Meenbabe One-shots

Jealousy

Meena's grip on the steering wheel tightened as she accelerated down the highway, the car cutting through the night like a bullet. Aoom sat beside her, her knuckles white as she clutched onto the door handle, her heart pounding in her chest.

— Meena, could you fucking slow down! — Aoom pleaded.

But Meena's anger boiled beneath the surface, fueling her reckless driving. — I can't believe you! — she spat, her words sharp as daggers. — Why were you posing like that? You were acting like a fucking slut —

Aoom's eyes widened in disbelief. — Like a what?? I dare you to say that again. —

The atmosphere in the car was thick with unspoken words, Ice glanced nervously between the two, unsure of what to say to ease the tension between her friends.

— Girls please let's take it easy, huh? That's no need to fight like this. — Ice tries

— She was the one who hit me in front of everyone! Just because I was doing my goddam job? She's being crazy over nothing. — Aoom crossed her arms.

But Meena's jealousy clouded her judgment, and she refused to listen. With each passing mile, the tension in the car escalated, threatening to tear them apart.

As they neared Ice's apartment, Meena slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt. Ice opened the car door to leave but came back, touching Meena's shoulder — Please try to calm down and don't do anything wrong, she has a photo shoot tomorrow so just try to talk this through. — She pleaded.

— Oh, we're going to have a really good conversation when we get home, don't worry. — Meena said with venom in her voice.

Aoom sat in stunned silence for a moment, her heart heavy with regret and anticipation. As Ice stepped out of the car, leaving Meena and Aoom alone in the tense silence of the night, Aoom took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation that lay ahead.

Meena started driving again, anger radiated off her in waves, and Aoom knew that they needed to resolve this before it tore them apart.

— Meena, please — Aoom began after a while braking the silence, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. — I understand that you're upset, but calling me names and accusing me of things I didn't do won't solve anything. — 

Meena's jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with fury. — Don't act like you're innocent, Aoom. You know exactly what you did. —

Aoom shook her head, her frustration mounting. — I wasn't flirting with anyone, Meena. You saw it! She was the one pulling me in and hugging me. What was I supposed to do? And I was just posing for a photo, like always. You're blowing this way out of proportion. —

— I don't care, you should have set boundaries but instead you acted like you enjoyed it, I won't tolerate such behavior. — she spat while parking the car in the garage.

As Meena and Aoom step into the apartment, the air between them is electric, thick with the lingering tension of their unresolved argument. Meena's anger simmers just beneath the surface, but there's something else there too—an undeniable, raw intensity that both frightens and excites her.

Aoom hesitates in the doorway, her breath catching in her throat as she feels the weight of Meena's gaze. The door remains slightly ajar, as if offering a way out, but she knows she's already too deep to turn back. Her heart races, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words.

Meena's eyes flick to the open door, then back to Aoom. — Close the door — she says, her voice low but commanding. Aoom's fingers tremble as she obeys, the soft click of the door sealing them in together, cutting off the outside world.