Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

* anything but a good husband to her*

***author's pov***

Rudra collapsed onto the floor, his heart racing with frustration and anger. His fists clenched into tight balls, and his face flushed a deep red. Thoughts swirled in his mind-he wanted Aayara, not Dia. How could Dia agree to this marriage? She knew he didn't love her, and yet here they were, trapped in a situation he couldn't escape.

He cursed under his breath, the weight of the world pressing down on him. The image of Aayara's innocent face haunted him, intensifying his turmoil. Why was it so complicated? He wanted to scream, to break free from the chains of expectation, but he felt powerless.

Rudra let out a frustrated groan, leaning his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He needed to find a way to make them see-he couldn't go through with this, not when his heart was already spoken for.

The night dragged on, filled with an oppressive silence that weighed heavily in the air. Rudra lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing. Aayara's face lingered in his mind, the way she smiled, how her presence made everything feel right. But now, that feeling was overshadowed by the impending marriage to Dia.

He tossed and turned, the sheets twisted around him, mirroring his tangled emotions. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image of Dia in a wedding dress-her happiness suffocating him. The idea of being bound to someone he didn't love felt like a prison.

Unable to bear it any longer, he got up and paced the room, frustration bubbling inside him. He had to confront Arjun, to make him understand that this wasn't right. But a part of him feared the confrontation would only make things worse.

As the moonlight spilled through the window, casting shadows across the room, Rudra felt a deep longing for change-a chance to follow his heart, even if it meant defying his brother. The night felt long and lonely, but it also ignited a spark of determination within him. He needed to fight for what he truly wanted before it was too late.

Rudra's heart clenched at the thought of Dia's betrayal. She had known all along how he felt, yet she still agreed to this arrangement. It felt like a dagger in his chest, twisting with each passing moment. He had been ready to support her as a friend, but now that friendship felt tainted by this forced commitment.

He promised himself he would be anything but a good husband to Dia. He wouldn't be the man she dreamed of; he wouldn't pretend to love her. Instead, he would maintain a distance, a barrier between them, ensuring she understood that this was a marriage born out of obligation, not affection.

As the weight of that decision settled over him, he felt both a sense of relief and a deep sadness. He couldn't let his life be dictated by family expectations or societal norms. He would stand his ground, even if it meant creating a rift in the family he loved. The thought of Aayara lingered in his mind, a reminder of what true connection felt like. He would not settle for anything less.

The atmosphere in the Oberoi mansion buzzed with excitement and tension as the wedding preparations unfolded for the following Sunday. News outlets were abuzz, broadcasting the sudden engagement of two Singhania brothers-Arjun and Rudra-causing a stir in the elite circles.

Floral arrangements adorned every corner, and luxurious decorations transformed the grand hall into a spectacle fit for royalty. Yet beneath the glitz, an undercurrent of unease rippled through the family.

Arjun moved about with an air of confidence, reveling in the attention while plotting how to keep Aayara by his side. Meanwhile, Rudra roamed the mansion in a daze, wrestling with his conflicted feelings. He caught glimpses of Aayara, her innocence stark against the chaos surrounding them, and each time, his heart ached with the knowledge that their time together was slipping away.

As the day of the wedding approached, the tension thickened. Rudra couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to lose the only person who truly understood him, while Aayara remained blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing around her. The mansion was filled with laughter and joy, but for Rudra, it felt like a façade, hiding the heartbreak waiting just beneath the surface.

As Sunday dawned, the Oberoi mansion glimmered under the soft morning light, a masterpiece of elegance and grandeur. Every corner was adorned with vibrant flowers, shimmering lights, and intricately designed decorations that set a perfect backdrop for the dual wedding.

Guests began to arrive in droves, dressed in their finest attire, laughter and chatter echoing through the halls. The air was thick with anticipation and excitement, as families and friends mingled, eager to witness the union of the Singhania brothers.

In the grand hall, the wedding altar stood resplendent, draped in silks and adorned with fresh blooms. Arjun exuded confidence, greeting guests with a charming smile, while his thoughts lingered on Aayara, who remained oblivious to the tensions surrounding her.

Meanwhile, Rudra paced in a secluded corner, struggling to quell the storm brewing within him. He could see Dia in the distance, radiant and excited, yet all he could think about was Aayara's gentle presence. He knew he had to confront his feelings, but the timing felt impossible amidst the flurry of wedding preparations.

As the ceremony approached, the tension between duty and desire hung heavy in the air, setting the stage for a day filled with unexpected twists and deep emotions.