HIS INNOCENT BRIDE

SEVENTY-THREE

 

AYSHAM’S POV:

 

I was glad since the party was boring and also regrated the moment when I talked about Precious because after seeing off Mr. Alam we were heading towards the car. His fingers were intertwined with mine as his jaw was clenched showing how endurance he was showing at that time. He was actually going to imprint him in my mind just like the way he said as I suddenly remembered last night’s Farzan. He was gentle and a beast at the same time as I still feel how deeply he went.

 

He was walking slow as compared to his normal gait just because I could match his steps but still, I had to run in a way because of his long legs as compared to mine.

 

Soon we reached the car as he opened the car door for me making me look at him with eyes adored with make-up.

 

“A-are we going home?” I asked as craned up my neck to look at him.

 

“Yes, because my patience level is draining and I don’t want you to moan in front of anyone. Only I have the right to do so.” He said with his gritted teeth.

 

“Same as l-last n-night?” I asked as he smirked.

 

“Not exactly like that because you are sore. Aren’t you?” He asked cocking his eyebrow.

 

“I…” I was about to say I wasn’t much because the warm water early in the morning was very helpful but I couldn’t complete the sentence when his phone started ringing.

 

“F**k! It should be important.” He attended his call scaring the other person already but what came next wasn’t what I was expecting.

 

“F**k! I am coming.” He said as all the air that was filled with something that we had only between us was replaced with tens one.

 

“We are going back to Pakistan.” He informed as he opened the car door wide for me to sit which I did while he helped me with my gown before closing the door gently.

 

“What happened?” I asked with worried expressions as I saw agitation on his face clearly.

 

“It’s…” He took a sigh. “…My grandmother.”

 

*

 

We went to the penthouse as our luggage was already packed except my simple dress which the maid took out for me to change because of the flight. I wore my green colord shalwar suit with a scarf around my head as this dress was comfortable for the flight. He didn’t even change as he just waited for me to come down after getting freshen up.  Biding goodbye to the maids I traveled down as there was a feeling of contend in my heart because I was taking so many things from this city which is famous as the city of love and fashion also.

 

I reached him as he opened the door for me even though he was busy talking on the phone continuously. He talked about security and stuff on the phone as it wasn’t related to his grandmother because it seemed like he was finishing off his office work before we could go back to Pakistan.