Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*DON'T REGRET If SOMETHING HAPPENS*

***author's pov***

As the conversation continued, Daksh's gaze was fixated on Rayansh's hand, which seemed to casually brush against Payal's arm every few moments. Each light touch sent a jolt of irritation through Daksh, making it increasingly difficult for him to maintain his composure. Why is he touching her like that? he thought, his patience wearing thin.

Rayansh was animated, laughing as he recounted a story from college, completely oblivious to the storm brewing beside him. Payal, despite her earlier discomfort, found herself smiling at Rayansh's antics, her laughter ringing out sweetly in the café.

But Daksh couldn't focus on anything but the way Rayansh leaned in closer, their shoulders almost touching, as if they shared an unspoken connection that he was suddenly all too aware of. It made his blood boil, yet he forced himself to act casual, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, a facade of indifference plastered across his face.

Maya, sensing the shift in Daksh’s mood, shot him a knowing look but didn’t say anything. She recognized that the playful banter was driving Daksh to the edge, and while she enjoyed teasing him, she also knew when to step back.

“Payal, you should definitely join us for the race this weekend!” Rayansh suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “It’ll be so much fun, and we’ll all hang out together.”

“Yeah, it’s going to be a blast!” Payal replied, her enthusiasm growing. “I’ve never been to a race before; it sounds thrilling!”

Daksh’s jaw tightened at the thought of Rayansh and Payal spending more time together, especially in such an adrenaline-fueled environment. The idea of Rayansh being the one to introduce her to that world felt like salt in a wound he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge.

“Sure, sounds like fun,” he interjected, his voice cool but laced with tension. Both Rayansh and Payal turned to him, surprised by his sudden participation. “Just make sure you stay close to us,” he added, trying to assert some control over the situation without revealing the jealousy boiling inside him.

Rayansh raised an eyebrow, sensing the challenge in Daksh’s tone but choosing to let it slide for now. “Of course! We’ll all stick together,” he replied, giving Payal a warm smile, clearly unfazed by Daksh’s attitude.

As they continued to talk, Daksh couldn’t shake the feeling of unease gnawing at him. He needed to figure out a way to reclaim the attention he felt slipping away, to remind Payal—and himself—that she was someone he wouldn’t easily share with anyone else.

Payal gasped as the bright orange juice spilled over her dress, the liquid soaking into the fabric and leaving a noticeable stain. “Oh no, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She quickly grabbed a few napkins from the table, dabbing at the mess, but it was clear that the damage was done.

“I’ll be right back,” she said hurriedly, avoiding Daksh’s piercing gaze and Rayansh’s sympathetic one. She stood up, trying to maintain her composure as she walked toward the restroom, her heart racing.

As she pushed the restroom door open, she felt a mix of frustration and embarrassment. Why does this always happen to me? she thought, as she quickly entered the small room. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead as she walked to the sink, her mind still occupied by the lingering tension at the table.

She turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on her face, trying to calm her nerves. Her dress was a mess, and the sight of the stain made her feel even worse. What if Daksh saw me like this? she wondered, a wave of anxiety washing over her. She didn’t want to give him any more reasons to be upset.