Meera ~
I punch and punch and punch my fist on the dough and again did the same thing, hurting myself in process. Tears were blurring my vision but I kept on over kneading the dough. "You are a whore" . "You are a whore". "You are a whore" . That's what he called me, a whore. I have been called ugly, freak, fat, bitch but never whore, because I am damn fucking virgin. I always kept my distance from boys other than my best friend. But I and Ian are platonic lovers, there is nothing sexual or romantic between us. It's pure care and loyalty for each other. But he called me a whore, I know he hates me, but how can he use such a derogatory term for a woman, for his own wife. Do I really deserve to be call a whore? Do I really deserve all of this? Maybe yes. Because what Abram is doing to me is nothing compared to what I did. So, probably yes I deserve this, I deserve to get hurt, I deserve to get humiliated, I deserve to burn in his hatred for me, I deserve all of this for the sin I have committed. *** Abram ~ I hate her, I fucking hate that bitch. "Abram, c'mon you cannot dwell upon Charlotte's death forever, you have to move on" I glared at Ariana. My assistant cum friend. Where did Charlotte even come from? "What are you even doing here this late, Ariana? " I asked, in annoyance. I was not in the mood of any company. I am tired. Tired of everything. First that woman ruined my whole party, made fun of my reputation, with that Ian Knightly and then today's meeting. I fucking lost my deal. All because of her, if she wouldn't have occupied the half of my mind, I would have been more conscious about the deal. Ariana handed me the glass of scotch and poured herself one, sliding closer to me. I took the glass from her and chugged down the bitter drink in one go. I drank and drank until the alcohol took over my mind and i started to lose control. I wanted to let loose myself. "By the way, how is your young wife? What is her name again, ira, yeah Meera, how is she doing? " Ariana asked with a stink smile and took the strand of my hair between her finger and started caressing my hair. I groaned in irritation "stop getting on my nerves Ari and do not take that bitch's name in front of me" I said and opened my drunken lids which started to get heavy. Ariana closed the non existent gap between us, I could feel it, I could smell her perfume coming closer and closer and then my head was on her big chest and she stroked my back. At this point I was to tired to resist and to be honest it felt more soothing. "You don't know Abram how much I want to be with you but that cunt Charlotte always came in between us but now she is no more, sorry for her. You and I can be together". Ariana said and lean forward to kiss me and I did not resist. I wanted to remove the softness of her neck from my lips, that feels like sin and I am not a sinner. But before she could kiss me, a shattering sound resonated in the room. We both look at the door where the sound came from and my eyes burned with an instant anger. Even in my drunken state, I couldn't help but hate her. I hate the way she looks at me, I hate everything about her, I hate the very existence of her. I saw her eyes brimming with tears as she watched me and Ariana was about to kiss each otherand that is when the cup of coffee slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor. Good for her, she should burn. He wants her to burn in his hatred, so she never forgets what she has done to him. *** Meera ~ Was he going to cheat on me with another woman? Is that how much he hates me? That he would not even be decent about the vows he took of our holy matrimony. I glanced at the woman, no doubt she is beautiful with short blond hair, but is she shameful too? To come after a married man. Oh god! Of course both of them are shameless. I look back at Abram, my eyes asking for several question but in return he only smirked and bring Ariana upon his lap and massaged her exposed thigh. My heart clenched painfully and a shallow breath escape from my lips, my feet stumbled. Seeing Abram with my sister was bad enough that now he is cheating on me. My lips tremble and tears spilled from my eyes, begging before him to stop but he didn't he kept on touching that woman. It is killing me. They both smirked at me. Before she could speak anything Abram spoke which shook her to the core. "Ari, will you do me the honor and throw her out like you threw the garbage wrap from my office, so that we can get some privacy". My heart pounded against my chest loudly as I stood there perplexed, did he really said that? I cannot believe he just compared me to a garbage. Why Abram, Why? Why are you torturing me like this, wasn't calling me a whore enough, that now this. My mind alerted as I saw the woman coming towards me with a wicked smile on her face, and pushed me out of the room, just like that, I landed on my butt. Tears streamed down from my face, my chin quivering, once again I was thrown out of his room, humiliated. But this time it hurt me, more than before because he disrespect me in front of someone else, again. He made me feel like literally garbage. *** I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Love CeeCee.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
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