Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*IF ARJUN BHAIYA FOUND ABOUT THESE MEETINGS?*

***author's pov***

Aayara's heart skipped a beat as she heard the knock on her door. She quickly composed herself, smoothing her disheveled clothes and taking a deep breath before opening the door.

Rudra stood there, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Is everything okay?" he asked, noticing her flushed cheeks and the anxious look in her eyes.

Aayara managed a shaky smile. "Yes, just... dealing with some things. How can I help you?"

Rudra's eyes narrowed slightly with concern as he took in Aayara's flushed appearance. His heart ached with a mix of protectiveness and frustration. "Is this because of Arjun Bhaiya?" he asked softly, trying to mask the intensity of his feelings.

Aayara hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor. She wasn’t sure how much to reveal, but the pain in Rudra’s voice was palpable. "It’s complicated," she murmured.

Rudra stepped closer, his voice firm yet gentle. "If you need help or someone to talk to, you can count on me. I don’t want to see you hurting."

Rudra took a deep breath, his concern momentarily shifting to excitement. "Actually, I came to tell you about something I've been working on," he said, trying to divert the conversation. "I've been preparing for a big race. It’s something I've kept secret for a while."

Aayara looked up, curiosity piqued. "A race? Like a car race?"

Rudra nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yeah, it’s something I’m passionate about. I’ve been training hard for it. It’s my way of escaping the pressures of the family business."

Aayara’s eyes widened, a genuine interest shining through her earlier discomfort. "That sounds incredible. How long have you been doing this?"

Rudra chuckled, the tension easing slightly. "For years now. It’s my secret escape. But lately, it’s become more than just a hobby. I’m aiming for something big this time."

Aayara smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "That’s really impressive, Rudra. I didn’t know you had this side to you."

Rudra's smile softened. "Most people don’t. But thanks for listening. It means a lot."

Rudra’s eyes lingered on Aayara’s smile, a warmth spreading through him that he hadn’t anticipated. Her genuine expression of interest and support made him forget, if only for a moment, the weight of his secret and the pressures of his life.

For a brief second, he allowed himself to imagine a future where he could share more of himself without the burden of family expectations or the need for secrecy. Her smile, though innocent and unguarded, was a beacon of something he hadn't realized he was missing.

"Thank you, Aayara," he said softly, his voice carrying a sincerity he rarely showed. "It’s nice to have someone to talk to about it."

He hesitated, then continued, "You’re the first person I’ve really shared this with. It’s... refreshing."

Aayara’s smile widened, her curiosity about his passion bridging the gap between their worlds. "I’m glad you did. I’d love to hear more about it sometime."

Rudra nodded, appreciating her kindness. "I’ll hold you to that. Maybe you can come to one of my races sometime."

As he turned to leave, a small part of him felt lighter, buoyed by the unexpected connection and the possibility of sharing more with her in the future.

Rudra turned abruptly and gently took Aayara’s hands in his. His gaze was intense, yet tender, as he spoke with a sense of determination.

“Aayara,” he said, his voice steady but filled with concern, “I want you to know that I’ll do everything I can to make things better for you. This situation, it isn’t fair, and you don’t deserve this.”

His grip on her hands tightened slightly, a silent promise of his intent to protect and support her. “I’ll figure out a way to help you. You’re not alone in this.”

Aayara looked up at him, a mix of surprise and hope in her eyes. His gesture was unexpected, and the sincerity in his words brought a small spark of comfort to her troubled heart.

“Thank you, Rudra,” she replied softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. “I appreciate it more than you know.”

Rudra gave her a reassuring smile. “Just hold on a little longer. We’ll get through this.”

He released her hands but kept his eyes on her for a moment longer, his heart feeling lighter knowing he had reached out and made a difference, however small, in her life.

Rudra walked out of her room with a faint smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. His heart was still heavy with concern for Aayara, but the connection they shared, even briefly, gave him hope. As he closed the door behind him, he resolved to find a way to help her, determined to make a difference in her life.

Daksh saw him , his eyes widening slightly.

Daksh: “What were you doing in Aayara’s room?”

Rudra: raising an eyebrow “Just talking. Why do you care?”

Daksh: “You seemed pretty close. Did she need something?”

Rudra: “She was upset. I was just trying to offer some support.”

Daksh: narrowing his eyes “Support, huh? You’re not usually this kind with anyone. What’s going on?”

Rudra: sighing “Let’s just say I understand how she feels. Besides, she’s not as indifferent as you might think.”

Daksh: crossing his arms “I see. Well, if you’re sticking around, I hope you’re aware of what you’re getting into.”

Rudra: giving a half-smile “I can handle it. You should focus on your own issues.”

Daksh: grumbling “Whatever. Just keep things in check, alright?”

Rudra: “I will. Don’t worry about it.”

With that, Rudra walked away, leaving Daksh standing with a mix of curiosity and frustration.

Daksh: muttering to himself “If Arjun bhaiya finds out about these secret meetings...”

He frowned, thinking about the potential fallout. His mind raced with scenarios of how Arjun might react if he discovered Rudra's growing closeness with Aayara. The consequences of such a discovery could be severe, and Daksh knew better than to underestimate his brother's reactions.

Daksh: shaking his head “I need to keep an eye on things. No room for mistakes.”