Zara’s P.O.V. Flashback “Zara… Zara...beti…listen to me … I won't let you destroy your life marrying that thrash. ...no..... it's not going to happen," Mumma said following behind me as I kept marching towards dad’s study room. “Mumma either I will marry him or no one else and stop calling him with names because if you wish or not but he is going to be your son -in law.” Opening the door, I barged inside the room and took a seat on the sofa which was placed at the corner. Dad was studying some files and seeing us inside he lifted his head and gazed at us. A soft fatherly smile appeared on his face watching my frowned face. “Dad what did he say?” I asked anxiously. He removed the spectacles he was wearing and placed them on the side carefully. “Listen Nawab Sahab, I won't let my daughter marry that orphan,” Mumma snarled. Yesterday she was ready for this marriage and now she is changing her decision. I ignored her as I did every day. “He said, he is ready for this marriage, tod
Aslan p.o.vI stood in front of the court and to gain her attention ordered my driver to press the horn of the honk. She flipped at my direction hearing the honking sound and our eyes connected. Capturing her attention, I opened the door of the car for her to get inside.An unsaid action which I was pretty sure she got the hint. While studying her movements I couldn’t stop admiring her who stood with naivety and utter beauty. With white and pink Kurti - trouser she looked divine. Her straight hair loose open and few strands of her lock caressed her cheek. I inhaled deeply in pure want to brush them off from her pinkish cheeks.The rigid and tension in her posture didn't go unnoticed by me, but now I won't stop. I so desperately want her to come back without causing any issue in front of her dad. She diverted her attention back to her mother who I was well aware busy influencing any decision she took in my favour.‘Jaan(my life) for once come back to me. I swear I will get things right
Author"Hafsa, what can you do? She is madly in love with that boy." Rihan's mother said sipping the cup of tea."This is not right Ruma. My daughter is naive like me. The mistake I made left scar in my dignity and the same mistake she is committing falling in love with that lowlife. Like every mother I too want my daughter to be happily married. But with someone who actually deserves her. And that person is none other than your son. These low-class people can never love someone truly. They only know one language and that is money. They befriend with rich people for their sake of benefits." Hafsa said with calm yet serious look.Both the best friend was having a cup of tea in the lawn. Her past flashed infront of her eyes. A naive girl in a deluxe hotel room waiting for her lover who went out to book flight tickets. Four hours since the man left and hadn't showed up. She waited and waited until it was midnight. Hafsa inhaled deeply ruminating her past. "But that boy doesn't seem to
Zara p.o.vWhat is his problem? Always high in sex. I mused while wearing my long dress. On our first night I felt like he has some feelings for me but I was so wrong. It was just the heat of the moment and like a hopeless teenager I expected something which he was always capable to bestow on others but not on me.Rest of the other nights when he kept me locked in the room was just his need. Only mere physical relation. He has to answer me why he wants me back in his life. It's not that he wants me out of love. He is capable of anything but love me. And not to mention his pervert ways. All this though kept swirling inside my mind while I stepped out of the washroom closing the door. My eyes surveyed the room and he was nowhere to be found. When I was brought here at that time, I was fast asleep. It was meaningless to ponder who put me on the bed as I very well know it's him. He informed me in the car that we will stay few days in a farmhouse far away from the city and the rea
Author The morning came as usual and Zara stir on the bed. Yarning lazily, she sat down on the bed stretching her upper limbs. Blinking her eyes, she darted around her surrounding and every incident from yesterday like a reel started playing infont of her eyes.Last night she was sleeping on his chest. She was crying. He was consoling her. After that she couldn’t recall when her eyes closed and she landed in a deep slumber. She had a peaceful night after three months and two weeks. As much she denies but deep inside her heart, she knew that it was because of him. Keeping aside her thought she stepped towards the washroom and did her morning duties. After taking a cold shower she entered back inside the room in her bathrobe. Her eyes landed on both the trolly bag and unzipping one of it. She took an elegant maroon colour chiffon kurti and golden tights. Standing infront of the mirror she combed her wet locks with her fingers and dapped her lips with pink shade lip gloss, she put som
Author.It was 6 in the evening when Zara wore the black party wear suit. She had straightened up her hair and kept it open. The pendant necklace with ruby stone was a gift from her mother on her last birthday. She graced it on her neck trying the knot. With some eyeliner and lipstick, she was ready to go. Pleating her dupatta on the left side of her shoulder, she sprayed some perfume and slipped her feet inside platform heels. Glancing at her own reflection she made her path out of the room. Aslan was in his black and grey three-piece suit. He was loitering in the hall waiting for her appearance. When he saw Zara, he looked twice on her way. Kill me girl!!! If looks could kill then probably, he would have died end number of times. A deep sigh of craving escape from his heart. Black colour enhances her fair skin. He was tempted enough to twist her on his shoulder and take her to the bedroom but restrained himself gulping down the burning desire.Better luck next time!! If it was
18+ Matured and explicit content ahead. A well knowledge person once said that- You can have sex with anyone but the pleasure of sex with the one you love is beyond imagination. ****Author. The bold, restless Zara was nowhere to be seen instead a shy, calm, inexperienced girl was peering at him with 'what are you doing' look on her face. "This is what you have been doing since ages," and swear she could feel the throb of his manhood against her palm and fingers."Whenever you look at me innocently, all I want to do is fuck you senselessly," the way he growled looking intently her heart shuddered. Her ears heated up at his blunt declaration. He was brutally honest with his salacious confession for her. She was staring at him with her same big doe-like eyes. His darkened spheres display his lust and hunger. All his feelings and emotions were spread in front of her raw and naked. He locked their eyes and slowly rubbed her hand in to and foe motion over his manhood. Few drops of sw
Author Zara gazed at him and she could she the content and comfort look on his face. His eyes shut and nose flared controlling himself not to go wild. And the moment he opened his eyes and tilted his head down and he looked like a lion watching its hunt. Aslan sank down on top of her and encircled both her hand around his neck.After that his hand rested in between her hair. Her stiff nipples poked his chest teasing his desires. He slowly pulled his dick to shove inside with a gentle force. Zara lifted her back tensing will the thrust. "Relax baby... "He hissed gritting his teeth. When he felt her breath normal, he buckled up his action. After five soft movement he increased thrusting burying deep filling her to the hilt. Zara was moaning as pure pleasure consumed her. Hearing her musical moan, Aslan desire intensified and slammed hard and rough. Her toes curled up feeling the sensation building inside her core as her inner walls narrowed for release. Her fingers dug between his