Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*CHANGE INFRONT OF ME*

***author's pov***

As Payal looked up at Daksh, a warm smile spread across her face. The security she felt in his arms was a stark contrast to the chaos of the night. The moment felt almost intimate, and she was on the verge of confessing her feelings.

"Daksh," she began, her voice soft but filled with sincerity, "I just want you to know that... I really like you. Despite everything, I've felt something for you for a while now."

Daksh's smirk grew as he tightened his grip on Payal's waist. His gaze held a mix of amusement and dominance.

"I knew," he said, his voice laced with a mocking tone. "But like I said earlier, I will never like you. I saved you because no one can hurt you except me, babygirl."

Payal's breath hitched, the weight of his words sinking in. His touch was possessive, yet she couldn't deny the intensity of the emotions swirling inside her. She looked up at him, her expression a blend of defiance and vulnerability.

"Why do you always have to be so complicated?" she murmured, trying to steady her voice.

Daksh's smirk widened. "It's not about being complicated. It's about knowing where you stand. And right now, you stand right here with me."

He pulled her closer, his eyes locked on hers, the charged atmosphere between them crackling with unresolved tension.

Daksh leaned closer, his breath warm against Payal's skin. His eyes, filled with a fierce possessiveness, bore into hers.

"You think you can just waltz into my life and expect things to be simple?" he whispered, his voice low and intense. "You're mine to deal with, whether you like it or not."

Payal's heart raced as she felt the heat of his body and the weight of his gaze. She wanted to respond, to express her feelings, but his commanding presence left her momentarily speechless.

Daksh's lips brushed against Payal's ear as he whispered with a dark intensity, "Stay away from that freak Rayansh. If you don't, I won't spare you."

His other hand pressed firmly against her side, rubbing her waist in a way that was both possessive and warning. His grip was tight, and his voice left no room for doubt about his threat. Payal felt a shiver run down her spine, caught between the allure and the intimidation in his tone.

Daksh's lips brushed against Payal's ear as he whispered, "Don't wear that dress ever again." His breath was warm and commanding, sending a shiver down her spine as he kissed her ear lightly, emphasizing the seriousness of his words.

Daksh pulled back slightly, his gaze still intense as he looked into Payal's eyes. The room seemed to hold its breath after his whispered command. He let go of her waist, allowing the space between them to cool, but the possessiveness in his eyes remained.

Daksh retrieved a hoodie and track pants from the closet, his movements deliberate and controlled. He turned back to Payal, holding out the clothes.

"Change into these," he instructed, his tone firm but laced with an underlying tension. "I don't want anyone looking at you like that again."

Payal's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. She hesitated, glancing around the room for some privacy.

Daksh's smirk widened as he leaned against the wall, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "What's the matter? Don't want me to see you change? I thought you were so confident."

She sighed, feeling trapped but unable to argue. With a resigned nod, she began to change into the hoodie and track pants, her movements swift but self-conscious.

"Atleast close ur eyes! "Payal muttered as she took of her heels

Daksh raised an eyebrow, his smirk not fading. "Oh, now you're concerned about modesty?" he teased. "Fine, I'll close my eyes. But don't think that means I'm not watching."

He turned his back to her, though his posture and the faint grin hinted he was still very much aware of the situation.

As Payal quickly changed into the hoodie and track pants, her movements were swift and slightly frantic. Despite Daksh's playful warning, she felt a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety, trying to finish as quickly as possible while Daksh's presence loomed in the room.

As Payal slipped into the hoodie and track pants, she hummed softly to herself, trying to calm her nerves. The comfortable, oversized clothes offered a sense of relief from the tight, glamorous dress. She could feel Daksh's eyes on her, adding to her nervousness, but she focused on the task at hand, quickly adjusting to the new outfit.

Daksh's gaze followed her every move as she changed, his expression a mix of satisfaction and lingering intensity. Once she was finished, he walked towards her with a deliberate, confident stride. His eyes were still sharp, reflecting his complex feelings of possessiveness and control. As he reached her, he placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch firm but not entirely unkind.

Payal felt a shiver run down her spine as Daksh's fingers lightly brushed her shoulder. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, both from the lingering intensity and his unexpected compliment.

Daksh's smirk widened, his eyes lingering on her. "You look good in my clothes," he said, his voice carrying a mix of approval and possessiveness. "But remember, this doesn't change anything. I still don't want you around Rayansh."

" He is my friend.." payal mumbled .

Daksh's gaze hardened. "Friend or not, you should know your place. You're here because of me, and if you want to stay safe, you'll keep your distance from him. Understand?" His tone was firm, his eyes locked onto hers.