Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

* A CALL TO THE COLD HUSBAND

***author's pov***

Aayara’s heart raced as she stood there, her friends’ worried faces staring back at her, their concern palpable. But as the words hovered on the tip of her tongue, she hesitated. She couldn't bring herself to share what had just happened. Telling them would mean admitting the vulnerability she felt, and she didn’t want to burden them or let them see her fear.

“I’m fine,” she said, forcing a shaky smile as she wiped away a stray tear. “I just... lost track of time. I need to catch up on my work.”

Priya frowned, unconvinced. “You look pale, Aayara. Are you sure? You can tell us if something’s wrong.”

Aayara shook her head, summoning all her strength to keep her composure. “Really, it’s nothing. I just need to focus on my studies. I’ll be okay.”

Aarav stepped forward, concern etched on his face. “You don’t have to go through this alone. If something’s bothering you, we can help.”

Aayara’s heart swelled at their kindness, but she felt an overwhelming urge to protect them from the dark reality she had just faced. “I appreciate it, but I promise I’ll handle it. I just need some time,” she insisted, her voice firmer now.

Tanushree exchanged glances with Priya and Aarav, sensing the weight of Aayara’s words. “Alright, but just know we’re here for you,” she said gently. “Don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything.”

Aayara nodded, grateful for their support, but inside, she felt a storm brewing. She had to find a way to deal with Mr. Ajay on her own. The last thing she wanted was to drag her friends into a situation they couldn’t fully understand.

As they walked back to class, Aayara tried to push the incident from her mind, focusing on her studies and the reassuring presence of her friends. But the fear lingered like a shadow, reminding her that she needed to stay vigilant. In her heart, she knew she had to find a way to confront this situation without putting herself or her friends at risk.

Aayara’s thoughts raced as she sat in class, trying to focus on the lesson. The marks on her wrist throbbed painfully, red handprints contrasting against her skin, a stark reminder of the confrontation with Mr. Ajay. She shivered involuntarily, not just from the cold but from the lingering fear that had settled deep within her.

What would she say to Arjun? Would he even care? The thought of sharing this moment of vulnerability with him filled her with doubt. Their marriage had always felt like a secret, something she had to protect, and now she feared that revealing this would only add to the burden. Would he see her as weak? Would he be angry?

As she glanced around the classroom, she could see her friends whispering to each other, concern still etched on their faces. But it was Arjun’s reaction that weighed most heavily on her mind. They had been distant since their wedding, and now she feared that opening up about this would only drive a wedge between them.

What if he dismissed her feelings? Aayara had seen glimpses of his ruthlessness in business, and she wondered if that side of him would surface when faced with something so personal. The uncertainty gnawed at her.

She clenched her fists in her lap, her heart racing at the thought of what Mr. Ajay had suggested, and how powerless she had felt. She didn’t want to feel that way again, and she knew she had to find a way to regain her strength.

With each passing moment, Aayara resolved that she couldn’t let fear dictate her actions. She would find a way to confront Mr. Ajay, to stand up for herself without bringing her friends or Arjun into it. But the thought of confiding in Arjun lingered in her mind; maybe he could help her in ways she hadn’t considered.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Aayara took a deep breath, her heart pounding. She would need to make a decision soon. For now, she would try to push those thoughts aside, focus on her studies, and gather her courage for when the moment came to speak to Arjun.

Aayara sank to the restroom floor, tears streaming down her face as the weight of her situation crushed her. She hugged her knees to her chest, trying to find solace in the small space, but the fear and shame only intensified. Who could she call for help? Her mind raced through the options, but no one felt right. Her friends were sweet, but she didn’t want to burden them with her pain.

Her thoughts drifted to Arjun, her husband. He had always been cold and distant, rarely offering her the warmth and affection she craved. He was more focused on his business and ambitions than on their marriage, and their interactions had often left her feeling like a shadow in his life. But now, in her moment of desperation, he was the only one who came to mind.

She hesitated, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. Would he even care? The thought of calling him sent a shiver through her, but she knew she needed someone, anyone, to help her process what had just happened. Gathering her courage, she took a deep breath and pulled out her phone, her hands shaking as she found his contact.

As she pressed the call button, her heart raced, a mix of dread and hope swirling within her. The phone rang, each tone feeling like a countdown to an uncertain future.

“Hello?” Arjun’s voice came through, cold and detached, just as she had expected.

“A-Arjun,” she stammered, her voice quivering with emotion. “I… I need to talk to you.”

“What is it?” he replied, his tone clipped, revealing nothing of his feelings.

“I… I had an incident at school,” she said, her voice breaking as she fought back another wave of tears. “Mr. Ajay… he tried to force himself on me.”

silence.....