Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*YOU WILL MAKE MY FOOD*

***author's pov***

The next day, Aayara woke up, her body sore and aching from the previous night. Every movement reminded her of the harsh reality she now faced. She glanced at the bed, where Arjun was still sleeping peacefully, and forced herself to get up. The weight of her new life pressed down on her as she limped toward the bathroom, her heart heavy with dread for what the day might bring.

Aayara showered, letting the warm water soothe her aching body. Afterward, she carefully dressed in a red saree, the fabric heavy and symbolic of her new status as Arjun's wife. She adorned herself with minimal jewelry, the weight of the pieces reminding her of the chains she now bore. Sitting on the dressing chair, she stared at her reflection, her eyes filled with sorrow and exhaustion. The bright red contrasted sharply with her pale, defeated expression, as she braced herself for the day ahead.

Arjun stretched lazily, his eyes slowly adjusting to the morning light. As his gaze landed on Aayara sitting by the dressing table, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He observed her silently for a moment, her delicate figure wrapped in the red saree, looking like she was trying to hold herself together.

"Admiring yourself, wifey?" he mocked, his voice laced with sarcasm. He got out of bed and walked toward her, his presence looming as she tensed under his gaze.

Arjun stood behind her, his fingers running through Aayara's hair, tugging gently at her locks as if testing her reaction. He leaned down slightly, his breath brushing against her neck.

"You’re mine now, completely," he whispered, his tone dark and possessive. "Don't forget that." His hand traveled from her hair to her shoulder, his grip firm, as if reminding her of the power he held over her.

Aayara sat frozen, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, barely able to meet her own reflection in the mirror.

Arjun smirked, leaning in closer to her ear, his voice dripping with authority. "From now on, you will make my food," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Aayara's hands trembled slightly in her lap, but she nodded silently, her eyes avoiding his reflection. She could feel the weight of his words and the control he exerted over her life now.

Satisfied with her compliance, Arjun straightened, still smirking. "Good girl," he added coldly before walking away, leaving her sitting there, trying to steady herself.

Arjun walked into the bathroom without another glance at Aayara, the sound of the door closing echoing in the room. Aayara sat motionless for a moment, her heart heavy and her body still sore from the night before. She blinked away the tears threatening to fall, gathering herself as she prepared to face another day in this cold, suffocating marriage.

She took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and began tidying the room, mechanically going through the motions while her thoughts raced.

She walked to the messy bed , and Started to straighten the bedsheets bending a little.

Arjun walked from the bathroom drying his wet hair , his gaze fell on his wife , who was tidying his bed . He walked to her with a Smirk appearing on his lips .

She froze as she felt his cold her on her bare waist tightly. Arjun leaned closer to her ear " you look good from behind, should we try from behind next time ? Hmm .. it will be fun WIFEY.." he whispered brushing his hands on her butt making her Shiver..

He chukleed smd kissed her bare back which was visible due to her blouse .  He hooked her strings of blouse inbetween his teeth pulling it down sensually.

She clutched her hands in the sheets , her mouth fighting for a moan to slip out .

He opened her strings of blouse making her back more visible. He ran his fingers on her neck , drawing circles eitb his thumb smd index finger which made a  shiver run down to her spine.

He pulled her closer towards himself, as his breath fanned her neck , her stomach churned with his actions . She felt his hand sliding to her stomach going inside her saree plate . Her breath got heavier as he slowly leaned towards her ear , removing her hair with the other hand , revealing her marked neck to his sight .

" You look good with my marks , i should do it on a regular basis what say ? " He whispered brushing his lips on her earlobe, his hand continued to grip her stomach, rubbing circles, occasionally brushing and teasing her belly button with his fingers , earning a gasp and slowed breathing from her .

" Ar ... Arjun ...I hav- have to make breakfast.. " she shuttered, trying to move away from him. He chukleed and nodded ,

" Aah ! , i forgot, although I have food infront of my eyes but logically I need food to remain strong to pleasure you in the night , so ... You can go ,.. " he whispered and bit her earlobe gently making her gasp.

He moved away and removed his hand and she breathed in relief. She ran towards the kitchen fastly .

He smirked and started to wear his clothes .

*******MEANWHILE**********

Dia groaned softly, feeling the stiffness in her body from sleeping on the small couch, still in her heavy lehenga. She glanced at the bed, seeing that Rudra hadn’t even bothered to offer her comfort the previous night. The sound of the shower running from the bathroom reminded her of his coldness. Her heart ached, but she knew she couldn't change his feelings for her.

Dia sat up slowly, rubbing her tired eyes, and wondered if there was any way she could reach him, or if she would forever be just his wife in name.

Dia sat down at the dressing table, her hands trembling slightly as she began to remove the heavy jewelry piece by piece. Each item felt like a reminder of the weight of her situation—her marriage to a man who didn’t love her. She unclasped her necklace, the bangles, and the earrings, her reflection showing the exhaustion and sadness etched into her face.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she sighed heavily, trying to push away the pain and confusion, but it lingered, as if it had become part of her.