Semua Bab My Husband's Vengeful Hatred: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Abram~My hands etched to touch her, hold her, pull her close to me, because it's been a week since I went without touching her, talking to her. I don't even know how I am even surviving. And today in this damn saree, I could feel my patience tearing. She is looking like someone out of world , like an angel. I glanced at my side to look at her and she was looking out of the window, her fingers fidgeting and her palm was still very red. A sensation ran through me, as her slapping Ariana flashed across my eyes. The way her eyes were ablaze, I have never seen her so fierce except that night when Ethan tried to--My grip tightened on the steering wheel, my jaw clenching and suddenly I felt a soft hand on mine "slow down, please" I heard her honey like voice.She was about to remove her hand away, but I quickly grabbed it and interlocked our fingers, she is all I need to calm the chaos of my mind. We reached the destination with silence hung in the car. But this silence wasn't disturbi

Meera~"Davin"." Meera--" I lunged at him and punched him on the pretty nose he have, and grabbing his hair in my fist I scratched his face. Until he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, our breathing hard, my chest heaving up and down, but the sight of his bloodied nose gave me a good satisfaction."I am sorry" He said and and I glared at him "release my hands" I gritted out. "Promise you won't beat me again?" He asks giving me that innocent look through his grey eyes. The bastard even had the audacity to change his voice along with that fucking mask. I sighed and nodded my head, and he released my hand from his tight grip. I got back on my seat "you scared the shit of me Davin" I said, still trying to catch my breath. "Sorry, Mia but I am glad I was the one who got you, and don't you dare to pass through that kind of place again, its not safe" He said. "Drop me home" I said feeling drained out with all that happened in this span of time. First Soumya, then Derek an

Abram~Cold. The coldness of her absence in my arms felt chilling in the warm morning. The warm sunrays peeked through blinds but all I could feel was bitterly cold. Doesn't she like being in my arms? While I crave to be in hers all the time even when she never held me in her arms. I tilted my head slightly and sighed as the right side of the bed was empty, but it was wrinkled, the clear evidence that she was indeed here, slept in my arms all night. Soon wife, soon you will love sleeping beside me instead of leaving me as if I am some whore you spent night with. The bathroom door clicked open and she walked out wrapped in white plush towel like a cute bunny. Her eyes met mine, and she took a deep breath, clutching the towel tightly, as if trying to save herself from my heated gaze. I smirked as her round cheeks reddened. My gaze followed her as she disappeared in the closet and then eternity later she peeked out of the door, only to let out a curse, as her eyes met mine. I p

Meera~Judgement. That is something I always feared, always felt defenseless against judgement.And right now I could feel him judging me, the way his eyes are drilling holes in the back of my head. But he has no right to judge me, when he himself does bad things. I still remember how he beat up Ian that day. Last night, he held me in his arms and I spent the whole night sleeping on his lap. My cheeks heated up, at the memory of the morning when I found myself on his lap and he was already staring at me. He didn't sleep. I don't know where he got this obsession of continuously staring at me, when he abhored the fact that I even existed. And his care, his touchiness is giving me hopes, hopes of him loving me. But I know they are going to shatter because he will never love me. And not after seeing my real fae that night. I spun around and found him already looking at me. There was no judgement in his blue pools. That I feared. Just the emotion that I don't want to acknowlege.

Meera~I looked at stars in the dark sky. They are barely any, today. They were dim, there weren't any shine in them. I wish I could give them some light, so that moon doesn't snatch their identity. But it can't be possible, because moon is only one, but stars are countless. Moon doesn't need anyone to make it shine. "Happy Birthday Lottie". I smiled at the moon, my sister would have been 27 today, if she were alive. But--" Happy Birthday" . I heard an awkward voice of my husband and I slowly look at him, he was standing, in front me. He didn't meet my eyes, because just like me he was also looking at sky. I didn't say anything and averted my gaze from his face. "I love stars, they light up everything" He said and I frowned at him, getting defensive for my theory. "No. Noone loves them" I said. "I don't know about others, pigeon but I love them. Because everyone can claim the moon. And stars they are millions, and you choose one yourself and it becomes yours forever. "He s