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HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR SEVENTEEN
AYRA’S POV:“…nikkah will be first. The rest of the functions will be after that.” I told him. I told him everything after gathering enough courage to do so. It was hard but once I started letting the words come out of my mouth, they started forming a shape and somehow got delivered to him. The thing that kept me on edge was his utter silence from the other side of the phone. He didn’t even yell or showed any kind of expression so that I could get the idea of how he was dealing with this news. Even I was in shock.“Why didn’t you say no?” He asked after a long pause of silence as my breath quickened.“I can if you want me to.” I said obediently. He knew better than me.“I am asking you. Why didn’t you say no?” He asked again. This time his voice had the edge that shook me a little. He was about to yell. I guessed.“Because…I thought that then…I would be close to him. I am not getting any close to him now although I am to Mrs. Johara.” I baffled as I didn’t say anything at that time be
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR EIGHTEEN
I took a deep breath not for the first time but for the hundredth time in one single day. Today was the day. Our Nikkah!The day when I was going to assign myself to Zaroon Durani. The person that I claimed to hate till my last breath and today I was going to be his wife.The deep breathing wasn’t helping the fact that I was going to tie myself with the person who had his hands painted with my family’s blood.I looked down at my henna coated hands as there was a simple design not much but still my hands were burning because this henna was drawn under his name. The burning pain erupted from my hands and reached the left area of my chest to ache there. I was feeling suffocated but I didn’t show that to anyone but with every passing second my chest was getting constricted making difficult for me to breathe. The time for my biggest sacrifice was coming near but I could do anything for my parents and the next generations coming so that they could be saved from Durani’s wrath. They didn’t d
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR NINETEEN
AYRA’S POV:I couldn’t meet his gaze as he was one foot away from me towering over me with his tall posture. He had a hard rock chest as the urge to touch that and feel the warmth suddenly erupted in my chest from nowhere and the way my thoughts drifted to something very inappropriate made my face flushed and my cheeks tinted with pink color as I’d never thought this day would come when I would think about touching Zaroon Durani.He was looking at me intently as I could feel his intense burning gaze on my face as I could feel the intensity even through my veil.My heart beat quickened only to engulf his woodsy scent that numb my brain for a moment making in intoxicated by the addiction. His scent enveloped from all the sides as he forwarded his hand and grabbed mine. The crowd was still silent as I wasn’t paying any attention to them.My breath hitched at the contact of our skin when I glanced up at him only to regret later. My gaze got locked with his raven black eyes as I felt that
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY
AYRA’S POV:I thought it would embarrass Areej but it didn’t instead she rolled her eyes with mischief dancing in her them. Sabreena pursed her lips in a thin line while Aysham cheeks tinted pink because of Areej’s words. I on the other was praying for the earth to yawn and take me inside it. It was embarrassing.“Well. We should get going. Remember you have a dinner tomorrow night with us.” Aysham dragged everyone with her leaving us alone as Areej yelled. “Best of luck for your wedding night.” I knew she was teasing me because my face got paler with her every word.I glanced at him through my thick eyelashes as she was looking at them going away with his head shaking. There wasn’t any expression on his face but amusement was dancing in his eyes, His eyes were pure as it was depictable unlike his face which remained most of time expressionless.Panic stricken to my core as we were both left alone and even the wind blowing outside was making it sound evident between us. His gaze turne
HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR TWENTY-ONE
AYRA’S POV:My lower lip puckered out as his eyes fell on my swollen lip making my chin wobbles which wasn’t in my control at that time. His proximity alone made the tears to appear in my eyes making my vision blurry as I didn’t realize I was trembling a little unless he wrapped his large calloused hand around my waist. He was close as I thought he would continue where he left when I clenched my eyes shut in horror as my heart was beating in my throat at that time. I was expecting his touch again but I heard he muttered something under his breath as he let go off my waist and stood up. I wanted to hear what he said under his breath but the breath I didn’t know I was holding came out making me relax a little.He was folding his sleeves upwards as I opened my eyes to find his retreating back behind the restroom door.What was it? Is this it?I asked myself as I couldn’t come up with any reason for, he would leave me alone there and not progress with the intention which was evident in hi
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
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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
