Zara1 week after marriage - Unable to control the overwhelming rage flooding my veins I reach the tall tower of his office building. My strides long and purposeful as I make my way through all the cabins and employees’. Some recognised me and greeted on my way but I say nothing because if I open my mouth, I will only snap on those poor souls. My lips tremble with rage and hurt and I barely can control myself till I reach his office room.“Mrs. Wali... Mrs. Wali.” The girl from the reception counter came running my way but I already twisted the door knob and she stops mid-way.“Out.” I shot her a warning glare and slammed the door on her face.“Before I turn his surprise filled voice enters my ears. “Zara.” I turned my head and spot him rising from his comfortable chair. He got to his feet but before he approaches me, I march towards him.I threw all the pictures at his face. He closed his eyes due to its impact. The rectangle size pictures scattered all over the floor near his fee

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

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

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

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