My Husband's Vengeful Hatred

Meera ~

"I wish you 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.

Ain'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 greatest designer for the beautiful bride, and that was my sister. My beautiful sister. Whom she--.

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

I took a deep breath as the church gate opened and the red carpet followed on the way of the asile waiting for me and my 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.

Third person pov~

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.

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 I am 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 saw flowers blooming as, I recited all the vows with her heart.

The flower riped beautifully, as 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 and 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 on 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 me.

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 receive congratulations and blessings but not from our families , because this is not what they want, 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 deserves every pity and hatred for life and ever now.

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 of 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. Beautiful Actress.

I wanted my mama to be with me and hug me but I know my mother won't hug her anymore, she barely looks at me, my mother also hates her 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 has model 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 . Who suddenly looked at me with burning hot 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 and placed another on my waist. Without any explanation he lead me out of the Hotel where dinner was arranged.

He smiled fakely , pretending as if we are going to make love that is why they 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 atleast 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 his home.

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

Love Pia.