Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

* FEED YOUR LOVELY HUSBAND*

***author's pov***

Aayara quickly picked up the tray of breakfast, avoiding any further confrontation. Her heart pounded as she hurriedly left the tense atmosphere in the kitchen, heading towards Arjun's room. She could still feel Dia’s piercing gaze on her back, but she kept her head down, focusing on her task.

Reaching Arjun's room, she hesitated for a moment before gently pushing the door open. The room was filled with an air of dominance and authority, much like its owner. She took a deep breath and walked in, setting the tray down on a small table near the window.

Arjun, already seated on a chair by the window, glanced up at her, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Good," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're learning quickly. Bring the food here."

Without a word, Aayara lifted the tray again and brought it closer to him, her hands trembling slightly. As she set it on the table in front of him, she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. The weight of the situation bore down on her, and she struggled to keep her composure.

Arjun smirked, noticing her discomfort. "You seem tense, Aayara," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Relax. You’re my wife now. This is your life. Get used to it."

Aayara swallowed hard, nodding slightly as she stepped back, trying to avoid his gaze. Her mind was racing, thoughts swirling about how trapped she felt, and yet, there was no way out.

Aayara froze in her tracks as Arjun's voice reached her, laced with mockery. She turned slowly, dread filling her chest as she saw the wicked smirk on his face.

“What if you feed your lovely husband, hmm?” he repeated, leaning back casually, his eyes gleaming with amusement at her discomfort.

Her heart pounded harder. She knew she couldn’t refuse, not in front of Arjun, and especially not after everything she had already endured. The thought of getting close to him again, of having to feed him, made her stomach churn, but she had no choice.

" LOVELY husband, my foot ! " She thought in mind .

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Aayara slowly walked back toward him, her hands trembling slightly. She reached for a spoon, lifting a bite of food toward him, her fingers shaking.

Arjun leaned forward, his smirk growing as he noticed her nervousness. “Ah, don’t be shy, wifey. We’re married now. This is what wives do for their husbands, right?”

He opened his mouth, allowing her to feed him, but as she brought the spoon closer, his hand reached out, capturing her wrist. The sudden contact made her gasp softly, her eyes widening. He held her wrist firmly, guiding the spoon the rest of the way, deliberately making her hand move at his pace.

“See? Isn’t this better?” Arjun taunted, his voice low and teasing as he took the bite from her trembling hand. His eyes locked onto hers, watching her reaction closely.

Aayara could feel her heart hammering in her chest, the humiliation of the moment sinking deeper with each second. She knew this was a game for him, a way to test her patience, to see how far she would go.

He moved his other  hand to her bare waist , rubbing her side , as he continued to chew the food , his gaze locked on her trembling from , And pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist like a child. 

" Why are you so stressed,  am i making you feel awkward, wifey? " He whispered as he ran his hand under her saree plate , rubbing circles on her breast over her blouse, making her breath gets heavier.

" Please.. Arjun .. eat .. " she whispered, her THROAT going dry as a gasp erupted her mouth when Arjun moved his hand towards her back , siding his hand under her blouse caressing her skin , feelings the goosebumps on her skin .

" Feed me , countinue... " He said parting his lips and she fed him the food without gazing at his inviting mouth .

" Look at me " he said coldly and pinched her back .

" Ouch! " She hissed in pain as Arjun chukleed and caressed the area .

" Did it hurt ?  , even if it did , you are capable of more pain , I know ... " He smirked and pulled his hand away at his side.  Making her breath in relief .

" Have you eaten ? " He asked and she shook her head in Denial.

" I can't eat too much , tum khtm Karo , waise bhi pati ka jhutha khane se Umar badhti hai pati ki , hai na ? " He said tilting his hand and she bit her lip .

" Eat" he said in a stern voice . She nodded and took the spoon , and took a bite , chewing slowly .

He smiled , and leaned his head down to her shoulder, and rubbed his nose, on her shoulder   . Her breath hitched but she continued eating .

He smirked and bited her shoulder gently .

" Aah!" She gasped looking at him . Her eyes widened as she saw his dangerous eyes were looking like a innocent boy's eyes . His face was red slightly and he was wrapping his arms like a child. She gulped and looked away .

Why the hell this monster looks so damm innocent! , she thought in her mind and continued eating, trying to forget the innocent looking on  his dangerous face .

He ran his eyes at her side form , a mole on her neck picked his interest . He rested his chin on her shoulder, Staring her mole like a hypnotized man .

She cleared her throat, " i .. i .. am done .. , can I go? " She shuttered and Arjun was jolted up from His thoughts.

He looked at the finished plate and nodded , his face turning stoic again .

Arjun leaned back after swallowing, his smirk still firmly in place. "Good girl," he said, releasing her wrist. "Now, don’t forget. I expect this kind of dedication every day."

Without waiting for a response, he waved his hand dismissively. “You can go now.”

Aayara stepped back quickly, barely able to hold back her tears as she turned away, her body tense and her spirit crushed. The weight of Arjun’s words and actions followed her as she left the room, knowing this was only the beginning of his torment.