AYRA’S POV:“Let’s go out. There’s a very beautiful place. You guys can have a very romantic date there.” Matilda came inside the kitchen making me cover my bare legs as much as I could. I knew I was beetroot by then but I was amused by his expressions also.“Date. With you?” He raised an eyebrow as was about to exit the kitchen when he turned around to look at Matilda sarcastically.“Of course not with me. But I should go with you to make you familiar with this place.” She started talking and he went upstairs leaving me alone with her. “Well. Were you seducing him?” She winked at me as my eyes became as wide as saucers making me cover myself more but failed in that attempt.For the matter of fact, he was the one seducing me for wearing nothing but a trouser. He didn’t have the right to look so good. My body wasn’t as good as compared to him. With his body he should be with a model right now.“No. He was cooking.” I said as the image of him playing with me downstairs erupted in
AYRA’S POV: Matilda is a fashion designer as she is the CEO of her own very prestigious company and had a very successful reputation in that field. She glanced at my wardrobe and disapproved more than half of my belongings. She only laid eyes for more than a few seconds on that dove colord long frock reaching till my ankles. I wore 6 inch heels beneath that Areej gifted me on my wedding gift. She basically gifted a set of things and heels were one of them. After glossy makeup and I allowed my hairs to fall down in waves I grabbed my purse and phone to head out. “You look like an angel. He must be head over heels for you.” Matilda chirped smiling at my final look as I tried to smile but blush crept up my cheeks.“I can’t say anything about him.” I mumbled more to myself as he was paying for what Duranis had done. He saved Abroo because he wanted to pay. He waited for me because he wanted to pay. He was trying to lessen the effect of sins his father and brother had done. That didn’
AYRA’S POV: We ate with only a small conversations between me and Matilda because he decided to chose silence like he always did. I didn’t mind though as long as he kept his hands to himself which he did the rest of the breakfast. “I’ve to go so you guys can finally be alone on your honeymoon. I am glad you have me your permission to rile him up.” Matilda whispered to me as we were heading out of the restaurant while he asked the valet to bring his car. We bid goodbye to Matilda as she had some fashion emergency at her company leaving us two alone. “Where are we going?” I asked as our car came to stand in front of us. “Wherever you want to go.” He rasped and I felt my spine shudder at the warmth of his words. “I want to walk.” I said and started walking towards the exit gate and then I heard him saying park back the car. Few seconds later his footsteps were matching the pace of mine.He simply just walked beside me and I without taking into consideration the fact that I w
AYRA’S POV: It was a matter of dignity as and as well as it was a matter something about not breaking any rules. His words kind of scared but also filled me with thrill. None of his words made me run away from him and that alone made me realize I was getting into something that I would regret later. I was getting out of place which felt not lady-like but I spent my whole life being in space that was confined to me by others. I just wanted to expand that an inch as I want to breathe for my own. That’s important if I wanted to live my life. For me life was to be born, survive this world and die and no one could have changed my mind for that at that time but I didn’t know this grump dangerous man would change my thoughts as now I was going to figure skating not because someone was forcing but because I wanted to. “First try to stand still.” He ordered as he let go off me making me whined inwardly but I wanted to act like a grownup at that time but within a second I held the railing b
#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
AYRA’S POV:“If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart then you’re allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.”My sister used to say as she was a book nerd well philosophical nerd as she thought she was old enough to read the fiction ones. I never understood this quote because I could never stop myself doing exactly what she was negating by that quote.I couldn’t understand her as I used to read fiction books but she liked to enhance her knowledge but now when I think about that I could get easily that her life was far better than a fictional world. She had everything. A happy life which included a healthy relationship with her parents and the most important element, for which people divert towards fiction world, was the person she was immensely in love with when she was in twenties. I couldn’t get to the depth of their relationship as fate didn’t give me the chance for doing that.I lost her and my parents when I was
As I kept walking beside Sabreena I couldn’t stop myself to stop gawking at the beauty of the mansion. Every piece of architecture and even paintings were giving the touch of royalty and tradition along with the modern touch as there were glass walls which were enhancing the beauty of the corridors. They were extremely rich and they liked to show that too. “Assalamualikum ma’am.” Sabreena said after knocking at one of the doors as she was in front of me so I couldn’t see the inside of the rooms. “Walikum Asalam. Another one is here again?” A rough but warm voice came as Sabreena got a greeting back as she stepped aside so I could be visible to the woman in her fifties. She was lying on the bed with the duvet covering her feet. Her hairs were all white as they showed the wisdom just like the sparkle in her eyes. She was old but the sparkle in her light was dim not dead. I didn’t like how I felt warmth in her eyes as it should be the other way round. “Yes, she is here.” Sabreena said
AYRA’S POV:“Well, that must be the famous saying at that time.” I mumbled as she smiled too getting out of her thoughts. She must have missed her friend.I didn’t like the way I liked her in a motherly manner because I came here just so that this family could feel the way that they made me felt and what I felt was painful. To be honest I never wanted anyone to feel the same way but that’s the cruel part of revenge. You have to becomes unbothered by the genocide happening around you because you want them to realize what type of destruction they had brought in your life. Some forgive and some stand up and my uncle made me do the latter one. Before him I was just thriving for survival but now, I had a new goal in my life.Johara bibi was physically unfit and unable to walk since she had met an accident years ago and my uncle knew that and that is why he invested in me to become a therapist. I could get paid a lot if I had started working in a clinic but my uncle didn’t let me. According