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.
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
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
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
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
AYRA’S POV: “What have you guys done?” Mrs Johara narrowed her eyes at those men who acted like they didn’t have any clue of what was happening. In reality, they didn’t. They left their wives smiling and now they were throwing daggers at them. The feeling of him being with many other women boiled my blood as without having any right on him I still cared to glare at him. “We seriously don’t have any clue.” Muzamil bhai tried to break eye contact with Areej.“Me neither.” Farzan bhai looked concerned seeing his precious wife’s mood turning off.“I…am sorry in advance.” Akeel bhai, like a green flag he was, simply apologized and I bet Sabrina swooned over him in admiration but still decided to continue glare at him. It was cute that they all knew they would even climb Mount Everest just to make up for their wives mood and then there was he who had his pitch black eyes on me.His eyes fixed in my emerald ones followed by his warm graze to kiss every feature of mine. I sat down at
AYRA’S POV: “There is a client in Paris that I have to catch. I called this the honeymoon because…”“I know. You did it because of your mother.” I cut him in between with a brisk without any emotions lacing my words because I kind of expected that. I wasn’t that stupid that I would believe him taking him to honeymoon without any involvement of Mrs Johara. At first I thought she urged him to do so but she was also clueless like me but she was radiating happiness when she heard of that. He might not be expressive but he deep inside cared about her. He glanced down at me as I was looking straight ahead with my fixed on the concrete road. I didn’t even want to look at him as last night scenarios would climb back their way which comprised of both happy and sand moments. “Good to hear that.” He gave a curt node to his head as the rest of the ride was silent until I let out a gasp seeing the private jet standing in all its glory in front of our car. We were going there in a private
AYRA’S POV: The fruit salad came with a beautiful toppings of dry fruit. The thought of eating that with ice cream melted my taste buds but I wasn’t going to eat that since he ordered me for that. His steak also came with an elegant presentation as the crew placed that in front of him but he didn’t even look at that. “Eat it.” He demanded in his deep authoritative voice as I just mentally rolled my eyes completely ignoring his presence but the next thing that happened completely took nf off guard as he stood up from his spots abruptly and in two long strides he reached the seat in front of me. Throwing the coat on the previous seat he was seated on he sat down in front of me making me gulp.“You want me to repeat.” He asked as I couldn’t even formulate words for a few seconds as his pitch black eyes were fixed on me. Suddenly I became that small deer in front of him who had no idea what was going on in her life.“You can’t order me...ah…” He couldn’t even let me complete my sent