My Husband's Vengeful Hatred

"Strip".

His voice send chills down my spine and shocked me to my core. Strip. Does he really told me to Strip like a prostitute.

" Don't make me say again, pigeon" He said while nuzzling into the column of my neck. My eyes teared up, he is serious. I am not dreaming.

My breath hitched as his hand traveled to my cleavage and a yelp escape from my mouth as he yanked my hair and twisted them in his hold.

"I see, you want me to do work, fine by me" He snarled and suddenly I felt a burning sensation on my arm and I got up from his lap.

I rubbed my arm where he burnt me with his cigarette and looked at him with teary eyes. Before I could say anything, he pulled me again.

And this time I met with his hard chest, dread settled inside me, "pigeon, let me see the body that you show others" He said and tear down my dress in one go.

I felt sharp slices cutting my arms and drawing out blood, he cut me with a knife. A sob wreck through my chest at the intense pain "Abram--" I let out shaky whisper of his name in pain.

"I must say you really, are full at places where woman are most desirable" He said and I didn't even realize that he had managed to uncloth me, I was half naked.

I covered my bra claded chest with my hands, try to save little bit of dignity left "why hide, wife I am your husband, don't you dare to hide it from me" He said and forcefully removed my hands from my chest.

In a swift moment he cut my bra straps, along with drawing out blood from his knife. It hurts it hurts a lot.

The front of my bra fell off and I saw his eyes darkened at the sight of my exposed breast.

"Abram, please" I say and tried to cover my breast again but before I could put my hand on them, he removes them with a jerk and pushed me on the bed.

My breast bounced back and forth and in a swift moment, he tore away my panty and now I was fully naked and vulnerable in front of him.

It was nothing sort of erotic but painful, the deep cuts he gave are hurting me.

He gazed me with his sinful gaze, is he really going to rape me? That night he was drunk so I had some power, but how will I stop him now.

"Abram please, don't do this, you don't want to do this" I begged slid upwards, but he held my legs and turns me around, on my belly.

My heart thudded with tredipidation, tears streamed down from my eyes. No, I can't get raped, I will loose myself, I will die if I get raped by my own husband.

"What a nice ass you have, wife. Tell me how many men has touched these smooth globes" He say, and I feel disgust at his words.

I can't even recognize his voice anymore.

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Meera ~

"I wish you died the day you were born" Keeping a straight face, she let her heart shatter into pieces as her father spouted Venomous words into her ear.

Isn't she the luckiest bride in this world? Who gets to hear such words from her own father, 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 her it is nothing but a sham.

She is marrying her sister's fiancee, the man she loves with her whole heart but he does not love her back.

Donned in 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 greatest designer for the beautiful bride that was her sister. Her beautiful sister. Whom she--.

She blinked back the tears that were forming in the back of her eyes, as her sister's smiling face flashed across her eyes.

She took a deep breath as the church gate opened and the red carpet followed on the way of the asile waiting for her and her father to walk down.

Guest stood up in respect, some who does not know the truth beamed with happiness and those who knew the half of truth stared in delight, probably waiting for some drama.

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Among them pair of gray orbs followed the walk of the bride. The most beautiful woman in this world, the woman he loves, the woman who own his whole being.

His jaw clenched and with every step of her he felt something getting broken inside of him. She is 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.

*

Each step felt as if she is walking on burnt coal. She should be happy. Isn't it what she wanted, wasn't it was her dream to marry Abram? Then why is she feeling numb?

She should be joyful, after all, what she ever desired and wanted was finally happening. She is going to have her forever with the love of her life.

The man who has her whole heart, body and soul. But she felt nothing, just numb.

Because how could she feel anything, after what she did? It was supposed to be her sister here, not her but she snatched him from her.

She was still in a numb trance when her hand touched something soft bringing her back into the real world.

She looked down at her hand placed in the hand of the man she loved and an electric charge passed through her veins.

The priest started to recite matrimonial vows and told them to follow after him.

She closed her eyes and saw flowers blooming as she recited all the vows with her heart.

