Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*A HECTIC DAY*

***author's pov***

Arjun sat in his dimly lit office, the glow of the desk lamp casting shadows on his sharp features. Papers were scattered across the large mahogany desk, and his laptop screen reflected the complex business reports he was reviewing. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes focused intently on the numbers as he worked late into the night, trying to stay ahead of his competition.

The quiet hum of the city outside his office window barely registered in his mind as he focused on the task at hand. Every now and then, his thoughts drifted back to the events of the previous night. His irritation at the way things had unfolded with Aayara still simmered beneath the surface. He clenched his fists, trying to push the thought of her out of his mind and redirect his energy back to his work.

The tension in his body was palpable, a mixture of frustration, anger, and something else he couldn't quite place. It gnawed at him, distracting him from the work he was supposed to be focused on. Arjun leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples, knowing that sleep wouldn't come easy tonight.

Daya quietly entered the office, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. She approached Arjun's desk with a file in her hand, her expression professional and calm.

"Sir," she spoke softly, careful not to disrupt his concentration too much, "the documents for the new acquisition are ready for your signature."

Arjun didn't look up immediately, still staring at the screen. After a moment, he exhaled deeply and closed his laptop, leaning back in his chair. His dark eyes finally shifted to Daya, acknowledging her presence.

"Leave them on the desk," he said, his voice low and composed, though there was a hint of impatience.

Daya hesitated for a moment before placing the file down. "Is there anything else you need, sir?"

Arjun glanced at the file briefly before running a hand through his hair. "That will be all," he replied coldly, his mind still occupied by the events from the night before.

As Daya turned to leave, Arjun's gaze lingered on the file, but his thoughts wandered back to Aayara, and the irritation he felt flared up again. Even when he tried to bury himself in work, her presence in his life gnawed at him relentlessly.

Arjun groaned in frustration, his patience wearing thin. He pushed his chair back, standing abruptly. His movements were sharp, filled with the intensity of his boiling emotions. Grabbing his coat from the back of his chair, he threw it over his shoulder, the fabric sliding effortlessly as he adjusted it.

The pressure of the night, the words from Meera, and Aayara's defiance still gnawed at him. No matter how much work he drowned himself in, it all came back to that burning anger.

Without a word to Daya, he stormed out of the office, his footsteps heavy as they echoed down the hallway. He needed a break - or perhaps just something, or someone, to take out his frustration on.

Arjun's drive to the mansion was filled with a simmering intensity. He navigated the streets with a grim determination, the usual calm of his driving replaced by a sense of urgency. The city lights blurred past as his mind churned with thoughts of Meera, Aayara, and the mounting pressures he faced.

As he arrived at the mansion, he barely noticed the grandeur of the estate. He pulled into the driveway with a sense of purpose, his grip on the steering wheel tight. Exiting the car, he made his way swiftly up to the front entrance, his frustration palpable in every step. The issues that had been brewing all day seemed to amplify with each passing moment, and he was determined to confront them head-on.

Arjun's irritation flared as he saw Meera smiling with his father in the hall. Their casual demeanor only added to his growing frustration. He tried to mask his displeasure as he approached them, his face a tight mask of control.

"Father, Meera," he greeted with a forced calm, "I didn't expect to find you here at this hour."

Meera's smile faltered slightly as she turned to face him. "Arjun, you're home early. Everything alright?"

Arjun's gaze flickered between Meera and his father. "Just needed to clear some things up. Can we talk?" he asked, his tone clipped.

His father nodded, sensing the tension. "Of course, Arjun. Let's discuss it in my study."

As they moved toward the study, Meera followed, her smile replaced by a concerned expression. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken questions and unresolved issues, setting the stage for a tense conversation.

Once inside the study, Arjun shut the door firmly behind them, his posture rigid. The room was dimly lit, filled with the faint scent of old leather and polished wood. His father took a seat behind his large mahogany desk, while Arjun stood in front, Meera beside him, her expression neutral but alert.

Arjun didn't waste any time. "I need to know why Meera is here with you, Father. What's going on?"

His father adjusted his glasses, looking at Arjun with a measured expression. "We were discussing some upcoming business matters. Meera has been giving us some valuable insights."

Meera interjected smoothly, "It's been an opportunity for us to collaborate more closely. We thought it would be beneficial."

Arjun's gaze remained steely. "Beneficial or not, I wasn't informed about this meeting. It's important that I'm kept in the loop, especially when it concerns family and business."

His father's tone was firm but understanding. "Arjun, we value your input greatly. We're making efforts to ensure we communicate better. I apologize if this came as a surprise."

Arjun nodded curtly, though his tension didn't fully dissipate. "I appreciate that. Let's make sure there are no more surprises."

With that, he turned to Meera. "I hope we're clear on our boundaries moving forward. I don't want any more misunderstandings."

Meera met his gaze with a calm nod. "Understood."

Arjun's father looked between them, sensing the need to defuse the situation. "Why don't we all sit down and discuss the details? We can clear the air and focus on what needs to be done."

The tension in the room eased slightly as they took their seats, beginning what would hopefully be a productive conversation.