Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*MERI BEHAN SE DUR REH*

***author's pov***

As Sahil pulled into the crowded parking area of the race track, Payal's eyes widened at the sight. The venue was buzzing with excitement-spectators milling around, engines revving, and colorful lights illuminating the area. The cars were sleek and powerful, lined up in a display of speed and style.

Payal's heart raced not only from the excitement of the race but also from the anticipation of seeing Daksh and how he would react to her presence. The roar of the crowd and the smell of fuel filled the air, adding to the electric atmosphere of the event.

Sahil walked confidently through the throngs of people, his grip firm and protective around Payal's hand. He guided her past the cheering crowds and the high-end cars lined up for the race, his gaze sharp and focused. His protective stance was evident, as he kept a close watch on his sister, ensuring she was shielded from the chaos around them.

Payal, feeling both excited and slightly nervous, glanced around, searching for Daksh. The buzz of anticipation from the crowd and the powerful presence of the racing cars created a thrilling atmosphere.

Sahil's smirk widened as he caught sight of Daksh, Rudra, and their entourage by their car. He gave Payal's hand a reassuring squeeze before he took a confident step forward, his eyes locking onto Daksh. The smirk on Sahil's face conveyed both challenge and amusement.

"Looks like we've found our competition," Sahil said, his voice steady and full of confidence. He gestured towards Daksh and Rudra, making sure they knew he was fully aware of the stakes.

Daksh, noticing Sahil's arrival, gave a sly grin, recognizing the determined glint in Sahil's eyes. The tension between them was palpable as the two rival racers faced off, each sizing up the other.

Daksh's eyes moved to Payal, taking in her appearance from head to toe. His gaze darkened with a mix of admiration and possessiveness. The sleek, figure-hugging dress she wore accentuated her curves, drawing his attention entirely. His smirk grew, as he appreciated her effort to look her best tonight, clearly trying to catch his eye.

He approached her, his steps deliberate and his expression a mix of intrigue and challenge. "Nice dress," he said, his voice low and tinged with a teasing edge. "Looks like you're here to make an impression."

Payal met his gaze, her heart racing, trying to maintain her composure despite the intensity of his stare.

Sahil clenched his jaw, his protective instincts flaring as he pulled Payal behind him, positioning himself between her and Daksh. His glare was intense, a clear warning to Daksh.

"Dur reh meri behan se " ("Stay away from my sister,")Sahil said firmly, his voice cold and authoritative. "I won't tolerate any trouble from you."

Daksh's smirk faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing as he met Sahil's challenge. "Just having a conversation," he said, his tone casual but his gaze sharp. "No need to be so protective. But if you insist..."

He turned his attention back to Payal, his gaze softer now but still filled with a mixture of interest and challenge. "I'll see you around, Payal. Enjoy the race."

With that, Daksh walked away, leaving Sahil to watch him warily.

Payal sighed , " Mai thik hu bhai ... Daksh dost h ...bas .. " ( daksh is only a friend, I am ok bro " )

Sahil's grip on Payal's hand tightened slightly. "Payal, I understand you think of him as a friend, but he's trouble. I don't want you getting involved in anything that could put you at risk."

Payal nodded, trying to reassure her brother. "I know, bhai. But really, it's nothing. Let's focus on the race."

Sahil reluctantly released her hand but kept a watchful eye on Daksh and the others, his concern for Payal evident.

Sahil: "Payal, mujhe tumhari chinta hai. Daksh aur uske doston ke saath mat jao. Yeh log sirf dikkat laayenge."( Payal, i am concerned about safety, don't go anywhere with daksh and his friends , they will only bring issues ) .

Payal: "Bhai, main theek hoon. Daksh sirf ek dost hai, kuch nahi."( Bro , i am ok , daksh is only a friend, nothing else ) .

Sahil: "Mujhe tumhari suraksha ki chinta hai. Tumhe khud ko isse door rakhna chahiye."( I am concerned for your safety, start away from this ) .

Payal: "Bhai, samajh jao. Main bas race dekhne aayi hoon. Tum chinta mat karo."( Bro , understand, i only came here to watch the race, don't worry ).

Sahil: "Theek hai, lekin agar tumhe koi dikkat ho toh mujhe zaroor batao. Main yahin hoon."( Ok , but if you have any problem, you will tell me , I am here ) .

Payal: "Haan, bhai. Tum fikar mat karo."( Yes bro , don't worry) .

Sahil made her stand where the other girls were cheering and shouting. .

Sahil: "Yahaan khadi raho aur cheer karo. Main race ke liye jaa raha hoon."( Stand here and cheer , i am going to the race) .

Payal: "Theek hai, bhai. Tum dhyan rakhna."( Ok bro, take care )

Sahil: "Tum bhi apna dhyan rakhna. Agar kuch ho, mujhe turant bata dena."( Take care of yourself too, and if anything happens, tell me instantly) .

Payal: "Haan, main yahin hoon. Tum tension mat lo." ( Yes , I am here only , don't take stress ) .

Sahil walked towards his car, ready for the race, while Payal stood among the cheering crowd, her eyes searching for Daksh and the other participants.