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HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR THIRTEEN
AYRA’S POV:The sight that shocked me and scared for an instant was him, standing at the side of the kitchen counter with his arms grabbing the aisle. His breaths were heavy as he was taking deep breaths to keep him sane.“Oh…I am so sorry”I wasn’t sorry because I intruded his privacy.I wasn’t sorry because I disturbed him at that hour.I wasn’t sorry because he was looking in a miserable state at that time.I was sorry because he was shirtless.Yes shirtless. That was the first thing that shocked me and made me almost jumped on my toes.“A-are you okay?” I asked as I kept myself on my spot when he looked above at me with his red blood shot eyes. There were red lines patterning his sclera. His hairs were a little disheveled giving evidence that he was in his sleep.Is he in pain?“G-get the f**k out of here?” He growled making my breath hitched as my heart almost came out of my throat when he growled like that. Is he on drugs?“S-sorry.” I wanted to turn on my heels and run away fro
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FOURTEEN
AYRA’S POV:“You have to be close to him?” Abroo said to me and I looked at her with weird and scared expressions both at the same time.“I am close to Mrs. Johara.” I told her as we both were meeting again after the whole week. Today Mrs. Johara and Sabreena didn’t come with me as they were disappointed by their last time encounter with girls. We were meeting at the same place where we met before and that too at the same table. She ordered the same thing as before and I ordered a juice.“She is not the mastermind. She only knows what is happening in the mansion but you have to take revenge from Zaroon.” She added trying to make me understand that I couldn’t get gain anything if I ignore Zaroon.“She is his mother. She knows everything about him.” I tried to make a reason at which she glanced up at me by taking a sip from her mocha with a small gentle smile that enhanced her beauty even more.“Are you scared of Zaroon?” She asked not with a smirk but with a small gentle smile but stil
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIFTEEN
AYRA’S POV:I entered Mrs Johara’s room as it was finally time for her therapy and again, she was trying to dodge that in every way possible but I was getting used to that and that’s why I directly reached her room after Akeel bhai dropped me home after picking me up from the restaurant.“I hope you have taken your medicine Mrs Johara. I am not going to hear any excuses. You are very…” I was talking in my own era as soon as I entered the room but my words stopped coming out of my mouth when I saw him sitting on the couch in front of the bed where Mrs Johara was seated.“Oh…I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I said as I realized that the room had some air filled with seriousness. They were having a serious talk judging by the look on Mrs Johara’s face.“You didn’t. Continue the therapy.” I was about to escape his dark raven eyes fixated on me when he stopped me by standing up from his position. His closed the button of his vest and bowed his head in front of Mrs Johara to take greetings whic
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SIXTEEN
AYRA’S POV: He didn’t even glance at me. He didn’t stay for another second after making the announcement and left leaving me alone to look at the shocked faces of Mrs Johara and Sabreena. I kept standing there as I didn’t know what to do. Opening my mouth and then closing it like a fish was all I did looking at both of them.“I knew it.” After a long awkward moment of silence Sabreena clapped her hand making me look at her but Mrs Johara’s eyes were all fixed on me. I looked at Sabreena with dumbfounded expressions as she added. “He looks at her differently. I knew there was something going on. I can’t believe you are going to be a family member.” She was gleaming with excitement.There were so many things with which I could do objectifications but my mind stuck with her very first statement.He looked at me differently?How?“Can you leave us alone?” For the first time in a while the room was filled with Mrs Johara’s voice as it was deadly serious. Sabreena’s smile died down as I co
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SEVENTEEN
AYRA’S POV:“…nikkah will be first. The rest of the functions will be after that.” I told him. I told him everything after gathering enough courage to do so. It was hard but once I started letting the words come out of my mouth, they started forming a shape and somehow got delivered to him. The thing that kept me on edge was his utter silence from the other side of the phone. He didn’t even yell or showed any kind of expression so that I could get the idea of how he was dealing with this news. Even I was in shock.“Why didn’t you say no?” He asked after a long pause of silence as my breath quickened.“I can if you want me to.” I said obediently. He knew better than me.“I am asking you. Why didn’t you say no?” He asked again. This time his voice had the edge that shook me a little. He was about to yell. I guessed.“Because…I thought that then…I would be close to him. I am not getting any close to him now although I am to Mrs. Johara.” I baffled as I didn’t say anything at that time be
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR EIGHTEEN
I took a deep breath not for the first time but for the hundredth time in one single day. Today was the day. Our Nikkah!The day when I was going to assign myself to Zaroon Durani. The person that I claimed to hate till my last breath and today I was going to be his wife.The deep breathing wasn’t helping the fact that I was going to tie myself with the person who had his hands painted with my family’s blood.I looked down at my henna coated hands as there was a simple design not much but still my hands were burning because this henna was drawn under his name. The burning pain erupted from my hands and reached the left area of my chest to ache there. I was feeling suffocated but I didn’t show that to anyone but with every passing second my chest was getting constricted making difficult for me to breathe. The time for my biggest sacrifice was coming near but I could do anything for my parents and the next generations coming so that they could be saved from Durani’s wrath. They didn’t d
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR NINETEEN
AYRA’S POV:I couldn’t meet his gaze as he was one foot away from me towering over me with his tall posture. He had a hard rock chest as the urge to touch that and feel the warmth suddenly erupted in my chest from nowhere and the way my thoughts drifted to something very inappropriate made my face flushed and my cheeks tinted with pink color as I’d never thought this day would come when I would think about touching Zaroon Durani.He was looking at me intently as I could feel his intense burning gaze on my face as I could feel the intensity even through my veil.My heart beat quickened only to engulf his woodsy scent that numb my brain for a moment making in intoxicated by the addiction. His scent enveloped from all the sides as he forwarded his hand and grabbed mine. The crowd was still silent as I wasn’t paying any attention to them.My breath hitched at the contact of our skin when I glanced up at him only to regret later. My gaze got locked with his raven black eyes as I felt that
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY
AYRA’S POV:I thought it would embarrass Areej but it didn’t instead she rolled her eyes with mischief dancing in her them. Sabreena pursed her lips in a thin line while Aysham cheeks tinted pink because of Areej’s words. I on the other was praying for the earth to yawn and take me inside it. It was embarrassing.“Well. We should get going. Remember you have a dinner tomorrow night with us.” Aysham dragged everyone with her leaving us alone as Areej yelled. “Best of luck for your wedding night.” I knew she was teasing me because my face got paler with her every word.I glanced at him through my thick eyelashes as she was looking at them going away with his head shaking. There wasn’t any expression on his face but amusement was dancing in his eyes, His eyes were pure as it was depictable unlike his face which remained most of time expressionless.Panic stricken to my core as we were both left alone and even the wind blowing outside was making it sound evident between us. His gaze turne
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