Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*NOT THE FIRST TIME I AM SEEING YOU NAKED*

***author's pov***

Aayara winced as she tried to get up, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through her abdomen. She stumbled back onto the bed, her legs weak. Before she could regain her balance, she heard a low chuckle from Arjun. He was already awake, watching her with a knowing smirk on his face.

Without a word, he stood up and approached her, his eyes dark and unreadable. Gently, but with an air of dominance that sent a shiver down her spine, he scooped her up in his arms. Aayara gasped, surprised by the sudden movement, but her body was too weak to resist.

“You should have asked for help,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he carried her effortlessly toward the bathroom. His grip was firm, and she felt the strength in his arms, a reminder of the control he had over every situation.

Aayara’s heart raced as she tried to find her voice. “I need to go to college,” she managed to whisper, her voice shaky. “I can’t miss my exams.”

Arjun didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he pushed open the bathroom door and set her down carefully on the counter, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes met hers, the smirk still playing on his lips.

“I’ll decide when you can go,” he said, his tone final, leaving no room for argument. His gaze softened slightly, but there was still an unmistakable edge to it, a reminder of his authority.

Aayara’s heart sank. She knew talking to him wouldn’t be easy, especially about something as important to her as college. But she couldn’t let this go—her dreams mattered, and she had to stand up for them. Even if it meant pushing back against the intimidating force that was Arjun Oberoi Singhania.

Aayara's heart raced, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn’t quite name. She was used to his dominance, his authoritative presence, but this—this vulnerability—was different. She didn’t know how to react.

He pushed the bathroom door more open with his foot, still holding her close. His expression remained unreadable, a mask of calm control. Once inside, he placed her gently on the edge of the sink and, without a word, began to unbutton her nightgown. His fingers moved with precision, but his face showed no hint of emotion.

Aayara felt a rush of heat rise to her face. She tried to avert her gaze, but she couldn’t help but glance at him. His focus was entirely on what he was doing, his eyes betraying nothing. The silence between them felt heavy, charged with unspoken tension.

As her nightgown slipped off her shoulders, Aayara's mind raced. She had to talk to him about going back to college, about her exams, but now... this moment left her feeling completely exposed, both physically and emotionally. She bit her lip, unsure of how to approach the conversation while under his intense gaze.

Arjun remained silent, his every move calculated. He wasn’t offering comfort or softness, just his undeniable presence—dominant and commanding. And as much as she wanted to talk about her future, at this moment, she felt as if she was completely under his control.

He looked at her flushed face and ragged breathing . He chukleed and leaned towards her ear , his breath fanning her bare neck making her breath hitched in her throat .

" Why are you shy ? , it's not the first time i am seeing your naked and embarrassed . But dont worry i won't do anything' now because you are still sore . So, get ready and make  my breakfast. then i will think when can you go college.  Ok wifey..? " He chukleed coldly and walked out leaving her breathless.

As Arjun walked out, Aayara stood there, still feeling the heat from his words lingering in the air. Her face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. She gripped the edge of the sink, trying to steady herself. The pain in her abdomen had subsided slightly, but the uneasy mix of emotions lingered.

I need to focus, she reminded herself, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t afford to get lost in this world of power and control—Arjun’s world. She had her own life to think about, her own dreams. The thought of her exams and her future as a chef loomed large in her mind, pushing away the lingering feelings from Arjun’s touch.

She quickly washed up, her mind racing with how to approach Arjun about returning to college. He wasn’t the kind of man who took no for an answer, and the thought of challenging him sent a shiver down her spine. But she had to do it—she couldn’t let her dreams slip away.

Wrapping herself in a towel, Aayara took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom, determined to talk to him. Whatever happened next, she needed to make him understand.