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THIRTY-FOUR

AYRA’S POV:

I glanced at him through my lowered eyelashes as I wanted to say something that could help me to come out of this situation but accepting my defeat and admitting that there’s nothingI moved forward to sit on the small chair in front of the vanity table as he kept standing there with amusement in his eyes as he was eager to prove something.

“I can do it myself.” I let out a weak response although I knew it wouldn’t affect him. Why would he suddenly want to comb my hairs?

Because you challenge him, dumbo.

My conscience answered me and then his harshness and roughness came into my mind. He would definitely wouldn’t let my hairs intact to my skin because first he is a man and then he is a Durani who just didn’t know softness and care and that’s all my hairs needed.

“Do you want me to kneel down cherry?” He asked all off a sudden making me look above at him while breaking the chain of my thoughts. I glanced at him with dumbfounded expressions but he didn’t correct me wit
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