Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

kidnapped infront of her parents

***author's pov***

The next day, a quiet Sunday, was unfolding in two very different worlds.

At Mr. Sharma’s house, he and his wife were comfortably settled on the sofa, enjoying a peaceful day in front of the TV. The serene environment and the casual nature of the day seemed to be a sharp contrast to the turmoil brewing at Oberoi Industries. Aakash was savoring the calm, unaware that his actions were about to come to light.

Meanwhile, in Aayara’s home, she and her younger sister Aaliya were diligently working on Aaliya’s school assignment. The two were seated at a table cluttered with textbooks and notes, their focus on completing the task. Aayara, though still processing the events of the previous days, was fully engaged in helping Aaliya.

Aayara stretched her arms, letting out a sigh of relief as she took a brief break from working on Aaliya’s assignment. The hours spent at the table had left her feeling tired, and she relished the moment of respite.

She glanced at Aaliya, who was still engrossed in her work, and took a moment to appreciate the quiet around them. The day's work was nearing completion, and Aayara felt a sense of accomplishment mixed with exhaustion.

As she rubbed her tired eyes and relaxed for a moment, she thought about the other things she needed to address, including the concerns and questions that had been on her mind recently. Despite the fatigue, Aayara was determined to finish the assignment and ensure Aaliya’s work was done well.

Aayara glanced over at Aaliya, who was still focused on her assignment. Aaliya's concentration was evident as she scribbled notes and worked through the problems.

Aayara admired her sister’s dedication but also felt a pang of worry. Aaliya’s schoolwork was important, but Aayara couldn’t shake off the troubling thoughts about her father’s sudden wealth and the mysterious events surrounding it.

She approached Aaliya with a gentle smile. “Almost done, Aaliya? I think we’re making great progress.”

Aaliya looked up, her expression brightening. “Yes, just a bit more to finish. Thanks for helping me.”

Aayara patted her sister on the shoulder. “You’re welcome. We’ll get it done in no time.”

With a final stretch, Aayara returned to her spot at the table, ready to wrap up the assignment and hopefully put her own worries aside for the time being.

At downstairs, the doorbell rang .

Mrs. Aarti Sharma opened the door, expecting a routine visitor, but her eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. Standing on the doorstep were several armed men, their guns clearly visible. At the forefront was a man who exuded an aura of authority and menace. His sharp features and piercing black eyes bore into her with an intense, unsettling gaze.

It was Arjun Oberoi Singhania.

Arjun’s presence was imposing, his demeanor cold and unyielding. Mrs. Aarti’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the scene. Arjun’s reputation preceded him, and it was clear from his expression that this visit was anything but ordinary.

“Mrs. Sharma,” Arjun said, his voice carrying an edge of danger, “I need to speak with your husband. It’s a matter of utmost importance.”

His dark eyes never left her, and the atmosphere was thick with tension. Mrs. Aarti swallowed hard, her mind racing with fear and confusion as she realized the gravity of the situation.

Hearing the commotion at the front door, Aakash Sharma called out from the living room, his voice tinged with concern. “Aarti, who’s at the door?”