Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*SAY YOU BELONG TO ME*

***author's pov***

Arjun stepped back, his eyes locked on Aayara as he slowly pulled off his kurta, revealing his muscular, toned chest. The tension in the room thickened as he let the fabric drop to the floor. His movements were deliberate, every action calculated to remind her of the power he held over her.

Aayara stood frozen, her breath quickening as her gaze involuntarily drifted over his bare chest. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with thoughts of how to handle the situation, but her body betrayed her, reacting to the magnetic pull he exerted over her.

Arjun (smirking): "Look at you, so scared, yet so affected. You think you can hide it from me?"

He stepped closer, his chest inches from hers, the heat of his skin radiating against her trembling body. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch surprisingly gentle for the tension that lingered in the air. But it was a gentleness laced with dominance, the kind that left no room for defiance.

Arjun (voice low, dangerous): "You belong to me now, Aayara. Every part of you."

His hand moved to her waist, his fingers pressing firmly against her skin, pulling her even closer. Aayara’s breath hitched as she felt the hardness of his body against hers, the heat between them unbearable.

Her mind screamed to pull away, to resist him, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. She was trapped in the push and pull of his dominance, unable to break free from the force of his presence.

Arjun (voice soft, but commanding): "Don't fight it, Aayara. You’ll only make it harder for yourself."

His lips hovered dangerously close to hers again, his breath warm against her skin. He didn’t kiss her, though, instead letting the anticipation build, his smirk widening as he watched her struggle to maintain control.

Arjun: "Now, be a good girl and do as you're told."

The power dynamics between them were unmistakable, and as Arjun’s hand trailed down her waist, Aayara knew that her battle had only just begun.

Arjun’s fingers lingered at her waist, then trailed up to her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. The intensity of his gaze made her heart race, the tension between them building with every passing second.

Arjun (low, commanding): "Say it, Aayara. Say you belong to me."

Aayara’s lips parted, but no words came out. She felt trapped, her body betraying her with every touch. She wanted to fight, to push him away, but she couldn’t—his presence was overwhelming, suffocating her with both fear and something she couldn’t explain.

He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together, his lips just a whisper away from her ear.

Arjun (voice darker): "I don’t like to repeat myself. Say it."

Aayara's heart pounded in her chest. The feel of his breath against her ear, his hands gripping her waist with possessive authority, sent a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes, unable to meet his demanding gaze, her lips trembling.

Aayara (barely audible): "I... belong to you."

A slow, dark smile crept across Arjun’s face. He leaned in, brushing his lips against the side of her neck, sending another wave of heat through her body. His voice was a mix of satisfaction and arrogance, knowing he had her right where he wanted.

Arjun: "Good girl."

His hands slid down her sides, the dominance in his touch growing stronger. He didn’t ask permission, didn’t wait for her to respond—he knew she was powerless under his control. He moved closer, lips grazing her skin, claiming her inch by inch as he made it clear that resisting was futile.

Aayara’s breath quickened, her mind swirling in confusion. She hated him—hated the control he had over her—but her body responded in ways she couldn’t control, betraying her at every moment. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, his lips finally capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss.

She gasped into the kiss, her hands pushing against his chest weakly, but he didn’t stop. His kiss deepened, more forceful, more consuming. It was a battle of wills, one that she was losing fast.

When he finally pulled away, he smirked down at her, his thumb brushing her swollen lips.

Arjun (whispering): "You’ll learn soon enough, Aayara. You belong to me, and there’s no escape."

With that, he released her, taking a step back, leaving her breathless and trembling. The room seemed to spin around her as she tried to process what had just happened. The line between control and desire had blurred, and Aayara knew that no matter how much she wanted to, escaping Arjun would be impossible.