room full of people dancing and found my mother in law Jessica Oberoi talking to my husband in a serious manner .He suddenly looked at me with burning red anger in his eyes, that almost knocked my breath out. What are they talking about? I stood up as I saw him walking toward me in long strides and in seconds he was in front of me with his 6.7 feet of height. He grabbed my hand and placed another on my waist. Without any explanation he led me out of the hotel where dinner was arranged. He fake smiled , pretending as if we are going to make love that is why we are leaving, earning chuckles from the guests. I look back at my parents who looked at me with emotionless eyes. Oh how, I hoped that at least I would see the flicker of emotion in my mother's eyes but there was none. And within minutes I was thrown onto the backseat and my husband just ordered the chauffeur to take us home. My heart thudded inside my chest, as if it's going to rip out. His home , that means I really married to the man I love, it is not a dream and I am going to his home and that will be my home from now on. *** Hey everyone!! So the first chapter is here. I hope you like it. I promise you won’t regret reading this book. If you are interested in emotional and steamy books then…glue to this book till the end. Love PiaMeera ~2 years later~I changed into my clothes and placed my neatly folded scrubs into the locker. Yes, I have learned how to fold clothes now. "Finally our seventy two hours of shift is over. I am going to sleep the whole weekend... " Amelia my friend and co- worker said.I smiled. Finally after working tirelessly as interns we are getting our weekends off. I might be able to take a good sleep too if my kids will let me."Have you prepared for LPN? " She asked and I sighed. We have our LPN exam by the end of this month and I haven't prepared anything for it. If I fail I won't get my License. "I will...I don't think I will be sleeping now. Need to study" I grabbed my crossbody bag and started to walk out of the locker room alongwith others. "Well have a nice weekend and let me know if you want to hit the club tomorrow." I gave a side hug to Amelia and sat on my bike, driving off to my home. The busy streets of seattle, hustle and bustle of people greeted me as soon as I got out
Abram~I walked out of the airport, and the chilled gust of wind hit my face, I feel like they are slapping me. Winter in UK is brutal . I haven't seen the sun or felt its warmth in weeks. And over the top its raining there more than usual. I hope Ireland isn't that dark because my pigeon doesn't like winters. She finds it overwhelming.A smile spread on my lips, my insides feel giddy, I am finally going to meet her after six whole months. Six months without her was hell but her letters kept me going. And on top of that her dearest daughter and her mama dearest were after me like witches. I hailed a cab and got inside giving the driver address of the institution. The air feels much more calmer than London. I took out the ring from my breast pocket and admired the art. I didn't propose her before, I didn't ask her for the marriage, or to become mine but today I am going to. I will drop on my one knee and propose to her.And this time I will make sure I don't fuck up. There will be
Meera~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







