Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

MIDNIGHT BARGAING

***author's pov***

Arjun entered his room, his mind clouded with the weight of painful memories. He sat heavily on the edge of his bed, his face buried in his hands. The echoes of the past came rushing back—his mother’s untimely death in a car accident a decade ago, when he was just 17.

His father, reeling from the loss, had hastily remarried Meera, who had brought nothing but turmoil into their lives. He remembered his younger brothers, Rudra and Daksh, barely old enough to understand what was happening, crying in his embrace as he tried to provide comfort and strength despite his own grief.

The memory of their mother’s loss was still a raw wound, and Meera’s harsh treatment had only deepened their suffering. Arjun felt the familiar surge of anger and helplessness. He had vowed to protect his brothers from the pain inflicted by their stepmother, but the scars from that time still haunted him.

As he stared at the darkened room, Arjun knew that the arrival of Meera and Mehak would stir up old wounds and test the fragile stability they had built. His resolve to shield his family from further harm was stronger than ever, even if it meant confronting the shadows of the past.

In the dead of night, Arjun's frustration and anger drove him to Aayara’s room. His mind was a storm of emotions, the news about Meera and Mehak aggravating the already turbulent feelings he harbored.

He stormed down the hallway, each step echoing his fury. Reaching her door, he didn't bother knocking. Instead, he flung it open with a force that made it rattle on its hinges.

Aayara, startled from her restless sleep, looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. Her disheveled appearance and the state of the room, which was barely illuminated by the moonlight, only added to the tension of the moment.

Arjun's eyes, darkened by his anger, locked onto her. “sleeping peacefully, slave ?” he spoke , his voice low and menacing. The frustration from the dinner and the unresolved issues with his family poured into his tone, making it clear that his anger wasn't solely directed at her but was part of a larger, more complex turmoil.

Aayara, trembling, could sense the dangerous edge in his voice. She tried to gather her courage, her mind racing to understand what had provoked his outburst.

Arjun approached Aayara with a menacing stride, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over her. The tension in the room was palpable as he loomed over her, his anger still simmering beneath the surface.

Aayara recoiled instinctively, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat of his rage, and despite the darkness of the room, the intensity of his gaze was undeniable. Her breath hitched as she tried to maintain her composure, staring up at him with a mix of fear and defiance.

Arjun's eyes narrowed as he examined the fading mark on Aayara's neck. A dark smirk curved his lips.

"Seems like my mark is fading," he said, his tone laced with a cruel satisfaction. "But don't think for a second that your punishment is over. This is just the beginning."

His grip on her wrist tightened slightly, his gaze cold and unyielding.

Aayara struggled against his grip, her voice trembling with defiance. "You can’t keep doing this," she said, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anger. "I won’t let you break me."

Arjun laughed darkly, his amusement evident. “Oh, I don’t plan to break you,” he said, leaning closer. “I want to see how long you can resist before you’re completely mine" .

Arjun's breath was warm against Aayara's neck as he moved closer, his lips grazing her skin. He left a trail of marks, his touch both possessive and intrusive. As he did, he whispered, “This is just the beginning. You'll learn to accept what you are to me.”

Aayara pushed him with all her remaining strength, her eyes fierce despite her fear. She stood up, facing him defiantly, “I will never accept this. You can’t force me to be something I’m not!”

Arjun's eyes darkened with fury. He took a step closer, his voice low and menacing, “You forget your place, Aayara. You’re my slave, and I will not tolerate defiance. You belong to me, and I will make sure you remember that.”