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HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY-TWO
AYRA’S POV:I slept peacefully but one part of me was scared of what if he came back in the room. I shut my eyes close in wary of any movement of any footsteps that could be heard from the other side of the door so that I could get to know about his upcoming presence in the room but there wasn’t any. I slept finally with my mind whirling to so many areas that it finally made me sleep despite causing any migraine.Even the first thing that came to mind was him. My back was towards the other side of the bed as I contemplated whether to turn around and look for him or not but at the end when I didn’t feel any of his cologne, I did turn around in order to find no one there. The bedsheet didn’t have any crinkle on it that was the evidence of him staying the whole night out. A part of me was relived but the other part of me wasn’t. I was in a turmoil as I should act like his wife so that I could be close to him but here he wasn’t giving me any chance to do that much to my relief as I couldn
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY-THREE
AYRA’S POV:Taking one last glance at my reflection in the mirror I sighed as it was my first time wearing such an eastern dress as usually, I used to wear skirts with tops but today as a newly married woman I wore a maroon colord shalwar kameez. It was a long shirt with flapper of the same color with a little bit embroidery near the neckline and the sleeves while the rest of the dress was simple with the dark color making it fancy at expensive at the same time.Gliding my shoes in the gold clear heels I rested my dubatta at one side of my shoulder giving me an eastern look. My hairs were already wavy so I just let them float down my back.I wore those earing which I found placed on the bed side table when I exited the restroom after taking a long shower and calming my nerves in order to prepare myself to interact with that cold glacier. Like last night I didn’t find him in the room as the tie was still placed on the bed that reminded me of the intimacy with him early in the morning m
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY-FOUR
AYRA’S POV:Have you ever felt like your soul has left your body while you are just standing focusing on some point?I had that type of feeling at that time when he came near us with his hands in his pockets jaw clenched but amusement was dancing in his eyes. I even forgot I had Sabreena standing by my side as she couldn’t do anything for my escape. Even she was the reason I was in that situation.First in his eyes I was a gold-digger and now I was some horny women who had someone by her side instructing her how to carry out her every movement. I never cursed in my entire life but at that time I wanted to have a face to face to talk with my fate. It was carrying out some humiliating joke on me.“W-we…we..d-d…d-don’t…it’s…not…” Oh God Help!“Excuse me. Ma’am Johara needs her medicine asap.” Sabrina snatched the medicine box from me and ran away like a coward leaving me alone to face the humiliation. I felt betrayed at that time.“You were saying.” His deep rough voice made a shudder to
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY-FIVE
AYRA’S POV:“Sir is here.” Maid informed me as I was wearing my earrings that he gave me. Best way to tell him that yes, I am the gold-digger who liked diamonds. I think all women do but it’s based on the list of priority. Do your priority is diamonds over your peace?No.Do you like diamonds? Yes. That’s simple but still some people judge those women who even likes to wear heavy jewelry and branded stuff. It’s their way to loosen up the jealousy building inside them constricting their lungs snatching their availability to breathe properly.I am glad I was never of these types of people. To be honest I hadn’t seen diamonds in real but the charm which I got seeing them during these days showed me I liked them too but not that much that I would ruin everything for it. Revenge came first. I could buy enough diamonds once I get to open my own clinic afterwards that my uncle promised. I get to buy them with my own money. It was sad that my first diamonds I wore in life weren’t from my mone
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY-SIX
AYRA’S POV:I moaned into his mouth as soon as he rubbed the side of my waist sensually with his large calloused hand to make me gasp. Taking that opportunity, he inserted his tongue inside me making me fist his shirt’s collar as if my life depended on them. It’s kind of because my legs had given off the weight of my body leaving me disappointed in his embrace as his arms were securely wrapped around me with his hands sensually exploring my body sending shivers to run down my spine as it was hard to stay and away from him because my body was pressed against his and if I leaned back, I would collapse because of the wobbling of my legs.I moaned again in his mouth as his tongue caressed mine making me roll my eyes backwards and toes curled at the sensation.“Za…um…” I tried to say but another moan left my mouth when he pressed his hand at the end of my back to make fully pressed against his. His eyes were closed as if he was savoring this moment and I was finding hard to keep my eyes op
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY-SEVEN
AYRA’S POV:“It was nice meeting you Mrs. Zaroon Durani.” He forced on the last words making me press my lips in a thin line as Zaroon was standing beside me when we were headed outside. I bid goodbye to everyone after I was loaded with souvenirs from Muzamil and Farzan bhai as Daim bhai excused himself because he managed to get to the dinner in the very last minute but he promised to give us one to which just Zaroon nodded his head as if he didn’t care more or less about that.“It was nice meeting you too.” I said with a slight smile although he was throwing daggers at him from one side as I could also feel him burning holes with his intensity in the center of my cheek.“I don’t think you would say that to me.” Daim said to Zaroon with mischief sparkling in his eyes as Daim bhai was an inch taller than him but he was more muscular and broader that made him more attractive at least in my eyes. Not in my eyes only he was actually but Daim bhai was like a model so we can’t compare any o
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY-EIGHT
AYRA’S POV:“Now do you want me show you how to get in action too?”His smirk deepened as the crimson color invaded major part of my face and radiated heat from the tip of my ears.“No…mom’s medicine.” I said as I didn’t have time to figure out anything else and before the time could travel toward something that could accelerate my heart rate to a dangerous level, I opened the car door and rushed towards the stairs.I checked on Mom and she was sleeping. I hope she took her medicine as I sternly asked Sabrina for that but Sabrina was her secret keeper. She was refrained to do anything against her will in which she sounded helpless but she also wanted her to stay healthy and fit.I was about to turn towards my previous room when I realized I was going to sleep in his room again. Last night he didn’t sleep in the room but we couldn’t guarantee about that every night. Even the thought of sleeping with him on the same bed radiated goosebumps all over my skin. I couldn’t help but licked my
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY-NINE
Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob as I had never encountered this wing of Villa before. It was old with ancient furniture as by the look of it I could say that no one visited here although it was clean. Maids must have assigned the duty to do the cleaning regularly in every part of the Villa but still this wing was giving you chills as if no one had ever come here feeling the coolness in here.There were many rooms as I chose to open the most distant one since it seemed like an office to me but it wasn’t. It was a big library making me gasp. I had never seen such an old yet so beautiful library before. It also had an ancient touch but everything was maintained properly. The library was big as it could consume four of my rooms.Moving forward I glanced at the books as I felt surreal surrounding by the smell of rusty pages making me feel light as the loneliness was scary but it was somehow interesting.But my curiosity developed into the fact that people who read books aren’t viol
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