Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*ONE NIGHT AND YOU WILL TOP THIS YEAR*

***author's pov***

As Aayara entered Mr. Ajay's office, the anxiety and confusion swirled inside her. She couldn’t tell anyone about her marriage; it felt too personal, too fragile to share, especially in a world where she had to navigate such uncomfortable situations alone. Her innocence about Mr. Ajay’s true intentions left her vulnerable, and she felt a knot tightening in her stomach.

The office was dimly lit, with stacks of papers cluttering the desk and shelves filled with textbooks. Aayara tried to focus on finding her test papers, but Mr. Ajay’s presence loomed over her, making it difficult to think straight. She glanced at him, hoping to find a semblance of professionalism in his demeanor, but his smirk returned, a reminder of the unsettling power dynamic between them.

“Looking for something specific?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe with an air of confidence that made her skin crawl.

“Just my papers,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she scanned the room, trying to avoid his gaze. “I won’t take long.”

“Take your time,” he said, his tone casual yet laden with an underlying tension that sent a shiver down her spine. Aayara could sense the way he was watching her, as if assessing her every move. She felt exposed, as though he could see through her carefully constructed façade.

Aayara quickly grabbed her papers from the desk, her hands trembling slightly. She forced a smile, hoping to mask her discomfort. “Thanks for your help,” she said, trying to sound polite and dismissive at the same time.

“Of course,” he replied, his smirk widening. “You know, Aayara, being a sweet girl can sometimes be a disadvantage. It’s a tough world out there. You need to learn how to protect yourself.”

His words hung in the air, and Aayara felt a rush of uncertainty. “I’ll manage,” she said, clutching the papers tightly to her chest, her heart racing. “I just want to focus on my studies.”

With that, she turned to leave, determined to put as much distance between them as possible. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Mr. Ajay was more than just a teacher; he was a predator lurking in the shadows, and her innocence made her an easy target. As she stepped out of the office, she resolved to be more cautious, knowing that she had to navigate this situation on her own, for now.

Aayara’s heart raced as Mr. Ajay chuckled darkly and pulled her back into the office, slamming the door shut behind them. Panic surged through her, and she instinctively tried to pull away from his grasp, but he held her tightly, his fingers digging into her waist.

“Don’t you want to pass your exams?” he asked, his voice dripping with a sickening blend of mockery and menace. “I have an offer for you... One night, and you’ll top this year,” he said, his breath hot against her ear.

Aayara gasped, her eyes widening in horror as tears threatened to spill over. “What are you talking about?” she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady, but the tremor gave away her fear.

“Just a little favor for a better grade,” he said, his grip tightening as he leaned closer, invading her space. She could smell the hint of cologne mixed with something more unsettling, and it made her stomach churn.

“Let go of me!” she managed to say, her voice rising in desperation. “This isn’t right! I won’t do anything like that!”

His expression shifted to one of irritation. “You think you can just waltz in here, miss all your classes, and expect to get by without a little… incentive? You need to understand the way things work.”

Aayara’s heart raced as she felt trapped, the reality of the situation sinking in. She was alone in a confined space with a man who was supposed to be a mentor, yet he was using his power to intimidate her.

She summoned every ounce of courage she had left. “You can’t do this. I won’t let you!” she exclaimed, her voice stronger now as she tried to push him away.

Mr. Ajay smirked, clearly enjoying her distress. “You think you have a choice? I could easily ruin your academic career with a single word. Or you could be smart and consider my offer.”

As tears filled her eyes, Aayara felt a mixture of fear and anger boiling inside her. She was a sweet girl, innocent and trusting, but in that moment, she realized she had to fight for herself. She took a deep breath, gathering her resolve. “I will report you,” she said, trying to sound as brave as she could. “You can’t threaten me like this.”

His eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, she saw a flicker of uncertainty. But then he laughed, the sound chilling her to the bone. “You think anyone will believe you? You’re just a girl trying to cover up your failures. It’s your word against mine.”

Despair threatened to overwhelm her, but Aayara knew she couldn’t let this man break her spirit. She had to escape this situation and find help, no matter the cost. With a sudden burst of determination, she pushed against him with all her strength, desperate to break free from his grasp.

Aayara’s heart raced as Mr. Ajay’s grip on her wrist tightened painfully, leaving no room for escape. She could feel his breath on her face, the tension in the air suffocating. Panic surged through her, and her instincts screamed at her to fight back.

“Let go of me!” she cried out, trying to twist her wrist free, but he only pulled her closer, forcing himself on her with an unsettling intensity. The fear that gripped her was overwhelming, threatening to drown her in despair.

“Why are you being so difficult, Aayara?” he taunted, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “You know you want to do well. Just think about your grades. It’s a simple trade.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and Aayara felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. “This isn’t a trade! It’s wrong!” she protested, her voice trembling with fear and outrage.

Desperation clawed at her. She had to think clearly. In that moment, Aayara recalled the small self-defense moves her brother had taught her, the confidence they had instilled in her, however fleeting. She couldn’t let this man overpower her.

With a sudden surge of determination, Aayara brought her free hand up and pushed against his chest, using the momentum to try to shove him back. “I said let go!”

To her surprise, he staggered slightly, taken aback by her resistance. It was just enough of an opening for her to yank her wrist free, pain shooting through her arm as she broke free from his hold. Without looking back, she bolted for the door, adrenaline surging through her veins.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Mr. Ajay shouted, his voice laced with anger as he lunged after her.

But Aayara didn’t stop. She threw open the door, stumbling into the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear him shouting behind her, but all that mattered was getting away from him. She sprinted down the corridor, her mind racing as she searched for her friends, for anyone who could help her.

As she turned the corner, she spotted Priya, Tanushree, and Aarav looking worried, their faces lighting up with concern when they saw her. “Aayara! What happened?” Priya exclaimed, rushing toward her.

“Mr. Ajay… he…” Aayara gasped, trying to catch her breath, the fear still coursing through her. “He tried to—”

Before she could finish, Aayara felt a surge of emotions overwhelm her. She couldn’t let herself break down now. She needed to be strong, for herself and for her friends. They were her support, and together they would figure out how to handle this situation.