Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*AREN'T YOU ENJOYING YOUR MARRIED LIFE?*

***Author's pov***

As Aayara busied herself in the kitchen, the soft clinking of utensils filled the air. Her hands moved deftly, but her mind was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts of the previous night and the days ahead. She barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching until Arjun appeared in the doorway, his imposing figure taking up the space.

Dressed in his usual crisp clothes, Arjun casually strolled in, his eyes scanning the kitchen before resting on Aayara. He smirked, watching her closely as she tried to remain focused on her task.

“Well, look at my dutiful wife,” he said mockingly, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Already playing the role of a perfect bahu, aren’t you?”

Aayara tensed at the sound of his voice but kept her focus on the food she was preparing. She didn’t dare meet his gaze, knowing the cruel amusement he took in watching her discomfort.

Arjun took a step closer, leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes never leaving her. “You know,” he began, his tone low and taunting, “I didn’t think you’d be up so early, considering how tired you must be after last night.”

Her hands faltered slightly, but she regained composure, refusing to let his words affect her. Arjun chuckled at her reaction and continued, “Still the silent one, huh? That’s fine. I like it when you’re quiet.”

He moved closer, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. Aayara flinched but stayed rooted in place, her mind racing with fear and anger.

“Remember, wifey,” he whispered coldly, “no one saves you now. You belong to me.” He smirked, stepping back just as Rudra appeared in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he watched the scene unfold.

Rudra clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides as he watched Arjun hover near Aayara, his hand lingering too close for comfort. The sight of Arjun taunting her like that—so possessive and cruel—made Rudra’s blood boil. He wanted to march over there, pull Aayara away from his brother, but he was stuck, his emotions tangled between his helplessness and his growing rage.

Arjun, sensing Rudra’s presence, glanced over his shoulder with a smug grin. “Oh, Rudra,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You’re up early. What’s the matter? Not enjoying your married life?”

Rudra said nothing, his eyes blazing with fury. He glanced at Aayara, who stood frozen, her back slightly hunched as if she was trying to make herself smaller, her discomfort obvious. The sight tore at him.

“Leave her alone,” Rudra finally ground out, his voice low but filled with intensity.

Arjun raised an eyebrow and chuckled darkly. “And why would I do that? She’s my wife now, after all. Or… is this jealousy I sense, brother?” He stepped away from Aayara, but not before giving her one last mocking glance.

Rudra took a step forward, his body tense, but before he could say anything more, Dia walked in, her eyes darting between the three of them. She quickly noticed the tension in the air and frowned.

Arjun smirked at the entire situation, clearly enjoying the discomfort he was causing. “Careful, Rudra,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. “You wouldn’t want your wife to think you have your eyes on someone else’s bride, now would you?”

With that, Arjun walked off, leaving Rudra seething, his heart heavy as he looked at Aayara one last time before turning away, unable to bear the situation any longer.

Dia walked into the kitchen with an air of arrogance, her chin slightly lifted as her eyes landed on Aayara. Her steps were purposeful, and she made sure to brush past Rudra, her presence demanding attention. The tension between them was palpable, but she ignored it, her focus entirely on asserting herself.

She stood near Aayara, watching her cook with a sharp gaze, her lips curling into a condescending smile. "So, bhabhi," she said, the title almost a taunt, "it seems you’ve settled into your new role quite quickly."

Aayara didn’t respond immediately, her hands trembling slightly as she focused on the task in front of her. Dia’s eyes narrowed, clearly sensing Aayara’s discomfort, and she stepped closer, her voice lowering to a whisper. "Enjoying your new life? After all, you’re married to Arjun now. You should be... grateful."

Rudra stood silently, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. He could see what Dia was doing, pushing Aayara with her words, but he was stuck between his own emotions and the desire to protect Aayara from his wife’s venomous attitude.

Dia smirked at the silence, turning her head slightly to glance at Rudra before continuing, "Too bad, though, that you’ll never get the attention you want from him. Arjun doesn’t care about you, Aayara. You’re just another pawn in his game." She laughed softly, the sound sharp and cold.

Aayara bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears she refused to shed in front of Dia. She kept her head down, focusing on the food, wishing she could escape the suffocating situation.

Rudra couldn’t take it anymore. "That’s enough, Dia," he said, his voice firm, though his anger simmered just beneath the surface. Dia turned to him, her expression surprised but still laced with defiance.

"Why, Rudra?" she asked, her tone mocking. "Defending your bhabhi now? Or is it something more?"

Rudra’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering between Aayara and Dia. He couldn’t give Dia the satisfaction of knowing how much she was getting to him, but the frustration and helplessness were becoming too much to bear.