HIS INNOCENT BRIDE

PROLOGUE “You want me to tell you who you belong to?” His voice was dangerously slow as his hand was wrapping the belt around his knuckles. “I-I…didn’t…I…a…joke…” The intensity of his gaze didn’t let me explain anything as I was trembling like a withered leaf in front of him. “You need to know.” His eyes were getting darker as his accent was getting thick. “Open them. Open them wide for me. Let’s start your classes in which you will know who you belong to.” He said as he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down making my scream to echo in the silence of the room. INTRODUCTION Aysham Zubair, a nineteen year old girl with the positive attitude after everything she had gone through. She was grateful for everything in her life until Farzan Shah entered her life. Farzan Shah, a twenty-nine year old billionaire never tolerates a single disorder in his life especially when they are wrapped around lies. Just in order to teach a person a life-long lesson he came across Aysham Zubair a girl wh

AYSHAM’S POV: “Yes.” I mumbled as my lips were quivering with my fingers trembling fisting my skirt.He signed it looking at me as if challenging me to stop it. But how could I?“Sign it.” I was standing like a statue when my aunt came forward and seethed near my ear. At that time I realize that I hadn’t left the sight of those forest green eyes for once. I tore my gaze and turned towards my aunt with terrible shivering.“Aunt please.” I trembled looking at her for mercy but she was far from that.“Listen to me. Don’t you want to repay us for what we did for you? They will take Beela then.” Her anger subsided with helplessness at the end but she forwarded the pen and papers in front of me.I didn’t dare to look into those forest green eyes with that intensity in them. He was just standing with his hands in his pocket making everyone to look timid against him. He had this dominant aura that was making everyone to look small.Ever so slowly I took the pen from my aunt’s fingers and sig

I escaped the room with dead feet as I closed the door behind me gently in order to not irk the nerves of that beast anymore. Looking at the empty corridors with slumped shoulders I walked towards the sitting area of this section and collapsed on the couch as there was a large 70 inch LED in front of me. The cleaned screen of that LED was giving a picture of my entire appearance.The veil I had covered gently around my curves was now in my hand. The bare waist was on display because of all the wriggling and squirming in his brutal hold my skirt was lowered a little revealing my belly button. Unconsciously I grabbed my throat as the moment flashbacked in front of my eyes making my eyes teary. I looked around but I was alone as it seemed like a golden cage. I tilted my head and glanced at that closed door which I assumed was his room in which I was sleeping with authority. Shaking my head I covered my waist with my skirt before wrapping the veil around me completely. I true hard to

"Me I suppose." He didn't enter the kitchen as he was just standing by the sliding door frame with his hands inside his pockets. The coat he wore this morning wasn't anywhere to be seen as I could see his bulging biceps with his sleeves rolled up towards his elbow revealing how veiny his arms were. I turned around only to find his gaze directly on me. His eyes had the coldest intensity that sent a shiver ran down my spine but still I couldn't lift my gaze away from him. He had that intoxicating affect as I knew that could shatter my existence. He mumbled a coffee to Suzi as she was standing with her head down waiting for his command but he said that looking at me not she and then he left towards his wing. He just came home and its evening. He should be eating this time but no. I think it's his routine."Release it." Muzamil nudged my elbow as I came out of my trance. "Sorry?" I asked as I didn't get him."The breath you are holding in." He elaborated and I realized he was right as

It’s been five days since I was here. And the fact that shocked me was I was still alive. I thought he wouldn’t leave me alive or at least with both legs after hearing Jameel’s death. Hearing his death shocked me but I couldn’t say I was sad over his death. I couldn’t mourn over his death but I did feel bad for Beela. She was head over heels for him. Might be she loved him but she was selfish too. Selfish people only think about themselves. If she wanted Jameel than there would be a reason behind that too. Taking a long sigh, I turned around to walk back towards the kitchen. I, for the first time, came in the garden located at the backside of the mansion. It was filled with plants of vegetables and fruits as it lacked flowers. I was thinking of asking about this from Suzi as there should be flowers too. So that the garden should look more cheerful and colorful. Everything about the mansion seemed dull and dark. Nobody here lives cheerful life. My life wasn’t filled with all the colo