The flower riped beautifully, as she firmly promised in front of the Lord to be with him in sickness and health, till eternity her heart belongs to him and only him.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." A lone tear dropped from her eye, she felt calm there was no more chaos in my mind. For a moment she 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" Her breath hitched and she looked up for the first time and her eyes met with the beautiful blue ones, void of any emotion.

How can someone look so beautiful and inhumanly gorgeous? Her heart leaped and she thanked god. She feels grateful, she is grateful.

A sad smile formed upon her lips and she tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck causing him to go stiff, she brought her lips closer to his ear and whispered--

"Even your hatred is mine now, Abram." And kissed on the corner of his lips.

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He grabbed her waist, squeezing the flesh harshly, and she held his shoulder for support but he jerked her hands in a swift moment. He leaned closer, bringing his lips closer to her ear, enough for her to shudder.

Chills ran down her spine, as his hot and ragged breathing burned down to her neck, his hold tightening over her waist painfully, causing her to let out a shaky whimper.

"Then I will make sure, you burn in my hatred" Another lone tear escaped from her eye falling upon her 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 them back and he pushed her away not harsh enough to make it obvious about how much he hated her.

The media captured the photographs, and why not? After all, she is the daughter of the biggest institutionalist in England who just got married to the heir of the wealthiest fortune.

They receive congratulations and blessings but not from their families because this is not what they want, but from the people who are genuinely happy for them. People who do not know the truth.

And in a flash moment, she saw her husband leaving her alone at the altar with his buddies. One of them she knows, Derek looked back at her with nothing but pity.

And she fanned her face trying to hide her embarrassment. She deserves every pity and hatred for life and ever now.

***

Meera longingly watched her mother who was dancing with her 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 of the country.

People are jealous of them. They want to be them, they want to be us , their family. They want to be like James St. Henry James and Paris Lauren James the A- list Hollywood star. Beautiful Actress.

She wanted her mama to be with her and hug her but she know her mother won't hug her anymore, she barely looks at her, her mother also hates her now. Well who doesn't.

She sipped on her drink and uncomfortably shifted on the chair, as the dress which was made for her sister who has model figure has started to bug my fat butt. Yes, she is not obese but she is plump and full which doesn't certainly fit into the beauty standards.

Her eyes wandered around the room full of people dancing and found her mother in law Jessica Oberoi talking to her husband in a serious manner . Who suddenly looked at her with burning hot red anger in his eyes, that almost knocked her breath out.

What are they talking about? She stood up as she saw him walking toward her in long strides and in seconds he was in front of her with his 6.7 feet of height.

He grabbed her hand and and placed another on her waist. Without any explanation he lead her out of the Hotel where dinner was arranged.

He smiled fakely , pretending as if they are going to make love that is why they are leaving, earning chuckles from the guests.

She look back at her parents who look at her with emotionless eyes. Oh how she hoped that atleast she would see the flicker of emotion in my mother's eyes but there was none.

And within minutes she was thrown onto the backseat and her husband just ordered the chauffeur to take us his home.

Her heart thudded inside her chest, as if it's gonna rip out. His home , that means she really married to the man she love, it is not a dream and she is going his home that will be her home from now on.

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Love Piara

Meera ~

'Mimi, I am your big sister I will always love you and protect you. I will never leave you alone my baby sister, never ever.'

Tears streamed down from dull ambers on the porcelain skin, flushed with dark red hues. Vacant eyes staring out of the window, grazing at the bright stars. As she remember her sister's saying.

Her granny once said if she dies then look for her in the stars. And after the death of her grandmother she always grazed at stars and will talk to the brightest among them.

It gave her the calmness in lone nights she needed.

But she did not imagine that someday she would be searching her sister her lottie among the stars.

"I miss you lottie" She whispered and closed her eyes letting the tears fall from her eyes.

She was in her new home in her new room which she is going to share with her husband. It is his room. But he was not here, he left her home and did not come back. It was almost past mid night and still he has not come back.

And he won't, she just know that. Because he hates the mere sight of her. He loathe the ever existence of her whole being.

And as much it hurts her, she still accept his haterd as her punishment. Because his hatred is her salvation her redemption.

