Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

my slave .

***author's pov***

Arjun walked down the grand staircase, his expression steely and unapproachable. His brothers, Rudra and Daksh, along with his father, Mahesh, were seated in the lavish living room. The atmosphere was tense, their faces reflecting varying degrees of concern and curiosity about the situation unfolding upstairs.

Mahesh looked at Arjun with a mix of worry and confusion. “What’s going on? Why have you brought her here?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. He struggled to understand the severity of the situation and the reasons behind Arjun’s harsh actions.

Arjun sank into the couch, his posture relaxed despite the gravity of the situation. He glanced at Mahesh, his demeanor calm and controlled. “Just handling a little problem,” he replied nonchalantly, his tone dismissive. He made no effort to elaborate, keeping the details of Aayara's situation and his reasons for her treatment vague.

Mahesh sighed, his concern growing as he observed Arjun’s casual demeanor. The sight of his son’s relaxed attitude in the face of such a serious matter troubled him. He was clearly unsettled by the situation but chose to remain silent, unsure of how to address or challenge Arjun's actions.

Rudra and Daksh exchanged smirks, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. Rudra, with his playful demeanor, asked, “So, what’s the plan for her?” while Daksh, with his characteristic coolness, added, “Hope you’re not going too easy on her.”

Their reactions reflected their different perspectives on the situation, with Rudra’s question showing genuine interest and Daksh’s comment hinting at his usual indifference to the seriousness of the matter.

Arjun smirked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of malice. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m just getting started. She’s going to learn her place very soon,” he replied with a chilling calmness. His response was meant to reassure his brothers of his control and to emphasize the severity of his plans for Aayara.

Rudra and Daksh both gulped, their smirks fading as they absorbed the weight of Arjun's words. The seriousness of his tone and the intensity of his gaze made them realize the extent of his resolve and the gravity of the situation. Their initial amusement turned into apprehension as they processed the implications of Arjun’s actions.

Arjun’s gaze swept over his brothers and father as he issued a final warning. “Don’t worry about her,” he said firmly. “She’s my slave now. It’s my responsibility, and I’ll handle it as I see fit.”

His words were meant to assert his authority and to make it clear that Aayara’s fate was solely under his control, leaving no room for interference or concern from the others.

Mahesh looked at Arjun, his expression one of disbelief and concern. “Slave?” he echoed, his voice tinged with confusion and dismay. The concept of treating someone as a slave, especially in such a harsh manner, was troubling to him, and he struggled to understand how his son could justify such actions.

Arjun nodded firmly, his expression unwavering. “Yes, a slave,” he affirmed. His demeanor was resolute, showing no sign of remorse or reconsideration. His response left little room for further discussion, reinforcing his control over the situation and his intention to maintain it.

“Mine,” Arjun said with a final, authoritative tone as he stood up. His words underscored his possessive control over Aayara, signaling his determination to enforce his dominance. He then made his way toward the door, leaving his family to ponder his declaration.

Arjun walked into his expansive garden, the serene surroundings contrasting sharply with the turmoil he had just left behind. The lush greenery and carefully maintained landscape provided a momentary respite from the intense situation inside. As he strolled through the garden, his mind was likely focused on his plans and how he would continue to assert his control.