Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*I AM ANGRY.. SO NOW STRIP! *

***author's pov***

Arjun lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing with anger and frustration. The word "whore" echoed in his thoughts, gnawing at him. Despite the harsh reality of Aayara's situation, hearing such a word used in connection with her made him seethe. He had intended to dominate and control, but now he faced the uncomfortable truth of how dehumanizing his actions truly were.

He clenched his fists, feeling a mix of guilt and rage. The thought of her suffering under his command, branded with such a derogatory label, was infuriating. He had warned Meera, but her words cut deeper than he had anticipated. The realization of his own role in this degradation left him fuming and restless.

Unable to sleep, Arjun decided to get up. He paced his room, trying to calm the storm inside him. The darkness seemed to press in around him, amplifying his inner turmoil. He needed to find a way to address the situation and regain control over his emotions before he made any rash decisions.

Arjun stormed down the hallway toward Aayara's room, his anger barely contained. He reached her door and, with a forceful knock, waited for her response. The tension in his body was palpable, his mind still swirling with thoughts of her being demeaned.

When Aayara opened the door, she saw Arjun’s face, twisted with frustration. He entered the room without invitation, his presence imposing.

“What’s wrong with you?” he demanded, his voice harsh. “Why did Meera have to insult you like that?”

Arjun's frustration grew as he saw Aayara's dismissive reaction. "You think this is a joke?" he snapped, his voice rising. "This is serious. You’re being treated like dirt, and I’m supposed to just stand by?"

Aayara met his gaze, her own anger and exhaustion evident. "Why should you care? You’ve made it clear what I am to you."

Arjun's expression softened slightly, but his irritation remained. "I don’t want anyone disrespecting you, not even Meera. And you need to understand that despite everything, you’re not just a pawn in this game."

Aayara clenched her jaw and pushed him .

Arjun stumbled back slightly from the push, his eyes blazing with fury. He glared at Aayara, his voice low and dangerous. "You think pushing me will change anything? You’re in no position to insult me or question my actions."

Aayara, breathing heavily, stood her ground. "You’re the reason I’m trapped in this nightmare. You made me a pawn, and now you want to act like you care? It’s all a game to you."

Arjun’s jaw tightened. "This isn’t a game. I’m trying to give you some semblance of respect, even if it’s not what you want. But don’t mistake my actions for weakness."

Arjun's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening with a dangerous intensity. "You seem to be forgetting your place, Aayara. Maybe it's time you understood exactly where you stand."

He took a step closer, his voice cold and commanding. "You may think you have a right to speak to me this way, but let me remind you—this is my house, and you are bound by my rules. If you keep pushing, you’ll find out just how harsh those rules can be."

He reached out, grabbing her arm with a firm grip, his gaze unwavering. "Now, you will do as I say and remember that defiance only brings more punishment."

Arjun sat on the edge of the bed, his posture rigid and authoritative. He patted the space beside him, a commanding gesture meant to make her sit down.

"Come here," he said, his voice brooking no argument. "You need to understand the consequences of crossing me."

As Aayara hesitated, Arjun's gaze remained fixed on her, an unsettling calmness in his eyes. "This is your last chance to show some respect. If you choose to defy me, you will only make things worse for yourself."

His tone was cold, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play.

As Aayara walked toward him, Arjun’s expression remained stern. He watched her with a mix of satisfaction and cold determination.

When she finally reached him, he took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look directly at him. “Good. Now, let’s make sure you remember your place,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

His grip on her chin was firm, a physical reminder of the control he held over her.

Arjun spoke , his voice cold and commanding " I am angry,  really angry so .... Strip! "

Aayara trembled. " please Arjun don't-"

He interrupted firmly, " don't argue ,just do it I am really pissed now "

She trembles and started to undress , her hands shaking continuously .

" Why are you doing this don't you feel guilty?"

His eyes  darkened "because you need to learn your place,  now hurry up"

Aayara looked up , barely meeting his gaze ,
"Is this really necessary

Arjun Leaned closer , his voice hard " its necessary for you to understand who's in control,  now finish "

Aayara bit her lip . nodding as she finished undressing , she was now standing in her undergarments,  shivering.

Arjun nods , " now kneel ! "

Aayara: Trembling as she kneels "What do you want from me, Arjun?"

Arjun: Leaning closer, voice dripping with menace "I want you to understand that you’re nothing but a possession to me. You’re here to serve my needs."

Aayara: Looking down, tears forming "Please, just let me go. I’ll do anything, just—"

Arjun: Cuts her off sharply "You’re not in a position to make demands. Your role is to follow orders and accept your place. Remember that."

Aayara: Voice cracking "I know... I understand."

Arjun: Eyes softening slightly but maintaining control "Good. Now, stay here and think about why you’re here and what you mean to me. I want you to remember this moment."

Aayara: Nods, trying to compose herself "Yes, Arjun."

Arjun: Standing up, his expression hardening again "I’ll be back later. Don’t move from this position."

Aayara: Hesitantly "Understood."

Arjun: Walks out of the room, leaving Aayara alone