Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

character edge: aayara sharma

***author's pov**"

Aayara's day began with the soft rays of the morning sun streaming through her window, gently waking her from a peaceful sleep. She stretched, a contented smile playing on her lips as she listened to the sounds of her family stirring in the house. The aroma of her mother's cooking wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of fresh flowers from the garden outside.

Her younger sister, Aalia, called out to her from the hallway, her voice full of excitement and energy. Aayara loved these moments—the simple joy of being surrounded by her family. After getting ready,

Aayara descended the stairs, her steps light as she entered the cozy dining room where her family was gathered. The table was set with a simple but hearty breakfast: steaming cups of chai, fresh parathas, and a bowl of fruit. Aalia was already seated, eagerly reaching for a paratha, while their mother served everyone with her usual care.

As Aayara settled into her chair, her father began discussing his plans for the day. He spoke with a sense of purpose, detailing the tasks ahead at work and how he planned to manage some ongoing projects. His voice was steady and reassuring, filling the room with a calm energy that Aayara comforting.

Between bites of her breakfast, Aayara listened attentively, occasionally noddingn agreement or asking a question. Aalia chimed in now and then with her own lively comments, adding to the warmth of the conversation. Their mother, as always, offered gentle reminders and advice, ensuring that everyone was well-prepared for the day.

This morning ritual, filled with the harmony of shared moments, was one of Aayara's favorite parts of the day. It was a time to connect, to feel grounded in the love and support of her family before stepping out into the world.

After breakfast, Aayara grabbed her bag and headed out to the porch where her trusty scooty was parked. The familiar sight of it brought a small smile to her face. She enjoyed the independence it gave her, the freedom to explore her world at her own pace.

She fastened her helmet, feeling the cool morning air against her skin as she started the engine. The hum of the scooty was comforting, a sound she associated with countless journeys to college and beyond. Aayara waved goodbye to her mother, who stood at the doorway, watching her with a blend of pride and concern.

As she drove through the streets of her neighborhood, Aayara felt a sense of calm wash over her. The morning was fresh, and the roads were still relatively quiet. The scenery passed by in a blur of green trees and bustling shops, the world slowly coming to life around her.

The ride to college was one she knew well, and as she approached the campus gates, Aayara felt the usual mix of excitement and anticipation. Another day of learning and growth awaited her, filled with possibilities. She parked her scooty, took a deep breath, and made her way towards the college buildings.

As Aayara stepped onto the college campus, the familiar sights and sounds surrounded her—the chatter of students, the rustling of papers, and the occasional laughter echoing through the hallways. She hadn’t taken more than a few steps when she heard someone calling her name.

“Aayara!”

She turned just in time to see her friends, Aarav, Priya, and Tanushri, running toward her with bright smiles. Aarav, always the energetic one, reached her first, playfully ruffling her hair as he greeted her. Priya followed closely behind, giving Aayara a quick hug, while Tanushri, who was slightly out of breath, laughed as she finally caught up.

“You’re late!” Aarav teased, though Aayara knew he didn’t really mind.

“Only by a few minutes!” she replied with a grin.