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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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FORTY-NINE
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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIFTY
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
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR FIFTY-ONE
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
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HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR BONUS CHAPTER
ZAROON’S POV:She has been teasing me a lot lately. I hadn’t touched her for two months because I didn’t want to hurt the life growing inside her. Yes I Zaroon Durani was going to be blessed with a child and I never thought about it in my wildest dreams that Ayra Mirza the loved of my life would give me that biggest gift. Mom cried with tears as she was finally blessed with the wish she had been praying for. She wanted the silence in the Durani Mansion by the sound of the children. “You sure you don’t want me.” She said as she glanced at herself in the mirror making a pout. She was due in a week and right she had breasts filled with milk and stomach perfectly rounded. She was craving something whenever she did she didn’t know what and I ended up with my head in between her legs to find her soon asleep. “Tell me what do you want ice-cream, anything spicy.” I asked closing the laptop as her went teary.“I don’t know.” She whined and I had the urge to chuckle because she was look
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR EPILOGUE
AYRA’S POV: I took a thorough glance at every aspect of me seeing myself through his eyes and I thought he would like what he will see. A long red frock hugged my figures just like in a way that could make his eyes dark with my neckline showing a little cleavage and my backless with shackles making a sound. I applied the same colord lipstick with the transparent gloss so that my lips could look plum and fine but before walking out of the room I had to take the full dubbatta to cover my cleavage and let my wavy honey brown locks to cascade down hiding my backless dress. He was coming back after two weeks and those two weeks were unbearable for me. I thought I could live without him easily without his nagging. The moment I discharged and came back to the Durani Mansion in Islamabad the first two days went by meeting everyone and the third day he had to go because of his urgent work. He couldn’t take me because of my bed rest and Mrs. Johara assured him that I would be taken care of
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SEVENTY-THREE
AYRA’S POV: Betrayal feels like blood is oozing out of every pore in your body pricking like a needle at every inch and never leave you with a relief but a trauma. I was more concerned about as I cried when I asked him if Sabrina was part of his plan or not.“Of course not. She just got in my way. It’s easy to make girl feel like they are loved.” He tied my hands and looked least bothered and at that time I prayed that she should have known about this even though she didn’t stop him but the feeling of betrayal will kill her. “She loves you.” I cried and he sighed giving me a look with hatred and anger.“I got my love killed and they threw the dead body only for me to find out.” He sneered. I never thought Akeel bhai would be the one as never did he. That’s why he only allowed Akeel bhai to enter the mansion and no one else.“Betrayal hurts more.” I murmured and he heard.“Cut this bulls**t. You betrayed us too remember.” With that he went out of the door. Shabana was the on
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SEVENTY-TWO
ZAROON’S POV: It’s been two days, two f**king days and I hadn’t find her. I hadn’t seen her for two days and I was in despair that I wanted to put everything on fire and ruin the existence of everything in this world. But that shouldn’t be happening. I would just make them feel how pain hurts when it courses through every fiber of your body and seep into your bones to never come out and let them have a feeling of relief. “It’s Akeel obviously.” Farzan came in with a frown as he was with me all the time along with Muzamil and Daim since she had been disappeared. She got disappeared in my own area where I rule and where people fear me and still I couldn’t find her yet.I intake a sharp breath as I couldn’t feel pain at the feeling of this betrayal but still there was a part of me that wanted someone else to be behind him other than him. It will not hurt me to kill him if he had laid a tiny finger on her. “Where is she?” I asked as I glanced at his sleep deprived eyes. They all ca
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SEVENTY-ONE
