LOVE ME PLEASE

LOVE OR OBSESSION

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Hello everyone :)

Before y'all proceed to read this next chapter, I'd like to mention that whatever I write is totally fictional and I do not relate to or support any of this stuff. It's entirely written for entertainment purposes. 

I request that if any of you don't like scenes that are toxic or implies the sinful behavior of any of the character, please feel free to leave my story because I don't need any kind of criticism regarding what I should write or not write.  

That's it. And one more thing I wanted to share is that I lost my grandpa a few days ago. May his soul rest in peace. 

Enjoy the chapter ;)

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EMRIC's POV:

I placed the perfectly crispy bacon on the breakfast table and poured two cups of coffee. My playlist was on shuffle while I flipped omelets. I examined the table; everything was placed precisely by 7:55 am. I put the omelets in once they were done and sat down in my usual seat.

Maya and I didn't have a perfect marriage, and we weren't the ideal husband and wife to each other, but our breakfast routine was always consistent. The routine never changed. It has always been in exact order and on time. Every morning, I wake up before 6 am, go for a run, come back, get a shower, change, and make breakfast with the same menu of bacon, toast, omelets, and coffee with no sugar. Mostly it's the same until Maya gets something changed on the menu board that's stuck to the fridge.

I get settled down on time, and at exactly 8:00 am, she comes downstairs in her weekly coordinated clothes. She has a colour palette seven days a week. She didn't have this until we got married. I was the one who started it and slowly she blended in with me. I never forced her to do it, but she did it anyway.

Monday goes by white, Tuesday with blues, Wednesday with greens, Thursday with yellows, Friday with purples, Saturday with blacks, and Sunday with greys.

I once asked her why she did it and her answer was, "I do it for you. I love when we're coordinated, by clothes and by minds." Yet not by heart.

"Good morning, Ems," Maya chirped. I looked at my watch. She was at 8 a.m. She wore a yellow tulip dress. It reminded me of the sunflower-printed shirt Thea wore the morning I stayed with her for breakfast. She looked wonderful—mature and responsible.

"Ems?" Her fingers clicked in front of me. I snapped out of my trans. What the heck? I'm not supposed to think about her.

"Huh—you look stunning, Maya," she smirked, flipping her straight black hair. "Morning!" I leaned closer to kiss her. This is also a part of our routine.

She wiped her lipstick off my lip while her soft black eyes held the power to destroy the world.

"Let's start breakfast!" We begin as she stated. She served me while I did the same for her. We smile and start our breakfast. What a flawless couple we are!

I noticed her bandage was gone. It has been almost a week since her accident, and her bruises have started to fade. She had perfectly hidden them as she never lets herself appear as a weak woman.

She gets it from her mom. Both are business partners. Maya and her mom own a jewellery business that gives lakhs of returns annually. She started this business a year before we got married and now her business was growing globally.

Apart from being my wife, she was a great businesswoman and a wonderful daughter who's rich and lives a sophisticated life with her husband in a two-story house on a hill with a great view of the city. Maya and I didn't agree on buying this property. She always wanted to stay close to the city and the chaos, and I always wanted to stay away from the chaos. I needed peace and calmness. Just like every couple, we argued, but eventually, she agreed with me. I still remember what she said while signing the papers: "I'm only signing this because I love you and if you want something so deeply, I'll give it to you."