Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*AAJ TUM MUJHE TAIYAR KAROGI*

***author's pov***

Arjun’s words hung heavy in the air as he looked at Aayara with a commanding gaze.

Arjun (sternly): "Aaj tum mujhe taiyar karogi."( Today you will prepare me for office ).

Aayara's eyes widened, her heart sinking at the thought of what he was demanding. The weight of his authority was suffocating, and the implication of his command left her feeling both helpless and defiant.

Aayara (hesitantly): "Kya... kya matlab hai?"( Wh- what does it mean ?)..

Arjun’s expression didn’t soften; he remained as imposing as ever, his gaze unwavering.

Arjun (coldly): "Mujhe office ke liye tayaar karna hai. Tumhara kaam hai, aaj se."(From today , you will prepare me to go to office , it's your work .).

His words were final, and Aayara knew there was no room for negotiation. With a resigned sigh, she nodded slowly, the reality of her situation settling in. The power dynamic between them was stark, and the struggle within her was palpable.

Aayara (softly): "Thik hai."( Ok ).

Arjun nodded with satisfaction, then turned on his heel and headed towards the bathroom, leaving Aayara to follow through with his demand. She swallowed hard, preparing herself for the task ahead, knowing that her compliance was not just a matter of choice but a means of survival in this relentless game of power and control.

As Arjun chuckled darkly at Aayara’s confusion, he walked with purpose towards the bathroom. The sound of his amusement was chilling, emphasizing the dominance he held over her.

Arjun (with a dark chuckle): “Tumhe samajh aa jayega.” ( you will understand soon ).

He shut the bathroom door behind him, leaving Aayara alone in the room. Her mind raced with a mix of fear and uncertainty as she prepared herself for what lay ahead. The responsibility of “preparing” him loomed over her, a reminder of her precarious position in his world.

As Arjun stood under the shower. the water cascading over him , he laughed darkly,  the sound echoed through the bathroom- filled with a sense of satisfaction and dominance.

Arjun (laughing to himself): how easily she comes to my touch,  such control - so effortless."  the laughter was a mix of triumph and amusement reflecting his complete control and power he held over her . the way she lost herself under his touch only fueled  is sense of dominance , making him savor every moment of it.

As Arjun emerged from the bathroom, his body still glistening from the shower, he found Aayara waiting by the door, her eyes filled with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. He wrapped a towel around his waist, his demeanor still exuding an air of authority and control.

Arjun (commandingly): “Now, it’s time for you to finish what I started. Get me dressed.”

He walked over to her, the air between them charged with unspoken tension and anticipation.

Arjun stood in front of Aayara, his expression a mix of expectation and dominance.

Arjun: “You know what to do. Make sure everything is perfect.”

Aayara swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for his clothes. She carefully started dressing him, her movements hesitant but precise. The room was quiet except for the sound of rustling fabric and the occasional sharp intake of breath.

Arjun: “Don’t be nervous. Just focus on your task.”

As she buttoned his shirt, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, his control and power evident in every glance. When she finished, Arjun looked at himself in the mirror, nodding in approval.

Arjun: “Good. You’re learning quickly. Now, you can go. I have things to attend to.”

He dismissed her with a wave of his hand, his voice softening just slightly, though the underlying authority remained. Aayara exited the room, her mind racing from the close proximity and the intense experience.

Arjun smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and mischief.

Arjun: “Next time, I want you to dress me fully. I expect you to prepare everything perfectly. Consider it a test of your obedience and attention to detail.”

His voice held a note of challenge as he continued, his gaze never leaving her.

Arjun: “Don’t disappoint me.”

With that, he turned away, leaving Aayara with the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze lingering in her mind.

Aayara's cheeks flushed with a deep red as she imagined the task Arjun had set for her. Her heart raced, her mind swirling with a mix of confusion and embarrassment. She hurried back to her room, her steps quick and hurried as she tried to shake off the lingering thoughts.

Once inside, she closed the door behind her, leaning against it as she tried to calm her racing heart. The thought of having to dress Arjun completely was overwhelming, and she struggled to push aside the feelings of both anxiety and unexpected excitement.