Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*I CAN'T GIVE you THE THING YOU WANT *

***author's pov***

Dia gripped his hand .. " what do I lack that she has!! , take a look at me please , i love u !, " She screamed trying to touch his arm more .

Rudra jerked his hand away, his eyes blazing with anger. "You want me to look at you? All I see is someone who's willing to betray their feelings for a title! Aayara is nothing like you-she's genuine, and she didn't have to play games."

Dia's voice trembled as she pleaded, "I can be genuine too! Just give me a chance, Rudra! I can change-I'll do whatever it takes!"

He shook his head, frustration boiling over. "You think this is about change? You had your chance, and you threw it away the moment you agreed to marry my brother!"

Desperation filled her eyes as she stepped closer, her voice softening. "But I love you! Can't you see that? You can't just throw away everything we had for her!"

Rudra took a step back, his heart heavy. "You don't love me, Dia. You love the idea of me. I can't be with someone who doesn't truly understand what love means."

He gripped her jaw , his voice low and dark .." dia rudra oberoi singhania, you will have my name but not my love .. not my warmth, not my feelings "

Dia's breath hitched as she stared into his intense gaze. "Rudra, please... I can prove myself to you. Just give me a chance to show you."

He leaned closer, his grip tightening slightly. "You can have my name, my title, my wealth, but you'll never have my heart. You're marrying my brother, and that's the end of it. Don't think you can win me over with promises."

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered, "But I want to be the one you love..."

Rudra's expression hardened. "Love isn't something you can demand. It's earned. And right now, you're just another pawn in a game you chose to play. Don't come near me again if you can't accept that." With a final, piercing look, he released her and turned away, leaving her shattered in the silence of the basement.

He stepped into the room, his frustration boiling over as he took in the elaborate decorations. The flowers, the soft lighting-it all felt suffocating. With a grunt, he tore down the garlands and ripped the petals from the bouquets, throwing them to the floor.

"This is all a joke," he muttered to himself, pacing the room. "I didn't ask for any of this."

He glanced at the bed, the satin sheets a reminder of a night that felt forced. He couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal swirling in his gut, the image of Aayara's innocent face haunting him.

Rudra slammed his fist against the wall, trying to release the pent-up anger. "Why couldn't things be different?" he yelled into the empty space, the sound echoing back as a cruel reminder of his reality.

He sank onto the bed, the plush fabric feeling foreign beneath him. His mind raced, filled with images of Arjun with Aayara-his brother's hands on her waist, lips brushing against hers, sharing laughter and intimate moments.

Rudra clenched his fists, the jealousy consuming him. "How can he treat her like that?" he seethed. The thought of Arjun claiming her made his blood boil. "She deserves better than this-better than him."

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration mounting. "I should have said something, done something." But now it was too late. The wedding was set, and Aayara was tied to Arjun. The bitterness of betrayal gnawed at him, fueling his anger.

"What a mess," he muttered, staring blankly at the wall, grappling with the pain of loss he hadn't even fully acknowledged yet.

Dia entered the room cautiously, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "Rudra," she began softly, trying to gauge his mood.

He looked up, eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Dia?" His tone was cold, reflecting his simmering anger.

She stepped closer, her voice trembling slightly. "I just want to talk. We can figure this out together."

Rudra scoffed, his fists still clenched. "Figure what out? You wanted this marriage, and now you expect me to play nice? You knew I didn't love you!"

"Please, just listen!" she pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. "I didn't want to be forced into this either! But we can make it work-"

"Work?!" he interrupted, rising to his feet. "You think this is about making it work? You betrayed me by agreeing to this. You knew how I felt!"

Dia's eyes glistened with tears. "I never wanted to hurt you, Rudra. I thought-"

He stepped closer, cutting her off again. "You thought what? That I would just accept this and move on? You're delusional if you think I can forget Aayara just like that."

Her face fell, realizing the depth of his feelings. "Rudra, please... I just want a chance," she said, her voice breaking.

He shook his head, stepping back as if her words physically repelled him. "You may have my name, but you'll never have my heart. Not now, not ever." With that, he turned away, leaving Dia standing there, devastated.

Rudra walked over to the bed, grabbed a pillow and blanket, and sank onto the large couch. The soft cushions felt foreign against his tension-filled body. He tried to block out the thoughts of Aayara and the chaos swirling around him, but the images kept creeping in-her smile, her laughter, the way she seemed to light up every room.

He buried his face in the pillow, frustration boiling inside him. "Why did it have to be like this?" he muttered to himself, clenching his fists. The couch felt empty, a stark contrast to the wedding decorations surrounding him.

Just then, she whispered , her eyes pleading. "Rudra, please. Can we talk? Just give me a chance to explain-"

He glared at her, his voice low and strained. "You think talking will change anything? You made your choice. Now live with it." He turned away, trying to shut her out, but the hurt in her eyes lingered.

Dia sobbed as she sank onto the bed, clutching the sheets tightly. The reality hit her hard: her husband, Rudra, was physically and emotionally distant. She glanced at him, lying on the couch, his back turned to her, and felt a wave of despair wash over her.

"Rudra," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I never wanted it to be like this. I wanted us to be happy together."

He remained silent, the tension in the room palpable. She could see his rigid posture, the way he seemed to be shutting her out completely.

"Please, just talk to me. I know you're angry, but we can figure this out," she urged, hoping for a flicker of the warmth they once shared.

But Rudra only sighed heavily, his frustration boiling over. "What's there to talk about, Dia? You chose this path. I can't give you what you want."

His words struck her like a blow, and she buried her face in the sheets, tears streaming down her cheeks.