Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*DON'T FORGET YOU ARE MINE NOW*

***author's pov***

As the evening arrived, the house buzzed with an unspoken tension. Aayara had spent the entire day enduring Dia's constant jabs, insults, and humiliating remarks. Dia hadn't left a single moment to spare, making sure Aayara felt small in every possible way. Whether it was during lunch preparation or in the little tasks around the house, Dia's cold smirks and taunting words lingered like a dark cloud over Aayara.

By the time the sun began to set, Aayara was emotionally drained, her hands still aching from the burn, and her heart weighed down by the constant reminders of how trapped she truly felt.

When the men returned home that evening, the atmosphere shifted once again. Arjun and Rudra walked in, their presence commanding, each lost in their own thoughts after a long day at work. Arjun’s gaze immediately found Aayara, his eyes flickering with that same mix of possessiveness and cruelty. Rudra, on the other hand, entered silently, his jaw clenched as he scanned the room, barely acknowledging Dia as she rushed to greet him.

Dia, ever the actress, put on her sweetest smile for Rudra, acting as if nothing had happened during the day. She gave a pointed glance toward Aayara, a small, victorious smirk tugging at her lips as she watched Rudra glance briefly at Aayara before turning away coldly.

Arjun, noticing the dynamic, couldn’t resist smirking. “How was your day, Mrs. Singhania?” he asked Aayara mockingly, his voice low and full of dominance as he slowly walked towards her, making her feel the weight of her new title as his wife.

Aayara, exhausted both physically and emotionally, lowered her gaze and whispered, “It was fine.”

Rudra clenched his jaw tighter, pretending not to care, but his eyes betrayed the turmoil within him. He saw the way Aayara flinched under Arjun's gaze and the triumphant look on Dia’s face, and it only added to the storm raging inside him.

The evening promised no peace, and the weight of unsaid words, broken hearts, and unresolved feelings hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating everyone in the mansion.

After dinner, the atmosphere in the Oberoi mansion was thick with tension, even though everyone had tried to maintain a façade of normalcy. As the plates were cleared and the house settled into a hushed stillness, each person retreated to their respective rooms, carrying their own burdens and unresolved emotions.

Arjun led Aayara upstairs with a firm grip on her wrist, his smirk never fading as he asserted his control over her. He didn’t say much, but his silence was just as intimidating as his words. Aayara, still feeling the sting of the day’s events, followed him quietly, her heart heavy. The weight of her new life bore down on her, knowing that every night would be a reminder of the power he held over her.

Rudra walked toward his room, his expression unreadable. Inside, he was a storm of anger, frustration, and regret. His thoughts kept circling back to Aayara, to the way she seemed to be slipping further and further away from him, now bound to his brother. The fact that she wasn’t his—despite his love for her—gnawed at him relentlessly. He opened the door to his room without a word, not even glancing at Dia, who followed him like a shadow, eager for any scrap of attention from her new husband.

Once inside, Dia tried to initiate a conversation, her voice soft and pleading, but Rudra’s cold silence crushed any hope she had of connecting with him. He ignored her, his mind far away from the room they shared, lost in the thoughts of what could have been.

In Arjun and Aayara’s room, the atmosphere was equally suffocating. Arjun sat on the edge of the bed, watching Aayara as she tried to compose herself after the long day. He enjoyed her discomfort, the way she flinched under his gaze, the way she fought to hide her tears.

Meanwhile, Meera, Mehak, and the rest of the household settled in for the night, unaware—or perhaps uncaring—of the emotional battles happening behind closed doors. The mansion, though beautiful and grand, felt like a prison to those trapped in unwanted marriages and unspoken truths.

The night stretched on, long and lonely, for each of them.

Arjun sat on bed .. massaging his tense shoulders ... Aayara looked at him . And sighed .

She  went to sit beside him and touched his shoulders to massage .

As Aayara sat beside him and placed her hands on his tense shoulders, Arjun glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his smirk returning. Her touch was gentle, hesitant, but he could sense the reluctance behind it. He leaned back slightly into her hands, allowing her to continue, but his silence carried a weight of superiority.

"Finally learning your place, hmm?" Arjun remarked in a low voice, closing his eyes as if enjoying the moment. "It’s about time, Mrs. Aayara Arjun Oberoi Singhania."

Aayara’s heart sank at his words, though she said nothing. Her hands continued to move over his shoulders, trying to ease the tension, but she felt nothing but trapped in this role she never wanted. She wished she could just disappear, escape from this nightmare, but for now, all she could do was play the part of the obedient wife.

Arjun chuckled softly, sensing her discomfort. "Good girl," he muttered, mocking her effort. "Keep this up, and maybe I’ll consider being a little kinder to you."

Aayara bit her lip, fighting back the tears that threatened to surface. She wanted to pull away, to tell him how she truly felt, but she knew it would only make things worse. So, she stayed silent, continuing the massage, knowing this was her reality now, and she had no choice but to endure it.

Arjun gripped her arm and she hissed in pain .