Iztiraar

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Juman scoffed at him and moved out, grabbing her things from her cabin, she decided to go to take a round of the office. May be she can find something suspicious and also to check upon her employees. As she entered her private lift, he pinned her into more. She glared at him, while he smirked gripping her waist tightly.

"Suit ki fitting achi h wese" he said smirking devilishly making eyes roll.

"Or meri kick kesi thi?" She asked innocently battling her eyelashes. Aurad narrowed her eyes, Juman smirked proudly at her question.

Aurad found her giggling at his glare, she was literally getting on his male ego now. He eyed her luscious lips and looked directly into her eyes. She smiled more shaking her head in no. He smirked caging her again in his arms. "Ab batana meri kiss thi" he said and smashed his lips with hers.  Juman couldn't help but shiver more and more, which boosted his male ego, he mentally patted his shoulder.

He kissed her more roughly, showing his dominating side. Making her shiver, to keep a hold with her shivering form, he held her waist and one arm. He was amazed to find her bare skin with goosebumps. He felt soo satisfying. His touch had an amazing effect on her.

Her knees were going week by passing each second. She held his shoulders tightly.
Aurad felt her soft hand tapping her shoulder to leave her, she need oxygen. He slowly parted back, tasting her in such a way, made him swell his chest with pride.

While Juman would have fallen hard, if his hold was not enough to bare her whole weight on himself. She lowered her head not meeting his eyes. The rhythm of their deep breaths continued until their hearts calmed down.

She wiped away her smudged lipstick, feeling his eyes still on her, she gathered her courage to look back at him. As she lifted her head, her breathings hitched seeing him already staring at her soo intensely that she may die!

She gasped and stumbled, he sneaked his one arm around her and pulled her closer once again. While her mind made a dirty note, 'ye phirse kiss krenge' her heart squealed at it but she shivered badly.

Aurad chuckled at her words which he heard now. She was a way too loud. "I would love to taste you Juman, not here, but there deep down somewhere?" He said tracing his long rough fingers from her diaphragm till her abdomen. She gasped horribly at his words.

The dilemma of his words caused nothing but a fear in her heart. A strange fear to be loved and cherished. And she was liking this strange feeling. He sensed how her eyes widened at his words, he chuckled and pecked her forehead.

She composed herself and handed him a tissue, "lipstick saaf karlo" she said meekly.

He hummed and wiped it off. As soon as the lift stopped at the destination, Juman quickly rushed out bumping to one of her director. Who feared her alot.

"So..sorry ma'am"

"Sorry" Juman and the director said in unison. The director was amazed by her words. Did just the great Juman Agha Jamil apologised?

"Ma'am did you just apologised?" The director asked with his jaw dropping to the ground.

Aurad smirked and leaned on the wall, totally enjoying Juman's new side. "So? Galti meri thi? Sorry nhi bol skti me? Or tum mujse aakhir sawal kese kr rahe ho? Me boss hu" Juman said realising what she did. The director got confused but nodded his head.

"Ha me boss hu, hmm" Juman whispered to herself and rushed away from Aurad. He was doing something to her. Something pretty good. But she feared to accept she was changing, changing for good.

"Ye ma'am kya hua h?" The director asked to himself.

"Loveriya" Aurad said patting his shoulder. The director mouthed oh and shooked hand with Aurad.

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"Bijli girane me hu aayi" Sang Zumra while shoving all her books in her bags.

Her best friend aka Jibran chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Kyaa baat h moto bhot khush lag rahi h"

"Toh? Me hu hi itni hoshiyar" she said flipping her hair back. He chuckled at her kartut she pulled up to hitch herself with her one and only crush Arain.

Meanwhile Arain enters the classroom and all the students moved back to their seats. Zumra pouted as in she was about to leave and bunk, but he appeared sooner than her calculations. Arain's eyes moved towards her, he clenched his jaw finding Jibran whispering something in to her ear. To which he grinned like a mad woman.

"Miss Firasat stand up, and tell me what you have done in your previous holidays" he announced making her stiffened and wobble her lips cutely. The girls giggled at her antics.

Zumra pouted sadly and stood up, "sir mene toh kuch bhi nhi kiya holidays me"

"Why is that so?" He asked raising his eyebrows, crossing his arms near his chest.

"Wo sir kya hena, humare sath ek bhot buri durghatna ho gyi" she said soo innocently that even boys gasped at her words. Arain clenched his jaw at her drama. He cursed himself for even asking her.

"Kya hua zumra" asked the whole class.

"Get back to studies students" Arain announced more loudly, but students yelled in no. "Noooo sirrrrrrr" all yelled making Arain shoot a glare at them.

"Me btati hu kya hua, mere sath dhoka hua h, mere hone wale A G O G na wo na ...

Zumra said gaining attention. All students turned to her with curiosity.

"Bolo bhen" said on sentimental boy.

"Wo wo.. wo fattu h!" She said making all of them sigh and gasp. Seems like the whole class planned to get on Arain's nerves.

He clenched his jaw more and glared at her. Who just innocently blinked her eyes.
"MISS FIRASAT IN MY OFFICE NOW!" he roared and she meekly nodded. Arain dashed out not before giving another assignment making everyone surprise in a bad way.

Zumra pouted and turned to her bestie who just winked at her. She giggled and asked, "chal bta makeup thik thak hena merA?"

"Hainnn tune makeup kiya h aj? Muje laga muh dho liya h" Jibran said making her aim her pen at him.

Zumra quickly, squealing, disappeared to his office. Seeing him raging like a bull. She decided not to show her teeths or else he will surely break them up.

"Apne bulaya sir" she asked meekly. He glared at her and curtly nodded.

"Come in, come here" he said leaning back on his chair. She nodded and got in. Standing for quite 15 minutes she was mentally giving her a lecture to better cut her nails which were grown pretty well. But her professor had disappeared somewhere.

Meanwhile he came in view with some dusty files. "Sir apne muje yaha dhul saf krne bulaya h" she asked innocently.

"Nhi nhi, apko mene Isliye nhi bulaya, jese ki ab sab jante hi h, Zumra the great apne subjects ke alawa har chiz me master h, toh apko karna h kam, ek daring kam" he said sweetly leaning back on his chair.

"Sir apke zuban se chashni jese shabd kese nikal rahe h" she asked mocking him with a polite smile.

He glared at her.

"Me fattu hu?" He asked and she nodded in no.

" toh hi bta dijye ap kitni daring h" he said smirking.

"Wo kese sir" she asked with excitement.

"Kiss me" he said making her eyes widened.

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To be continued 😭❤