Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*Arjun bhaiya maar dalenge*

***author's pov***

Meera stood up, her voice dripping with faux sweetness as she took Arjun's hand. "Arjun, beta," she said, forcing a smile, "you’re so successful and wealthy. Why would you even consider marrying someone like Aayara? She’s... well, let’s just say she doesn’t fit our status."

She glanced around the table, ensuring everyone was listening. "I can help you find someone more suitable—girls from good families, girls who can truly complement your position. You deserve someone who matches your caliber."

Her words were laced with a sly undertone, hoping to plant doubt in his mind. "Think about it. You have so many options. Why settle for... this?" She gestured dismissively, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Arjun, still calm, raised an eyebrow. "Meera, you seem to forget that I can choose who I want to marry. Status isn't everything. Aayara is more than you think."

But Meera was undeterred, smirking at the challenge. "Oh, I know you’re capable of making your own decisions, but marrying for love? In this world? It’s risky. You’re playing a dangerous game, and I just want what’s best for you."

The tension in the room escalated, the clash of their wills palpable.

Arjun leaned closer to Meera, a smirk playing on his lips as he whispered, "Did you really think I’d just walk by your orders? You aren’t my mother. Know your limits."

His tone was low but edged with steel, making it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate her meddling.

Meera's smile faltered slightly, realizing the gravity of his words. "But Arjun—"

He cut her off, straightening up and looking around the table. "This is my decision. Aayara is not just some pawn for my pleasure. She means more to me than you can imagine."

The atmosphere grew thick with tension, each family member weighing the implications of Arjun’s declaration.

Arjun walked to Aayara, his expression neutral but commanding. He took her hand, pulling her gently but firmly toward her room. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, and Aayara could feel the weight of his intentions.

Once inside, he closed the door behind them, turning to face her. "We need to talk," he said, his voice steady. Aayara swallowed hard, sensing the seriousness of the moment.

Rudra clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he watched Arjun lead Aayara away. Every instinct in him screamed to intervene, to pull her away from his brother's cold grip. But he restrained himself, knowing that Arjun's temper was volatile, and any interference now could escalate things. His eyes burned with frustration as he muttered under his breath, trying to maintain his composure.

He couldn’t understand why Arjun was so adamant about this marriage, and it made his blood boil. Yet, for now, all he could do was wait, watching Aayara disappear with Arjun behind closed doors.

Rudra stormed out of the dining room, the sound of the fork clattering to the floor echoing behind him. He felt the heat of anger rise within him as he paced outside, running a hand through his hair in frustration. How could Arjun be so blind to the chaos he was creating?

He stepped out into the cool air, trying to calm himself. He needed to find Aayara and make sure she was okay. Thoughts raced through his mind about how to confront Arjun and protect her without causing a scene. Determined, he took a deep breath and headed toward her room, ready to confront whatever lay ahead.

Daksh ran to stop him .." Bhai ! Marwaoge kya! Kyu par rahe ...choro ...! Dusri ladki dekh lo .. Arjun bhaiya ko pta chal gya to maar dalenge ! "

Rudra turned sharply at Daksh's voice, frustration boiling over. "Usne us ladki ko kyun pakda hai? Yeh sab kuch bekar hai!"

Daksh stepped closer, urgency in his tone. "Bhai, socho! Arjun bhaiya abhi bhi apni shadi ka plan kar rahe hain. Agar tumne kuch kiya, toh sab kuch khatam ho jayega. Aayara ko bacha lo, lekin is waqt sabr rakho!"

Rudra clenched his jaw, torn between his protective instincts and the need for caution. "Lekin main ye nahi dekh sakta, Daksh! Uske saath jo ho raha hai—"

"Main janta hoon! Lekin agar tumne kuch kiya, toh Aayara aur bhi zyada khatre mein aa jayegi. Chalo, pehle usse sambhalo, phir hum kuch sochenge," Daksh insisted, trying to keep the situation under control.

Rudra hesitated, his anger battling with reason. Finally, he nodded, forcing himself to take a step back. "Theek hai, lekin main is baat ko nahi bhoolunga."( Fine , but i will not forget this! ).

As Rudra entered his room, he slammed the door behind him, frustration pouring out. He paced back and forth, replaying the breakfast scene in his mind. Arjun’s smug face, Aayara’s startled expression—it all made his blood boil.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. "This isn't over," he muttered under his breath. He grabbed his phone, debating whether to text Aayara or confront Arjun directly.

Just then, a knock interrupted his thoughts. It was Daksh, looking concerned. "Bhai, are you okay?"

Rudra shot him a glare. "No, I'm not okay! Arjun is making a mistake, and I can't just sit back and watch."

Daksh leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "We need a plan. Confronting Arjun right now will only escalate things. Let’s think this through."

Rudra sighed, the tension easing slightly. "Fine. But we need to protect Aayara. She doesn’t deserve this."

"Agreed. Let’s keep an eye on her and figure out how to handle Arjun without causing a bigger mess," Daksh replied, determination in his voice.

Rudra nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "Right. We’ll do whatever it takes."