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

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

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

AYRA’S POV: “F**k!” He cursed under his breath as he ran a frustrated hand in between his hairs. I really wanted to run my fingers into his hairs just to know how much rough they were mirroring his personality. “You go to sleep. I’ll change whenever I want.” I said as I was about to get down from the bed when he wrapped his arms around my waist and with a little jerk I collided down with his chest. My back got flushed against his chest as I felt his heart drumming. It was beating fast. He had a heart people but I didn’t think he used that. It will soon become rusty if he failed to get that into work or it already has. “You think I can go to sleep now.” He rasped near my ear lobe as I felt his breath fanning the area beneath my ear which was my sensitive spot. My senses got haywire within a mini second as I struggled for breathe. “Don’t you think you ask lots of questions that doesn’t have answers usually?” I asked as I was trying to overcome my hyperventilated state by tryi

AYRA’S POV: “What have you guys done?” Mrs Johara narrowed her eyes at those men who acted like they didn’t have any clue of what was happening. In reality, they didn’t. They left their wives smiling and now they were throwing daggers at them. The feeling of him being with many other women boiled my blood as without having any right on him I still cared to glare at him. “We seriously don’t have any clue.” Muzamil bhai tried to break eye contact with Areej.“Me neither.” Farzan bhai looked concerned seeing his precious wife’s mood turning off.“I…am sorry in advance.” Akeel bhai, like a green flag he was, simply apologized and I bet Sabrina swooned over him in admiration but still decided to continue glare at him. It was cute that they all knew they would even climb Mount Everest just to make up for their wives mood and then there was he who had his pitch black eyes on me.His eyes fixed in my emerald ones followed by his warm graze to kiss every feature of mine. I sat down at