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HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIFTY-TWO
AYRA’S POV: I seemed so excited that I saw I asked the driver to roll down the window despite the air that could damage my hair. They were tied up so there wasn’t much problem but I wanted to enjoy the breeze, the view of the road and different kind of people walking down the road with their own culture in hand. It was early in the morning so I saw majority of the people with their dog for a morning walk.He there with a client so I couldn’t expect him to hang out with me as I also expected him to restrain me to just my own hotel room and that would be a disaster. I came here to enjoy as I had decided to enjoy even if that was temporary.“We’re here sir.” The driver informed as I glanced down the building. It wasn’t a hotel as it was a two story house with a beautiful garden in front and back adorned with flowers as one side of the house had long stairs that went down towards a small artificial lake. Is it a rest house? I thought it was because it was beautiful and no one had such
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIFTY-THREE
AYRA’S POV: “Do you even know what being a wife means?” His deep masculine voice rasped as he leaned in towards me enough to make me shudder in the warmth of his embrace and his intoxicating cologne he was wearing at that time. He had few signature colognes as I could tell easily that he has entered the room just by the fragrance of his cologne that hit my nostrils only to paralyze my senses.“She should be caring.” I asked after I nod my head in that silence that was building a bubble around us. Irony was we both were in the same bubble. “What else?” He rasped as we both were whispering even though the whole house was drowning in silence with only the presence of two forms there. My breath got caught in my throat as his hand caressed my thighs sensually upwards until his thumb stopped at the bikini area. My whole body was throbbing with very pulse hammering out at that time and it was embarrassing that he knew what kind of hold he had on me. It should be the other way around.“
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIFTY-FOUR
AYRA’S POV: “Oh my God! You are here. I can’t believe I am seeing you after such a long time.” Both of our attention diverted towards the woman standing in front of the great window wall of the living room as she came out of nowhere making look behind at the open window. Might be she came from the garden directly because we both were guarding the main gate of the house.I immediately jump down from the table as he held me from the waist while muttering something under his breath. Most probably some curse word as he didn’t look so please about the woman.I glanced at her as she was looking a few years younger than Mrs Johara and that made her old enough to treat him like a son and she did as she came forward and grabbed his face kissing his forehead. He kind of saw it coming as his face was emotionless while the woman who seemed very joyful with her voice and with her attire which went perfectly with her shocking purple colord highlights with brown hairs. They were in a bun.“Is t
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIFTY-FIVE
AYRA’S POV: I slept alone. The chirping aunt Matilda was gone after she saw me yawning while my eyes were turning red. She made me eat grilled chicken salad which was light and healthy after such a long flight. I wasn’t in mood of eating anything heavy. She left after sunset and after taking a shower and freshing up I waited for him to never come as I finally drifted to sleep because the one thing I was sure of this that it wasn’t a honeymoon. He was here for work and I was here because might be I would never get the chance to explore Paris again. Ah! It’s the city of love and I am here with the least loving person right now. People should be banned like him here. Smiling at my own thoughts which were surrounded by him unfortunately I drifted to sleep soon. I would never have slept so peacefully unless I wasn’t so tired and the fact that there were guards outside at least six at the front and six at the back. People would be more curious about what type of people were living ins
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIFTY-SIX
AYRA’S POV: “You “You should have stopped me then.” His deep masculine voice reached my ears as I could see through my peripheral vision how his handsomely sculptured face was adored by a smirk. It seemed like it was a part of his personality.“I…I did.” I tried more to think about it while I answer as I was afraid that he would turn out right.“I never heard it when you were grinding on my lips. All I heard was my name Cherry.” He said and without any warning he pulled my arm and in no second I was in his arms as I weigh nothing to him. A small gasp left my mouth when he pulled me towards him securely while I wrapped my arms around my neck to gain balance. My eyes went wide when I saw him moving towards the restroom.“Where are you going?” I mumbled keeping aside the effect of his previous words m I never grinded anything.“To take a shower.” He simply answered as he entered the restroom and the door closed behind us with a small clicked sound.“I can take my own shower.” I tr
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIFTY-SEVEN
AYRA’S POV: When you lie for the first time and you always have the fear to get caught and then suddenly someone looks at you with suspicion in his eyes dwelling with the breakage of trust inside his orbs, all you feel at that time as if your soul has left your body. That was the same case that happened to me when he walked in the room with that old diary in his hand. When I put that in my bag is with the feeling that I would never have to open it in front of him because he would never be with me on this trip. I had to survive alone and I was eager to complete this book in order to know exactly what had happened. I still didn’t know who it belonged to and who was the girl who made a man to write a diary about her. That was romantic even though the first word was a curse word.“I found it…in the library.” I mumbled as I was top scared to face his wrath. He hadn’t shown his wrath yet to me but what I’ve heard from people around here I think one glimpse of his wrath would make my he
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIFTY-EIGHT
ZAROON DURANI’S POV: I’ve been waiting for her since she had gone missing after the massacre that happened ten years ago. There was a time in between those years when I lost hope and I thought she would never come back but then I got to know she had been getting prepared to ruin me. How can she ruin me?I was already ruined after what she had to go through. I didn’t have power back then but now with the power I had been bestowed with I had to correct everything that had went wrong. I paid for what my father, grandfather and my uncles had done. I would turn into like them and that was the thing I swore to myself when I was nine. I swore I’ll pay for everything they had done just to remove the blood that I see in my dreams tainting my white pure shirt. I could kill people but I couldn’t kill people who are innocent, who have families waiting for them at home and who are helpless. I treat people like how they should be treated.My first step towards making everything right was when I
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#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
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