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THIRTY-EIGHT
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HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR THIRTY-NINE
AYRA’S POV:Hss!I winced a little when the thorn from the roses pricked my skin but not enough to draw my blood. I moved the gajra(fresh flowers bracelet) away a little but didn’t remove the bracelet. It was beautiful as it was fresh with its intoxicating fragrance blessing my nostrils and making me inhale the spicy scent to soothe my nerves. I wasn’t nervous or anxious but still there was the room filled with plenty of people eyeing me up to down assessing me from my every move. That’s how they judge people just by one glance but in reality you need to spend some time with that particular person just to know how much evilness and pureness is residing inside him. No one is pure evil or pure virtuous. The ideal case never exists and still people think that they have the right to judge others. Areej gave me a whole lecture about how I had to ignore people gazes and remarks because she had tried to shut them up a multiple times but they never stop. She still did that as she refused
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY
AYRA’S POV: “Yeah they should be punished. Do you people have anything to say in your explanation?” Mrs Johara asked looking at them with her sharp eyes as they all were standing with their head bowed down.“Is it a crime to see your wife’s dance?” Muzamil bhai asked out of no where as I could easily here giggling from the crowd where the bachelor girls were gawking at these grown men as if they were available. Well they weren’t. All were married. “Don’t start with me. Others were also dancing. You weren’t supposed to see that.” Mrs Johara glared at them without taking any serious consideration of his words.“Do you think we had time to see others. I have my wife. Why would I glance something else?” Farzan bhai explained as they shook their heads in agreement showing their brotherhood at that time.“Yes ma’am . We have eyes only for our wives. We didn’t waste our time to look at others.” Akeel also spoke for the first time in a while as all those three girls were standing at th
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-ONE
AYRA’S POV: I have touched him plenty of times but each time my heart beat fast than before making my nerves to jump one an other. I had only applied paste on his one cheek as his other cheeks was left but since I had a heart that lives inside of me but thinks of everybody else except me didn’t let me stop him but it urged me to say something different. I knew there was one part of my brain that loved to handle my heart as it is always the brain. Heart just abide by the rules and regulations the brain had published in that one policy room of it. I think that policy room comes within you when you are born like genes you are bestowed with. The heart is bound to these regulations or the allegations would be excruciating. Only few people had the audacity to violate these rules and they were famous as traitors as they get the personality of an outcast who refused to survive in the world full of manipulators and people with different masks covering their real faces. Deep inside majority
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-TWO
AYRA’S POV: Deep down every part of my soul prayed for his words to become a reality as thinking about it made me realize that I could breathe through that willingly. I didn’t want to believe in anything else but that would just make me to put more burden on my soul. I would be happy but there would be always a feeling of guilt in my heart. I couldn’t live with that permanently but I had a feeling that I had to go along with that if it’s temporarily.We were standing close as there was just few inches of space between us as he stopped there. He wanted me to take the further steps. He wasn’t wearing any kurtas like others as their wives must have forced them to do so but he from the start forbade to participate in any of the rituals because according to him they were waste of time and didn’t mean anything. He was just in his white crisp shirt with black pants and as usual he was looking drop dead attractive with his enticing pitch black eyes which went perfectly with his dark rave
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-THREE
AYRA’S POV:It felt so foreign to me as I never did this before even in my imagination. I had read novels but they were mostly nonfiction. I never get to imagined that yet alone have any experience in that.I tried to move my lips but he groaned getting away from me.“F**k!” He let go off me as I his hands weren’t touching any part of me and I suddenly felt cold. There wasn’t any warmth wrapped around me anymore. Did I do something wrong? Didn’t I do it right? I saw people doing that on screen and they were pretty vicious. I couldn’t do that to him even the thought made me shudder in autumn’s cold breeze.“F**K! You are trying to control me.” He groaned to himself as without even glancing at me he ran his hands inside his hairs in frustration and in another second he walked out of the balcony.I kept standing there trying to comprehend what had happened just in few seconds. It was embarrassing but I got curious too. He just rejected me right? Sabrina told me the truth. There
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-FOUR
AYRA’S POV: Something’s wrong with me.I mean who empathize with his enemy. I chewed the straw in between my teeth as I was talking to myself at that time. Glad people were enjoying their own company at the café while I waited for Abroo. Tonight was my reception and here I was waiting for her as we couldn’t get to talk much on phone. Besides Sabrina wanted to go to the salon for facial and I wanted something cold to drink enough though it was winter. I was the person who liked eating ice cream when it’s chilling. It’s a perfect combination even though your hands freeze in order to hold the ice cream cup in my hand. “I am hungry. You better have ordered something.” I was in my thoughts when the chair in front of me got dragged and she appeared in a golden coat. Her eyes were twinkling and she had her hairs in a loose bun. “I ordered Mexican fries.” I smiled informing her as she made a face. “That’ll do although it’s a kids meal.” She said taking ordering coffee for herself.
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-FIVE
AYRA’S POV: The day is finally here! I am officially Mrs Durani or Mrs Zaroon Durani. I had to walk down the aisle with him in that monn colord gown which was expanding to a very beautiful length. My hairs were in a bun with loose strands hanging down kissing my cheeks and neck. The makeup was a little shimmering as it was going beautifully with the dress. I never liked myself more in a mirror than that day. I had a bouquet in my hands as my fingers were adorned with delicate jewelry while they were wrapped around the bouquet of lilies with some pink flowers in between. There was a silver glittery lining at the outline of some flowers to compliment it with my dress. The night seemed glamorous as it was the night of my reception. The last ceremony of a brown desi wedding. “He will come to get you.” Areej mumbled from behind as I took sharp breath before the door opened revealing the hall comprised of eight kanal as it was huge. My girls walked one step behind me with flowers in
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR PROLOGUE
#2 INNOCENT SERIES“What do you think you are doing?” He asked with his eyes getting darker with every passing second.“S-Seducing you.” I mumbled while fidgeting my fingers as his deep breath made the sensitive spot between my legs to throb. That wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It should be the other way round.“And who are you?” He asked as his lowered his head with his warm breath fanning my upper lip. I gulped as my body was visibly trembling. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t. His eyes had these magnets which were attracting every fiber inside my body towards him.“Y-your…y-your…” A lone tear escaped my eyes with my lower lip trembling.“My what?” He rasped as his black raven eyes were dwelling inside my emerald ones as I whimpered when he clenched my hairs in a fist at the back of my neck.“Your whore.” I admitted and he smashed his lips against mine.“Let me treat you like one then.” He growled inside my mouth.*Zaroon Durani a billionaire with his roots dwelled in mafia i
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