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HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-ONE
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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-TWO
AYRA’S POV: Deep down every part of my soul prayed for his words to become a reality as thinking about it made me realize that I could breathe through that willingly. I didn’t want to believe in anything else but that would just make me to put more burden on my soul. I would be happy but there would be always a feeling of guilt in my heart. I couldn’t live with that permanently but I had a feeling that I had to go along with that if it’s temporarily.We were standing close as there was just few inches of space between us as he stopped there. He wanted me to take the further steps. He wasn’t wearing any kurtas like others as their wives must have forced them to do so but he from the start forbade to participate in any of the rituals because according to him they were waste of time and didn’t mean anything. He was just in his white crisp shirt with black pants and as usual he was looking drop dead attractive with his enticing pitch black eyes which went perfectly with his dark rave
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-THREE
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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-FOUR
AYRA’S POV: Something’s wrong with me.I mean who empathize with his enemy. I chewed the straw in between my teeth as I was talking to myself at that time. Glad people were enjoying their own company at the café while I waited for Abroo. Tonight was my reception and here I was waiting for her as we couldn’t get to talk much on phone. Besides Sabrina wanted to go to the salon for facial and I wanted something cold to drink enough though it was winter. I was the person who liked eating ice cream when it’s chilling. It’s a perfect combination even though your hands freeze in order to hold the ice cream cup in my hand. “I am hungry. You better have ordered something.” I was in my thoughts when the chair in front of me got dragged and she appeared in a golden coat. Her eyes were twinkling and she had her hairs in a loose bun. “I ordered Mexican fries.” I smiled informing her as she made a face. “That’ll do although it’s a kids meal.” She said taking ordering coffee for herself.
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-FIVE
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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-SIX
AYRA’S POV: People say it right. The only powerful thing a woman has is her tongue but only then when she uses it with the collaboration of her brain and I didn’t had any. I dared to say something and now I was preparing myself to bare the consequences. I glanced up at him as his chiseled jawline was in front of me urging me to trace the line to know if it could really cut something seeing how sharp that was. But I controlled myself with the help of my brain which decided to step up for me even for a bit. Where was it before? I couldn’t even fight my own brain as it will just lead to self loathing and self doubts which are very first steps towards depression and I couldn’t get myself into depression. I had strong nerves or might be it was the traumatic events that made me strong that I could endure pain and sadness without going into depression. Some people lack it even though they had luxurious lives and everything else that can make a man happy. They still can’t find peace which
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-SEVEN
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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-EIGHT
AYRA’S POV: I swooned as soon as his tongue melted inside me making me taste a sin that was according to my brain. My heart, although was just moaning in pleasure in getting what he wanted. It didn’t even care about the brain that was sulking in the corner and I didn’t even care too. I decided to become selfish for a moment. “F**k!” He groaned into my mouth when his one large hand pressed against my lower back and the other grabbed the nape of my neck in a roughly manner but it didn’t hurt. He pressed harder at my lower back making my back to arch into his chest. I couldn’t even get the time to place my hand in between us for the sake of a decent distance. My hands in their own wrapped around his neck as if they were meant there. As if I was meant to be wrapped around him like that. My whole body ignited in fire when dipped his head more against me while tilting it to gain more access making my toes curl in anticipation and I guess pleasure. The feeling was new and so foreign ye
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