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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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR THIRTY
AYRA’S POV:Getting into the marron colord choli and mustard colord lehnga I had to walk outside as the mirror was there and also, I had to take a mirror selfie for the people at the Villa. They were more excited than me. Praying for myself I gathered courage and walked outside only for him to stop midway while he was talking on his phone while standing. I just stole one glance of him as his face was expressionless but his jaw became clenched. The choli was a little short and tight as it was showing my belly a little. I casted a full glance at myself in the mirror although it was extremely hard for me since his dark raven eyes were crawling over every fiber of my body making a tingles sensation to appear in my spine.I abruptly grabbed the phone on the side table and snatched a picture of mine and sent them to the group chat in which Sabrina and Mom were added.The ironic part was I did all of this while his gaze fixed on me and that thing made my throat dry. I thought I didn’t need h
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR THIRTY-ONE
AYRA’S POV:We bought that dress as his dominating voice didn’t leave anything for discussion besides that it wasn’t a normal marriage where I would enjoy selecting for my dress as a bride. The dress was already beautiful but those thousands of buttons on the back would haunt me forever.The dress would be delivered after some fittings as Shabnam came with us till the exit of the store as a respect.“You still have to buy your other dresses. I have your perfect fittings now so you can just order whatever you want. I would come Durani Villa to consult you about this.” She said with kind smiles as it was best in that way because I didn’t want to come outside with him and encounter another experience like that before.Biding her farewell, we walked forward as we had to buy the jewelry for the walima because on the barat ceremony I was going to wear the gold jewelry Mrs. Johara gifted me as a gift from the ancestors. It was ritual to wear the gold jewelry representing the Duranis.He was
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR THIRTY-TWO
AYRA’S POV:I remained silent as I didn’t know why but his words kept on ringing around my head in a loop. These were just words but the intensity could be felt inside of soul since my heartbeat had started beating at a paranormal pace making me gulp and intake a sharp breath for my senses to become stable. I couldn’t hyperventilate while sitting beside him as it would gain more of his attention.“F**K!” His rough voice reached my ears pulling me out of my thoughts.I was in the process of recovering myself and praying for my mind to stick to some other topic when the abrupt break of the car made my body jerk violently with a shrill scream that left my mouth. It wasn’t because of his arm in front of my chest I would have get collided with the windscreen with blood oozing out of my forehead but gladly it didn’t happen and unfortunately my eyes finally fell on the teenage boy stranding in front of us looking at us like a deer with a fear dripping in its eyes when she was just about to b
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR THIRTY-THREE
My eyes glanced at the retreating sight of his car as he just dropped me off in front of the Vila and stormed off his car. The rest of the ride with him was filled with the dreading silence which I wanted to break and not to do it at the same time. What could have I asked him to do having a guarantee in my heart that he would listen to me. He would never do that. People never change for someone else. They change for themselves. They change if they are eager to change not for someone else but for their own sake.Taking a deep sigh, I turned around to enter the mansion to start my rest of the day with sulking that why I didn’t do anything. It was partly because I saw Akeel bhai. He would never do such harm things to that kid. I guess so. I hope so.“Sabrina.” We were strolling in the lawn while Mrs Johara just left for bed as she didn’t want to but she should sleep early so we urged her to go or otherwise there was only one threat and that to tell her son on her. She wasn’t scared of him
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR THIRTY-FOUR
AYRA’S POV: I glanced at him through my lowered eyelashes as I wanted to say something that could help me to come out of this situation but accepting my defeat and admitting that there’s nothingI moved forward to sit on the small chair in front of the vanity table as he kept standing there with amusement in his eyes as he was eager to prove something.“I can do it myself.” I let out a weak response although I knew it wouldn’t affect him. Why would he suddenly want to comb my hairs?Because you challenge him, dumbo. My conscience answered me and then his harshness and roughness came into my mind. He would definitely wouldn’t let my hairs intact to my skin because first he is a man and then he is a Durani who just didn’t know softness and care and that’s all my hairs needed. “Do you want me to kneel down cherry?” He asked all off a sudden making me look above at him while breaking the chain of my thoughts. I glanced at him with dumbfounded expressions but he didn’t correct me wit
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AYRA’S POV: I knew I took a huge risk that could put my life in danger but I couldn’t just give him what he wanted. First of all he fabricated me into all that and second my heart would have burst out of my ribcage if I had listened to him. So keeping my dignity I ran from there. He must be flabbergasted because he never expected that. He had people who always just gave into his orders but I didn’t . I kind of was blooming with pride at that time as I slowly turned the knob of Mrs Johara’s room. She must be sleeping as I entered before looking everywhere and let out a relieved sigh when I didn’t see him coming for me. Even if he did he would never figure out where I was because he would never check Mrs Johara’s room since he would not disturb her sleep. I kind of knew this thing about him on my own. Closing the door behind me I was welcomed by the warm darkness with a few rays of moonlight coming inside the room through the white window curtains. The room was peaceful as I kind of
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