Prologue
The energy inside the club was at the peak; however, aloof from the crowd, there stood a woman in the corner, MAIRA. Although she was with her friend, who was engrossing her in mischievous chat about men around, her eyes tell some other story; sorrow. Dressed in a beige-colored body-hugging dress with bold red lips, she looked nothing less than a seductress, though petite, yet there was something about her that was intriguing.
“Maira, you have to let him go," Sharon, one of her friends, interrupted her thoughts.
Sharon observed how Maira was only holding her drink and was lost somewhere.
Giving her signature smile with a glint of sorrow, Maira replied, “He already left me. Can I do anything now?" With that, she drank her drink in one go.
“Woah! Let's go and burn the dance floor," Maira said, sounding cheerful altogether.
Sharon rolled her eyes at her failed attempt.
The in-house DJ was playing the trance. Maira, who was lost in her daze, was letting the music slowly fade her sorrow away. With each beat, she felt her mind replaying her past in front of her, and one by one, she was letting it out of her memoir.
Suddenly the music seemed to stop, and loud voices could be heard somewhere near the bar counter, designed to look like an underground floor below the club. Maira opened her eyes and saw the same confused expression on her friends' faces. When they noticed that the crowd started gathering towards the railing separating the counter and the dance floor, they immediately walked towards to see the cause.
Maira could hear an angry voice followed by a wail. She could make out a male voice who was yelling profusely while hitting someone. Her instinct suddenly went on high alert on his own, and that seems to have confused her.
Why do I feel scared all of a sudden, she thought while walking briskly along with her friends.
When she had a clear view, she saw the back of a man who was crouched down on someone, clutching the collar and was giving a punch one after the other. She felt her eyelids start fluttering like a bad omen. She didn't have time to register when suddenly she heard the man who was hitting roar, “Son of a b***h, you dare? SHE IS MY WIFE."
She gasped and held her breath as she was too familiar with the voice and the anger behind it. She snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a burning gaze on her, and her black orb immediately locked with the brown one.
Her knees began to give her up, and she felt herself falling; however, Sharon held her. She, too, had the same horrid expression as Maira.
The rage Maira saw in his eyes made her flinch, and the next moment she ran, she ran to save herself before the storm engulfed her. When she came to her senses, she realized she was in one of the restrooms. One look at her reflection froze her.
What she saw was the reflection of a woman who was trembling violently, her face tear-stained which she didn't even realize till now. She put her trembling hands over her mouth to stop her whimpers. Her neighboring girl gave a sympathetic look; however, soon, Maira heard her screaming.
Who the f**k are you? This is the women's restroom, you asshole.”
The next second, Maira's forearm was harshly pulled, and she came across the same angry orbs.
She froze when she realized Abram followed her inside the restroom.
All she saw was fury in his eyes, which was scanning her and her body-hugging dress. His nostrils were flaring like an angry bull.
“What the f**k are you doing here?”
“What the hell are you wearing," Abram yelled while roughly grabbing her by her forearms, making her flinch.
“Please…..," she gulped in fear and continued, “please, you are hurting me."
She didn't know whether she should be happy to see him after two years or she should be afraid of his anger as before?
