Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*jab ye mera bed totega hamari suhagrat pe *

***author's pov***

Arjun’s patience wore thin as he watched Aayara sobbing. He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the display of emotion.

“Seriously?” he snapped, his tone cold. “We’re not here for a drama session. This is a practical decision. We both need this, so stop crying and think about what’s best for both of us. It’s not about feelings; it’s about making the most of a situation we’re stuck in.”

He crossed his arms, waiting for her to compose herself.

Arjun watched her for a moment before sighing. “Alright,” he said, his voice softening just a bit. “I’ll give you some time to think it over. But remember, this is a solution to a problem we both need to deal with. Don’t make it more complicated than it needs to be.”

He turned and walked towards the door, leaving Aayara to process the situation on her own.

As Aayara sat on the bed, her tears flowed freely. She felt overwhelmed by the weight of her predicament. She whispered to herself, “Why me? Krishna ji, please, if I must marry him, let there be some kindness, some mercy. I can’t bear to be just a slave in this marriage. Please help me find a way to survive this with some dignity.”

Her sobs were a mixture of fear and desperation, hoping that some divine intervention might change her fate or at least grant her the strength to endure what was coming.

After a while Arjun walked inside ... He clenched his jaw as he looked at her still crying .

Arjun’s frustration boiled over as he clenched his jaw, his patience wearing thin. “Stop the fucking crying!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.

His anger seemed to intensify the atmosphere, making the room feel even colder. He took a step closer, his gaze hard as he tried to regain control over his emotions. “We have a deal. I don’t have time for this emotional outburst. Either you accept this or not, but you need to get yourself together.”

Arjun pushed her onto the bed, looming over her with an intense glare. His face was close to hers, his breath mingling with hers as he spoke with a cold edge. “You’re either with me on this, or you’re not. But if you’re going to be my wife, you need to stop these tears and accept the reality of our situation.”

His proximity and the forceful way he’d placed her on the bed added to the charged atmosphere, making it clear that he was determined to assert his control in this moment.

Arjun’s smirk widened as he saw her nodding in resignation. “Good,” he said, his voice a mix of satisfaction and dominance. “Now, let’s get some rest. We have a lot to do, and you need to be ready for what’s coming.”

He straightened up and moved away, leaving her on the bed. The tension in the room lingered, a stark reminder of the arrangement they were both now bound to.

Aayara froze at the sound of Arjun's voice. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting his with a mix of apprehension and resignation. Arjun's smirk remained as he waited for her response, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

"Come on, future wifey," he repeated, his tone teasing yet commanding. "A goodnight kiss, if you please."

Despite her internal turmoil, Aayara took a deep breath, gathering her courage. She walked back toward him, her movements deliberate. As she reached him, she placed a light, hesitant kiss on his cheek, trying to mask her feelings behind a facade of composure. Arjun's smirk softened slightly, satisfied with her compliance.

As AAYARA turned to leave , Arjun hand shot out , gripping her waist in a firm possessive hold.  he hold her against him, his lips crashing on to her with a forceful harsh kiss . the intensity of the kiss  was overwhelming,  leaving her breathless and struggling to keep her composer.  Arjun 's  kiss  were demanding-  making it clear that he was asserting his control with a  mix of dominance and possession.

Arjun pulled away from the kiss, his breath coming in heavy, ragged bursts. His eyes, darkened with intensity, locked onto Aayara’s. The heat of the moment hung between them, charged and palpable. He took a moment to regain his composure, his gaze never leaving hers. The kiss had stirred something within him, leaving him both unsettled and intrigued.

He smirked at her form , his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance.

" are you so breathless by a kiss? I wonder tab kya hoga jab mera ye bada sa bed totega hamari suhagrat pe .. " ( what will happen when my big bed will be tested on our wedding night ) . His voice was laced  with dark promise,  hitting  at the intensity of what he anticipated would come next.

Aayara’s eyes widened in shock and fear at Arjun's words, her breath catching in her throat. She looked at him with a mix of disbelief and apprehension, her mind racing with the implications of his bold statement.

Arjun chuckled huskily, enjoying her reaction. He leaned in closer, his voice low and taunting. "Don’t look so surprised. You’ve been quite the enigma since I brought you here. I’m curious to see how you’ll handle everything I have in store." His eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and dominance.

Arjun's smirk widened as he leaned back, his gaze steady on Aayara. "My slave... soon to be my wife. How ironic, isn’t it? You thought you could defy me, but soon you’ll be bound to me in every way." His tone was filled with a mix of dominance and satisfaction, leaving Aayara feeling a shiver of both apprehension and intrigue.

Arjun opened the door, his expression still a mix of smug satisfaction and cold authority. He glanced back at Aayara with a final, piercing look before stepping out of the room, leaving her to grapple with the weight of his words and the intensity of the moment.

Aayara hurried back to her room, her heart pounding. She shut the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment to steady her breath. The encounter with Arjun left her shaken and confused, and she needed time to process everything that had just happened.