Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*YOU WON, BUT AT WHAT COST?*

***author's pov***

Rudra walked out of the bathroom, his hair still damp, and his jaw tightened as his eyes landed on Dia sitting at the dressing table. He felt an instant surge of frustration seeing her there, looking so vulnerable yet determined. His mind raced with thoughts of everything that had gone wrong. She had agreed to this marriage, despite knowing his feelings, and now here they were—bound together by a promise he never wanted to make.

Without a word, he turned away, avoiding the pain and guilt gnawing at him, unable to confront what this marriage had turned into.

Dia looked at Rudra, her heart racing as she attempted to bridge the growing chasm between them. “Rudra,” she began softly, “can we talk about this? I know things are complicated right now, but I really want to make this work. You’re my husband, after all.”

Rudra remained silent, his back still turned to her. He could feel her gaze boring into him, but he wasn’t ready to face her or the reality of their situation.

“Please,” she urged, her voice trembling slightly. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I know this wasn’t how either of us planned it, but we can find a way to be happy together.”

Rudra clenched his fists, the frustration boiling within him. He finally turned to face her, his expression a mix of anger and sorrow. “Love? You think this is about love? You chose this, Dia. You knew I didn’t want to marry you. You accepted it willingly. How can you stand there and talk about love?”

Her eyes widened, and she felt the sting of his words. “I didn’t want to marry anyone else! You were always the one I wanted,” she replied, her voice rising. “But I thought we could grow into something beautiful together. Just give me a chance.”

Rudra’s voice was cold and filled with disdain as he stepped closer to her, his eyes narrowing. “I hate your face. I hate the word ‘love’ coming from your mouth. If you truly loved me, you would have respected my feelings and refused this marriage. But here we are, you won this twisted game, yet you have lost me in the process.”

Dia felt the weight of his words, each one hitting her like a physical blow. “Rudra, please,” she pleaded, her voice wavering. “I know it’s hard for you, but we can make this work. I can show you that I’m not just some burden. Give me a chance to prove it.”

He shook his head in disbelief, his jaw tight. “Prove what? That you can pretend to be the perfect wife? This isn’t some fairy tale, Dia. I won’t be trapped in a life with someone who doesn’t understand me or respect my choices. You’re not the girl I wanted, and you never will be. I can’t be the husband you want me to be.”

Dia’s heart sank, tears brimming in her eyes. “I can change, Rudra. I’ll do anything! Just don’t shut me out. You can’t pretend that you don’t feel anything at all,” she said, her voice cracking with desperation.

“I can and I will,” he shot back, his tone unforgiving. “You’ll have my name and my title, but my heart? You’ll never have that. You’ve made your choice, and now you’ll have to live with the consequences.” With that, he turned on his heel and left the room, leaving Dia alone to grapple with the reality of her situation.

Dia screamed Rudra's name in frustration, her emotions boiling over. “Rudra!” she shouted, her voice echoing in the room. In a fit of rage, she grabbed a vase from the dresser and hurled it to the floor, shattering it into a million pieces.

Rudra paused, but only for a moment, his expression hardening as he remained unfazed by her outburst. He walked towards the door, his mind clouded with anger and confusion. “You think throwing things will change anything? You’re only making this worse,” he replied coldly, his back still turned to her as he prepared to leave.

“Where are you going?” Dia cried, desperation creeping into her voice. “We need to talk about this! You can’t just walk away from me!”

He turned his head slightly, his voice low and filled with tension. “I’m done talking, Dia. You wanted this marriage, remember? You wanted to be with me. Now you have to live with it.”

Dia felt tears prick her eyes as she fought to hold them back. “Rudra, please! I don’t want to fight. I want us to be happy together. I’m willing to do whatever it takes!”

Rudra's jaw tightened. “Whatever it takes? You can’t change how I feel. I’ll never love you the way you want me to.” With that, he walked out of the room, leaving Dia alone, the remnants of the vase mirroring the shattered pieces of her heart.