AYRA’S POV: When it’s a new beginning you start feeling the warmth in your heart for knowing what you are going to do and how you are going to do that in a best way. But right now I was having the feeling of warmth everywhere along with my heart. I groggily opened my eyes to find myself in an embrace of a giant bear who happened to be my husband. His arms were tangled around my waist and his legs were intertwined with mine. I was glad I was wore his shirt after taking a shower at fajer time along with the trousers he gave me. It seemed like he wanted me to just stay in his embrace all the time even though when his arms aren’t wrapped around me. I prayed fajer and he just waited for me on the bed. We didn’t talk but smiled when I cam back and soon drifted to sleep as I wanted to close my eyes as soon as possible or otherwise my shy mind would have melted away by the possessive look in his eyes making me feel naked under his gaze.I turned towards him a little as he groaned slightly
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SEVENTY
AYRA’S POV: “Let’s behave normal according to my definition.” He said and threw me over the bed to hover over me with his fingers still playing with me. I moaned his name as he inserted his finger inside me with his pitch black eyes absorbing every feature of my face as if he wanted to savour that. “You know what my normal self is?” He asked raising an eyebrow with his smirk adoring his perfectly sculptured face and lust and love dripping from his eyes. I nod my head barely because all I could think of his touch down there.“Is to think you are all mine and I would imprint that on your mind today and…” He inserted another finger as I moaned while digging my nails in his shoulder marking crescents on his skin. “…you will know…” Her inserted the third finger and I shattered while arching my back. “…that you are f**king mine.” He groaned as his words reverberated through my body making a ball of heat to erupt in my chest and travel down at towards my core asking me for a release.
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SIXTY-NINE
AYRA’S POV: He groaned into my mouth when I gasped. He wasn’t letting any part of my mouth to remain untouched with his tongue. He sucked again and my eyes rolled back as I moaned into his mouth. He started stroking, nibbling and sucking unless I was out of breath as I pushed him a little to let him feel not a bulge. I opened my eyes to find his close as if he was savoring the moment just like my tears that were flowing down as if they had been tired of waiting to shed and now they were just flowing at their own will. His arms were wrapped around my waist and neck as if he wanted me to absorb into him or otherwise I would just fly away. I moaned again in his mouth this time in protest as I was out of oxygen and white dots started appearing in my vision. When I thought I would faint he finally let me go to rest his forehead against mine. Both us were panting hard with our chests heaving up and down as I glanced at his lips. They were swollen and the culprit could be looked inside
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SIXTY-EIGHT
AYRA’S POV: I glanced at the man cooing his goats as of it was his child. That was cute as some people used to take care of their pets like that but this man was famous a murderer. Seeing him like that didn’t settle well with me.I approached him as he uses to be one of the friends of my uncle and they both were alike i.e cruel. “Salam.” I greeted to gain his attention as I approached him by getting pass the puddles of shit as there were cows too. It was some kind of a small farmhouse. He glanced at me with his narrowed eyes as his eyes travelled from top to bottom in a disgusting way that if Zaroon was here he would have hung his body somewhere. I was glad he wasn’t as I wanted to do all of this alone. “What do you want?” He asked and I told him that I was his friend’s niece and how he was murdered.“…do you know his enemies?” I asked as deep down I prayed for him to not take name of Duranis as every sword was pointing towards Durani.“Mirzas has only one enemy and that is D
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SIXTY-SEVEN
ZAROON’S POV: I was about to catch her. My fingers almost grazed the soft fabric of her dress while she was running away from me with face sparkling with soft grins and laugh as it seemed like she loved teasing me. She really did. I thought I would close the distance between us but then a loud banging sound made me open my eyes. The Bluetooth device was still in my ears. I glanced around to find me exactly where I slept last night, in the car parked in front of the Mirza Villa.If she thought I would leave her alone then she was wrong. I wouldn’t be able to sit for one second thinking she was alone in there. I didn’t know why it was like this. It might be the burden I feel for the sins my father did. I could sympathize with her but I couldn’t do that like I did for Abroo. I didn’t feel anything in her case as I had the urge to save her and overcome the burden but I didn’t think the case was same with Ayra. It could be because of the fact that she was my wife. My thoughts were roa
