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HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR PROLOGUE
#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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR ONE
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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWO
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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR THREE
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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FOUR
AYRA’S POV:It was evening judging by the sound of birds flying back towards their homes while I was still cuddling the pillow beside me. I really missed my cushion with flowers as it was crocheted by my grandmother with big flowers at its edges and to make me happy, he made its eyes with white pearl buttons and embroidered a smile with a thread. I couldn’t sleep because of him but I couldn’t bring that here as that wasn’t good for my impression on these people. I had to act strong and independent which I was but this world can’t accept a stuff toy in the hands of a strong independent woman? We have to act like rude and we can’t show that we need anyone in our life. That’s the rule but it was difficult because we all need someone in our life.The maid didn’t come back for the tray or she did but left seeing the tray was still full. I just ate the grapes and few slices of apples as I wasn’t fond of doing a heavy breakfast and also the jet lag was hitting so what I did was after that to
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIVE
AYRA’s POV:It’s been almost a week since I had stepped into the Durani Villa. The therapy session wasn’t going well as Mrs Johara used to do her best in order to skip every session she wanted. She really wasn’t interested in doing anything that could bring her back towards her previous health.“It’s evening and we should start your therapy.” I said as soon as I entered the room only to find her busy watching reels on her phone.“Mrs Joahara.” I said with an exasperated expression. I didn’t know what to do with her as she was least concerned about her health as if she didn’t want to stay healthy at all. But lying on the bed all day and roaming around the Villa on her wheel chair was the easiest task but that’s not why I was there as a therapist.“I am tired. I don’t want to do any therapy session.” She declared and my shoulders were slumped. I sat down in front of her on the couch as I was about to say something when she turned her phone off.“Now will you scold me for not doing anyth
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SIX
AYRA’S POV:“…he is a little scary.” I admitted that to my uncle on phone as he used to call once in a while to know about my whereabouts or if I need some kind of help or not.“What do you mean by scary? He won’t know anything even he finds out you are from the same Baloch tribe which they killed because there are a lot of Mirzas. What is scary then?” He asked giving an explanation himself.“I mean…he is like a closed book and I don’t know what’s going on inside his mind. That’s scare me.” I said biting my lower lip as I was sitting on the can chair on my small balcony as the night was dark because of the moon getting blocked by the pure white clouds and so was the case with the stars.“You will find out soon. You have to. He is the mastermind of the house. Everyone had secrets. You just have to find out what he is hiding. He must have left a clue for us to drag him down and show the people how he killed your family and ruin many smiles of other families back then.” With that and few
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SEVEN
AYRA’S POV:“That should be her concern not yours.”My breath hitched as I with difficulty passed down the bile down my throat as if it was most difficult task in his presence. Sabreena stood up in order to greet him and so did I as I was also a type of servant at that time for these people. I didn’t even dare to look up at him as I didn’t even mumble any greeting like Sabreena as one was enough for both of us and I wondered even if that would bother him as seeing him once in a week was evidence of how busy he was.“I didn’t know therapists lack manners too.” His deep masculine voice echoed in the dining room as I bit my lower lip as soon as I realized that stamen was for me.“Good morning Mr Durani.” I greeted in the most professional way while looking at his shoes where my reflection could be seen properly. They were dazzling under the lights of the dining area.“Walikum Asalam.” He greeted back making me bit the inside of my lower lip as salam was a warm greeting whereas good morni
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