Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*let RUDRA marry dia *

***author's pov***

The atmosphere shifted as the maid entered, announcing, "Vishal Thakur has arrived with his family."

Arjun’s expression hardened slightly at the mention of Vishal. He turned to Aayara, concern flickering in his eyes. "Stay close to me," he murmured, sensing the tension that often accompanied the Thakur family.

Meera's smirk returned, clearly delighted by the unexpected visit. "This should be entertaining," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I wonder what they want this time."

Rudra crossed his arms, his expression serious. "Vishal is not someone to underestimate. His family has connections, and they’re not afraid to use them."

Aayara’s curiosity piqued. "Who is Vishal Thakur?"

Arjun’s gaze remained fixed on the doorway as he replied, "He’s a businessman, but he’s also a player in our world. His family often tries to meddle in ours."

Just then, the door opened wide, and Vishal Thakur entered, flanked by his parents. His presence was imposing, and a confident smile played on his lips. "Good evening, everyone," he greeted, his gaze sweeping over the room.

Meera stepped forward, her expression overly friendly. "Vishal! What a pleasant surprise. To what do we owe this visit?"

Vishal’s smile widened. "I came to discuss a potential collaboration. I believe our families can benefit from working together."

Arjun's jaw tightened, and he shot Aayara a warning look. The last thing he wanted was for her to get tangled in Vishal's schemes.

"Of course," Meera replied, feigning interest. "I’m sure we’d all love to hear more."

As the Thakur family settled in, Aayara felt a knot forming in her stomach. The dynamic in the room was shifting, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that this visit would complicate her already tumultuous life.

Vishal’s gaze was fixed on Arjun, a challenging smirk on his lips. “You said you would marry my sister Dia, and now I hear you’re marrying some poor girl suddenly? What’s going on, Arjun?”

Arjun’s expression remained steely, but the tension in the room escalated. “That’s none of your concern, Vishal. My decisions are my own.”

Meera chimed in, trying to regain control of the conversation. “It’s true that plans can change, Vishal. We all make choices that best suit our interests.”

Vishal leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. “Interesting choice, then. A girl who’s practically a nobody in our world. Are you sure you know what you’re getting into?”

Rudra’s frustration simmered just beneath the surface. “Watch your words, Thakur. Aayara is not just ‘some girl.’”

Aayara stood to the side, feeling the weight of their words. She glanced at Arjun, searching for support, but his eyes remained focused on Vishal, a dark intensity simmering within.

Vishal’s smirk deepened. “Seems like the Singhanias have really gone downhill. I expected more from you, Arjun. Are you sure this is the legacy you want to leave?”

Arjun took a step forward, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know anything about my legacy, Vishal. And I suggest you mind your own business.”

The air thickened with tension as the two men squared off, each unwilling to back down. Aayara could feel the unease in the room, and she knew this confrontation was just beginning.

Vishal stood up, his anger palpable. “This is not just your decision, Arjun! You and Dia were bound to marry since childhood! What about my reputation? You’re ruining everything!”

Arjun's jaw tightened. “Reputation? You think I care about reputation over my own choices? I don’t owe you or anyone else an explanation.”

Meera interjected, trying to regain control. “Vishal, let’s not make a scene. This isn’t the time or place for it.”

But Vishal pressed on, his voice rising. “No, Meera! This is exactly the time. Arjun is throwing away years of tradition for a girl who doesn’t belong in our world! It’s unacceptable.”

Rudra stepped forward, his eyes fierce. “Aayara is not just some girl! She deserves respect, something you clearly don’t understand.”

Vishal scoffed, dismissing Rudra’s words. “Respect? From someone like Arjun? Don’t make me laugh. This is about power, family ties, and honor. You’re jeopardizing everything for a whim!”

Arjun’s expression darkened further. “You have no idea what I’m willing to risk for my own happiness. If you can’t accept that, then that’s your problem, not mine.”

Meera smirked, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “It’s okay, Vishal beta. If it’s about your reputation, then Rudra is also of marriageable age. He can marry Dia, and Arjun will marry Aayara.”

The room fell silent as her words sank in. Arjun’s expression hardened, anger flaring in his eyes. “You can’t be serious, Meera. This isn’t a game.”

Rudra clenched his fists, looking between Arjun and Aayara. “I won’t be part of this twisted plan. Dia deserves better than being used as a pawn.”

Meera waved her hand dismissively. “You’re all being dramatic. This is about preserving our status and ensuring everything is in order. Aayara is just a tool in this situation.”

Aayara’s heart raced as she felt the weight of Meera’s words. She stepped forward, her voice trembling but determined. “I’m not a tool. I have my own life and dreams. You can’t just decide my future like this!”

Meera laughed lightly, a cold, dismissive sound. “Oh, Aayara, you really think you have a say in this? You’re marrying Arjun whether you like it or not.”

Arjun’s jaw tightened. “Enough, Meera. I won’t let you dictate my life or Aayara’s. This is our decision to make.”