Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

I WILL ESCAPE FROM HIM

***author's pov***

Aayara’s heart raced, but she stood her ground, breathing heavily. “I’m not yours, Arjun! You can’t just treat me like a possession,” she said, her voice trembling with fear and anger.

Arjun's smirk deepened as he stepped even closer, towering over her. He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his cold gaze. "You can scream, fight, or resist all you want, but it won’t change anything. You *are* mine," he whispered darkly, his grip tightening.

Aayara pushed him with all the strength she had left. "I’ll never be yours!" she shouted, her voice shaking with defiance.

Arjun stumbled back slightly, surprised by her resistance. His expression darkened, and his eyes flared with anger. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he glared at her. "You’ll regret that, Aayara," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

He took a step closer, but this time, he didn’t touch her. "I’ll break you if I have to," he added coldly, his gaze never leaving her face. Then, without another word, he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Aayara collapsed onto the cold floor, her body trembling as uncontrollable sobs escaped her. Tears streamed down her face, her heart heavy with fear and helplessness. She hugged herself tightly, feeling completely shattered and alone in that dark, suffocating room.

As she cried, the weight of her situation pressed down on her. She was trapped, with no escape from Arjun’s cruelty, and the thought of what he might do next made her feel even more terrified. Yet, deep inside, there was a flicker of defiance that refused to die, though it was buried under her fear and exhaustion.

Meanwhile, Arjun paced back and forth in his room, his fury palpable. His jaw clenched tightly, and his fists balled up in frustration. He couldn’t understand why Aayara dared to defy him, why she had the audacity to push him away.

The thought of her resistance gnawed at him, making his anger surge even more. He wasn’t used to people defying him, especially not someone like her. His possessiveness over her intensified, and the more he thought about it, the more he was determined to break her spirit.

With a dark, determined look in his eyes, he muttered to himself, "She will learn. She belongs to me."

Arjun fell back onto his bed, the weight of his rage still pressing down on him. He reached over to the drawer beside him and pulled out the payal, Aayara’s anklet, the one he had taken from her before. Holding it between his fingers, he stared at it intensely, his expression unreadable.

The cold metal felt familiar in his hand, a reminder of his control over her. He traced the intricate design of the anklet, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Mine," he whispered under his breath, his fingers tightening around it possessively. No matter how much she resisted, he was determined to make her surrender completely. The thought of her defiance only fueled his desire to claim her, to break her will and make her accept her place—beside him, under his control.

As Arjun lay back on his bed, the exhaustion from his fury and restless thoughts began to take over. He clutched the anklet tightly in his hand, his grip never loosening even as sleep slowly crept in. The cold metal pressed against his skin as if it was a part of him now, a symbol of his power over Aayara.

His breathing grew steady, the tension in his muscles easing as he drifted into sleep, the anklet still firmly held in his hand. Even in slumber, it seemed like he couldn’t let go of the thought of her—his possession, his obsession.

The next morning, Arjun woke up with the anklet still in his hand. He placed it back in the drawer with a smirk before getting dressed. The weight of the night before still lingered, but he pushed it aside as he headed out to the courtyard.

His horse stood ready, a strong and majestic creature, black as night. Arjun mounted it with ease, his mind focused on the ride ahead. The cool morning breeze brushed against his face as he urged the horse forward. It was one of the few times he felt in control, free from the tangled emotions that plagued him, riding away from the chaos for just a little while.

In her room, Aayara woke up slowly, her body still aching from the previous night. She winced as she sat up, rubbing her sore wrists. The cool morning light streamed through the window, offering a momentary relief from the suffocating tension she had been enduring.

She walked up to the window, wrapping her arms around herself as she inhaled the fresh air. The breeze touched her face, and for a brief moment, she felt a flicker of peace. But her thoughts soon turned to Arjun, the man who had marked her as his possession.

Her gaze shifted to the courtyard below, where she saw him riding his horse, strong and confident. A chill ran down her spine, but she stood firm, determined to find a way out of this nightmare.

Aayara stared at Arjun from the window, watching him handle the horse with ease. His movements were controlled and precise, but there was an intensity about him that made her stomach twist.

As he rode across the courtyard, her heart pounded in her chest. She hated him for what he had done, for treating her like a possession, yet she couldn’t look away. There was something unsettling about his power, his dominance, and the way he carried himself.

Her fists clenched at her sides as she whispered to herself, “I will escape this… I will.”