Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*WHO DID THIS YO YOU *

***author's pov***

Arjun’s grip tightened around Aayara's arm, his fingers digging into her skin as she let out a soft hiss of pain. He didn’t let go, instead pulling her closer so that their faces were inches apart. His eyes were dark and cold, devoid of any sympathy.

"Painful, isn’t it?" he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "This is just the beginning, Aayara. You’re mine now, and I will remind you of that every day."

Aayara winced, her heart racing as she tried to pull her arm back, but Arjun's grip remained firm. She could feel the bruises forming under his hand, the physical pain reflecting the emotional torment she had been enduring.

"Let go, please," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Arjun smirked, finally releasing her arm but not before giving it a sharp squeeze. "Don’t forget your place, wife," he sneered, leaning back with an air of dominance. "You serve me now, and there’s no escaping that."

Aayara rubbed her sore arm, tears welling in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She stood up, stepping away from him, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. But for now, she knew she had no power, no choice but to endure this living nightmare.

Arjun's gaze shifted to Aayara’s burned arm, where the angry red burn marks were clearly visible. His expression hardened, the darkness in his eyes deepening as he stared at her injury. For a moment, his cold demeanor seemed to falter, but it was fleeting.

“What happened to your arm?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Aayara hesitated, her lips trembling as she bit down harder to stop herself from crying. She didn’t know if she should tell him the truth or stay silent. The burn was painful, the searing sensation intensifying with each passing second.

“It’s nothing,” she mumbled, trying to hide her arm behind her back.

Arjun stood up abruptly, his towering presence making her feel even smaller. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her arm forward so he could inspect the burn. His touch was rough, and she winced from both the pain of the burn and the pressure he applied.

"Who did this?" he growled, his tone full of barely controlled anger.

Aayara swallowed hard, unsure of how to answer. She feared what his reaction might be if she revealed it was Dia, but she couldn’t lie either.

"Dia... she—" Aayara started, but her voice trailed off, not finishing the sentence.

Arjun's grip tightened, his jaw clenching. “So, my brother’s wife thinks she can hurt you and get away with it,” he said darkly, releasing her arm abruptly. His eyes were filled with a mix of fury and something more dangerous, something possessive.

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. "I don’t care who it is, Aayara. No one hurts what’s mine."

Before she could react, he turned away, the tension in the room suffocating.

Arjun stormed down the hallway, his fists clenched at his sides as he made his way to Rudra's room. The mere thought of Aayara’s pained expression from Dia's actions sent waves of anger surging through him. How dare anyone lay a hand on her?

He threw open the door to Rudra's room without knocking, his eyes blazing with fury. Rudra was lounging on the bed, his expression shifting from surprise to annoyance at the intrusion.

“Arjun, what the hell—” Rudra started, but Arjun cut him off, his voice low and menacing.

“Get up,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Rudra raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet cautious. “What’s your problem? You’re acting like a lunatic.”

“Dia,” Arjun spat, the name dripping with contempt. “What kind of woman does she think she is? She burned Aayara’s arm!”

Rudra's expression shifted from casual irritation to shock. “What? When did this happen?”

“Does it matter?” Arjun shot back. “You need to control your wife before she does something worse.”

“Control her?” Rudra laughed bitterly, his own frustrations bubbling to the surface. “She doesn’t listen to me. You know that!”

“Clearly, she has no issue hurting innocent people,” Arjun said, pacing the room, the possessive rage boiling inside him. “I won’t let anyone hurt her again. She’s mine now.”

Rudra clenched his jaw, frustration written all over his face. “You think this is easy for me? I don’t want Dia to hurt Aayara either, but she’s obsessed with me!”

Arjun paused, his eyes narrowing. “Then put her in her place. Because if she doesn’t stop, I won’t hesitate to handle it myself.”

The air between them thickened with tension as Rudra met Arjun’s gaze, both brothers recognizing the depths of their circumstances. “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do, Arjun. You think it’s just about controlling Dia?”

Arjun stepped closer, his voice dropping dangerously low. “I don’t care what it takes. I will protect Aayara. You need to decide whose side you’re on because if this continues, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

Rudra felt the weight of his brother’s words, realizing just how far the situation had escalated. Arjun was not only defending Aayara but also laying down a challenge that could shatter their family’s delicate balance.

“Fine,” Rudra said reluctantly, his own anger flaring. “But don’t think I’ll let you dictate my marriage.”

Arjun shot him a hard look. “You can choose your battles, Rudra, but don’t forget who you're fighting for. This isn’t just about you anymore, ITS MY WIFE , , MY FUKING WIFE! .”

With that, Arjun turned on his heel, leaving Rudra alone to grapple with the chaos unfolding in their lives.