Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*NOT NOW , NOT EVER*

***author's pov***

"Rudra, please," Dia urged, her grip tightening on his shoulders. "I love you. I know this isn't how you imagined things, but we can make it work. We just need to give each other a chance."

Rudra met her gaze, conflicted. "You don’t understand, Dia. I can’t just forget about Aayara. She’s… everything I didn’t know I wanted."

Dia's heart sank, but she pressed on. "Then let me be there for you. I may not be Aayara, but I can love you fiercely. We can build something together."

He hesitated, the turmoil in his heart evident. "What if I can't feel the same for you? What if this just complicates everything more?"

"Then let me show you," Dia replied softly, her eyes pleading. "Let’s take it one day at a time. I promise to be patient. Just don’t shut me out."

Rudra pushed her , irritated by her voice and promise of making him love her

" you could have denied from marriage!! But you didn't! , you  are also like others! A selfish woman!! , I will warn u!! Don't dare to touch me from now, We aren't not husband and wife!! Even I don't know u as my bestfriend , ! " He screamed , his black eyes burning with rage.

Dia staggered back, hurt flashing across her face. "Rudra, I didn’t choose this either! You think I wanted to marry you under these circumstances?"

Rudra’s anger flared. "You agreed! You didn’t even fight for what you wanted! You just accepted it like everyone else!"

"I did it for my family, for our families!" she shot back, her voice rising. "But that doesn’t mean I don’t care for you. I thought you’d at least give us a chance!"

Rudra clenched his fists, struggling to contain his emotions. "This isn’t about chances, Dia. It’s about respect. You think you can just step into my life and pretend everything is fine? It’s not."

Dia's eyes shimmered with tears, but she stood her ground. "If you want to push me away, that’s your choice. But don’t forget that I’m here, ready to support you no matter what. You don’t have to do this alone."

"I don’t need your support," he replied harshly, though a part of him ached at the thought of pushing her away. "Not now, not ever."

"But you like me, Rudra," Dia pressed, desperation creeping into her voice. "I know you do. I can see it in the way you look at me. Why won’t you just admit it?"

He turned away, frustration boiling inside him. "It doesn’t matter what I like! You’re not the person I want. I need someone who’s willing to fight for us, not just accept their fate."

With that, he stormed out, leaving Dia standing there, heartbroken but resolute, determined to prove him wrong.

Dia fell to the floor, her anger spilling over as she ripped off her jewelry, flinging it aside. Tears streamed down her face as she realized the truth: all this chaos was because of Aayara.

"Why does it have to be her?" she cried, her voice filled with frustration. "Why does Rudra look at her like that? I don’t understand!"

As she tossed her bangles aside, each clink echoed her heartbreak. "I was supposed to be happy today! This was supposed to be my wedding too!"

The reality of her situation settled in, and she pounded her fists on the ground. "Rudra doesn’t even care! He’s just so fixated on her!"

In her despair, she felt a surge of determination. "I won’t let Aayara take him from me. I will show him that I can be the one he needs. I will fight for this—no matter what it takes!"

With a fierce resolve, she wiped her tears and gathered the scattered jewelry, vowing to reclaim what was rightfully hers.

Dia's heart sank as she repeatedly called Rudra, each attempt met with silence. Frustration boiled within her as she realized he had blocked her number. "How could he do this to me?" she muttered, feeling betrayed.

She paced the room, her mind racing. "I won't let him ignore me like this," she decided. Desperate to reach him, she thought of other ways to get his attention. "Maybe if I show up at his favorite spot…"

Determined, she wiped her tears and quickly got ready. "I need to make him understand how much I care," she whispered to herself, vowing to fight for Rudra, no matter the odds. With a determined heart, she headed out, ready to confront him and prove her love.

Rudra's fists pounded against the heavy bag in the dimly lit basement, each strike fueled by rage and betrayal. He gritted his teeth, envisioning Arjun's smug face and Dia’s empty promises. "How could you do this to me?" he growled, the sound echoing in the enclosed space.

With every hit, he pushed away the pain of their betrayal, reminding himself of his resolve. "She wanted the title, the wealth, but she’ll never have my heart," he vowed, his knuckles raw but unwavering.

Breathing heavily, he paused, wiping sweat from his brow. "I’ll show them both. I’ll make it clear that love is not something I’ll give freely." The anger coursed through him, igniting a fierce determination. Rudra knew he had to protect his heart, even if it meant shutting out those he once cared for.

Dia rushed into the basement, her eyes wide with desperation. "Rudra!" she called, her voice echoing off the walls. "Please, just listen to me!"

Rudra turned, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. "What do you want, Dia?" he snapped, stepping back to put distance between them. "You made your choice."

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she pleaded, "I didn’t want this! I thought… I thought we could be happy together. You know I love you!"

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Love? You chose to marry me for status, not for love. Don’t pretend it was anything else."

"That’s not true!" she insisted, her voice trembling. "I never wanted to hurt you. I was forced into this!"

Rudra's gaze hardened. "Then why didn’t you say no? You could have stood up for what you wanted."

"I was scared!" she admitted, stepping closer, reaching for him. "But I want to make this work. Just give me a chance!"

He took another step back, his heart racing but his resolve unyielding. "I can’t. You’ve already broken my trust." The pain in his voice was unmistakable, but he refused to show any weakness.

"Rudra, please!" she cried, desperation etched on her face. "I need you. We can figure this out together."

He clenched his jaw, torn between anger and the remnants of affection he still felt. "You’ve made your choice, Dia. Now live with it." With that, he turned back to the heavy bag, resuming his relentless punches, drowning out her pleas with the sound of his fury.

Rudra laughed mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You were forced into this? Liar! Everyone knows you're obsessed with me!" He turned to face her, arms crossed, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief.

Dia's face flushed with embarrassment, but she stood her ground. "I loved you, Rudra! I thought you would come to love me back! I never meant for it to end like this."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Love? You think this is love? You were ready to marry my brother just to keep up appearances. You never cared about me!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fought to maintain her composure. "I thought it was what was best for both of us. I didn’t realize how much it would hurt you."

"Best for us?" he echoed incredulously. "You’ve made a mockery of what we had! You think I’d ever want someone who’d easily walk away for a title and money?"

Dia's heart sank at his words, but she pressed on. "Rudra, please! We can still make this work. Just give me a chance to prove my love!"

He stepped closer, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can just waltz back into my life after this? I don’t want you, Dia. Not now, not ever." With that, he turned back to the heavy bag, unleashing his frustration, determined to push her out of his mind.