Bolting the door while staring directly into Myra’s eyes, Abram put her over the washbasin slab. Both look at each other with the same hunger and lust. She clung to his body tightly like a koala bear while he kept her closer like his second skin. The fire that started with her denial of a kiss turned into a blaze that was evident in both their eyes.She was still awaiting his move and the reason for the glint in his eyes. She knew it was not going to land in her favor, and that was making her burn more in lust. They were still looking deep into their eyes when she felt his hand leaving her hips and trailing towards the collar of her shirt. He squeezes his swollen breast a little while trailing, making her shudder.He was painfully slow while unbuttoning her shirt, making her squeeze her legs around his torso. The next moment her shirt was lying on the flo

“And?" Sharon asked further. “And?" when Myra questioned her back, Sharon had to roll her eyes and point towards her aching butt, making her blush hard. “With the way you blush, I am not buying that he didn’t hit you there," when Sharon said, a familiar voice asked, “Who hit Myra?" Shock was evident on both their faces when Elijah confronted them. “No one," Sharon quickly replied. “Baby, you just said he hit her. Are you talking about Abram? Did he try to hit her in anger?" he asked in concern. Myra cursed Sharon and gave her one of the deadliest glares. “What she….meant is.." Myra stammered to find an excuse for the second time in an hour. “That Abram hit her with an idea to cover up her pending work," Sharon covered up with her confident smile. “Oh, so he was not angry at you?" Elijah asked Myra. “No, he said, he shouted in front of everyone to make them believe he is not being partial towards me," Myra half lied since it was indeed what he told her inside the cabin. “Good

A thick red was flowing out of the hole where the bullet hit George’s forehead, his eyes staring lifelessly at them. “Fuck!" Ronan roared, raking his head.“We needed him alive. God knows how many like him are still around." He kicked the wall in frustration while Abram was at ease, knowing he finally got his revenge. He not only avenged Zara but also Myra.After giving out his statement and the watch holding the recorded statement, Abram drove towards his apartment. A smile plastered over his face thinking there were no more hurdles between him and Myra. The only problem left to sort out was facing her parents, but he was ready for the challenge with Myra by his side.It was past midnight when he reached home. He quietly opened the door and saw M

“I know you were angry at me about last night. We will go out tonight. Anywhere you want to,” Abram still hoped it was all a joke Myra was pulling on him.“Denial will not lead you anywhere,” came her reply.“You said you will give me a chance,” Abram finally broke down.A chuckle was heard before she said, “I never said I will not divorce you.” He felt like someone harshly pulled the ground under his feet. The memory of him saying the same to Myra flashed before him, and the pain of what she went through at the time seeped through every vein of him. “Why—” he couldn’t speak, his chest constricted as if someone squeezed it hard.“Retribution, baby. What goes around comes around. You left me with unanswered questions. Now it’s your time to feel the agony I went through,” and with that, the call got disconnected.He hastily called back to tell her about his mother. He no longer cared what Myra would think about him. All he wanted was to tell her the truth and beg her for a chance. How

Abram frowned on seeing the familiar endearment he used for Myra and how it was written messily. It was the name he gave to Myra, and only both of them knew about it. Something clicks Abram, and he runs towards the same place that person bumped into him. When he came out of the doctor’s cabin, he knew that only his car keys were inside his pocket. When he thought back, he felt something was wrong with the dead body he saw.The moment he rushed towards the spot, he started asking the passersby and the nurses if they had seen a guy pushing a stretcher. He searched the entire floor as well as some house doctor’s cabin who were doing a check-up of the outpatients, earning a glare from them. To his sorrow, no one seems to notice it.He was sure it was not a prank played by anyone, and in fact, it was Myra asking for help. He dreaded thinking about what situation she was stuck into. When his frantic search didn’t earn him any result, he immediately called Ronan and narrated everything.“Are