And she will accept every punishment for taking away the love of his life, his fiancee, his best friend, she will accept everything he has to give her.

She moved her feet and walked toward the bed, his bed and lay down on the mattress in the dark room.

She has never been here, in this room, on this bed but at this very moment everything felt hers, she feels like as if she has finally reached her home, her final destination.

She turn her face to the side on the pillow and inhaled, it has his smell on it. Even though he is not here, he still feel closer than he has ever felt before.

Is it true that matrimony creates a powerful bond between souls? May be it is true because her heart has never felt more free and at peace than it is feeling now.

She closes her eyes, letting the essence of him lull her into a dreamy sleep. The moon shone brighter and brighter with each passing minute and the moonlight peeking inside the room through window illuminated on her skin makin her glow like a fragile doll.

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Somewhere ~

"You don't have to go home tonight, you can come over my place and we can Netflix and chill just like the old times" a woman in white bodycon dress with auburn hair said.

She leaned forward to the man sitting on the chair, to kiss him but he tilted his head to the side and the kiss landed at nothing. Making the woman groan in frustration.

"For god's sake she is married, stop thinking about her, you have to let her g-o--" Her lips pouted and eyes watered as the man grabbed her jaw painfully and brought her face closer to his and stared dead into her brown orbs with clenched jaw.

"Say that again and I will make sure you never see me again" he gritted out in anger, his gray eyes burning in fury.

"Get out" He barked and the woman smoothed her dress and walked out of the cabin, the tik tok of her six inches heels echoing in the room.

The man took out the picture from his wallet and grazed his thumb over photograph, of smiling Meera.

A smile broke onto his lips as he grazed at the photograph. His Meera looks etheral, her long black hair cascading down till her waist, her skin porcelain, flushed with beautiful hue of red, the ambers of her eyes shone like fire due to sunlight on her face, her full plump pink lips smiling widely at the camera, her milky neck with beautiful moles on it looked enciting.

She looked enciting, there is no one like her. And he will not let her go, never ever.

She is his, only his.

***

The room was dark and Abram walked inside his room, locking the door behind him. He rubbed his temple, as the migraine did not cease only increased.

So much happened just in one day, he is married. He is married to the woman he wasn't supposed to marry.

Woman he does not love, woman who took away something very dear to him. His best friend, his love Charlotte.

His baby blue orbs burned with instant anger as his eyes fell upon the figure lying on his bed, sleeping peacefully.

He moved his feet and took long strides towards his bed and hovered above her.

How can she sleep so peacefully after taking away his peace? Does she not feel any guilt for what she did?

It was supposed to be Charlotte sleeping here not her. How fucking dare she taking her place? How dare she fucking live peacefully?

He leaned down and raising his hand he grabbed her jaw making her eyes snap open and lips pout.

Her eyes watered and tears fell from the corner of her eyes, she tried to pry away his hand but failed.

His grasp over her jaw tightened, causing her to go breathless, she begged through her eyes, but he ignored and brought his face closer to her.

Glaring into her swollen ambers, he spoke "Get the fuck out of my room and never come back" He released her and she moved out of the bed and stood there, casting her eyes down.

She was frightened as well as sad that her husband chose violence and cannot even share a bed with her. How dumb she was to think that she can sleep in his bed when he hates her so much.

She walked closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder and gasped as he pinned her down on the bed, tugging her hands above her head and looked dead into her eyes.

Right now his eyes took the color of midninght blue, darker than everything , they gazed at her with intense hatred making her heart clench with pain.

She can't bear his hatred for her, she thought she can but she just can't.

Her lip quiver and a sob rip through her throat "Abram please, I am so sorry, please forgive me, please" She begged and he released her again and laughed and laughed and laughed. Like a maniac.

"Get out" He barked "Abram please I am so--rry" She winced in pain as he dragged her out of his room by her hair. And shut the door.

Meera slid down on the floor, her wails echoed in the empty home, there was no one to listen to her pain.

She cried for her Husband, she cried for her sister, she cried for herself but she is the one at fault. She brought it upon herself.

"Only if that night fate was reversed".

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Love Piara