All Chapters of HIS INNOCENT TRAITOR: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

AYRA’S POV: “Do you even know what being a wife means?” His deep masculine voice rasped as he leaned in towards me enough to make me shudder in the warmth of his embrace and his intoxicating cologne he was wearing at that time. He had few signature colognes as I could tell easily that he has entered the room just by the fragrance of his cologne that hit my nostrils only to paralyze my senses.“She should be caring.” I asked after I nod my head in that silence that was building a bubble around us. Irony was we both were in the same bubble. “What else?” He rasped as we both were whispering even though the whole house was drowning in silence with only the presence of two forms there. My breath got caught in my throat as his hand caressed my thighs sensually upwards until his thumb stopped at the bikini area. My whole body was throbbing with very pulse hammering out at that time and it was embarrassing that he knew what kind of hold he had on me. It should be the other way around.“

AYRA’S POV: I slept alone. The chirping aunt Matilda was gone after she saw me yawning while my eyes were turning red. She made me eat grilled chicken salad which was light and healthy after such a long flight. I wasn’t in mood of eating anything heavy. She left after sunset and after taking a shower and freshing up I waited for him to never come as I finally drifted to sleep because the one thing I was sure of this that it wasn’t a honeymoon. He was here for work and I was here because might be I would never get the chance to explore Paris again. Ah! It’s the city of love and I am here with the least loving person right now. People should be banned like him here. Smiling at my own thoughts which were surrounded by him unfortunately I drifted to sleep soon. I would never have slept so peacefully unless I wasn’t so tired and the fact that there were guards outside at least six at the front and six at the back. People would be more curious about what type of people were living ins

AYRA’S POV: When you lie for the first time and you always have the fear to get caught and then suddenly someone looks at you with suspicion in his eyes dwelling with the breakage of trust inside his orbs, all you feel at that time as if your soul has left your body. That was the same case that happened to me when he walked in the room with that old diary in his hand. When I put that in my bag is with the feeling that I would never have to open it in front of him because he would never be with me on this trip. I had to survive alone and I was eager to complete this book in order to know exactly what had happened. I still didn’t know who it belonged to and who was the girl who made a man to write a diary about her. That was romantic even though the first word was a curse word.“I found it…in the library.” I mumbled as I was top scared to face his wrath. He hadn’t shown his wrath yet to me but what I’ve heard from people around here I think one glimpse of his wrath would make my he

ZAROON’S POV: I could feel the tears wetting my cheeks when I started stroking every wall of her mouth with my tongue as whenever she came in front of me I felt like a beast who is starved to death. I wanted to do so many sinful things with that if she ever has to listen to them she would run away sparing the idea of revenge. I had been doing things with her in my imagination since puberty. That’s the effect she had on me as in the phase where I killed my eldest brother and lost faith in everything I slept with many women but with their consent. I wanted to know how hard it was to sleep with someone who had given you a consent but my brother still wanted to force them who never wanted to be with him. He wanted to ruin the innocence that was built under the care of their parents and family. It kind of like challenged him but it didn’t make much difference. He could have get consent.I caressed the side of her waist making her shudder a little flushing her chest more into mine with a