Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*CLOSE YOUR EYES WIFEY*

***author's pov***

The students outside the restroom peered in, their expressions a mix of awe and fear. They had heard rumors about Arjun’s ruthlessness, but witnessing it firsthand was something else entirely. Some even pulled out their phones, recording the scene as they realized they were witnessing a dangerous confrontation that would be the talk of the campus for weeks.

Ajay swallowed hard, desperately searching for a way out. “You don’t want to do this, Arjun. I can help you! We can work together!” he blurted, trying to negotiate his way out of the situation.

“Help me?” Arjun repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think I need help from a pathetic excuse for a professor? You’re about to learn a lesson about crossing the wrong person.”

With a swift movement, Arjun closed the distance between them, his hand clenched around the gun hidden beneath his suit jacket. The air was thick with tension, and Aayara could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

“Arjun, please!” she cried, stepping closer, her voice trembling with urgency. “Don’t do this. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

For a brief moment, Arjun’s gaze softened as he turned to her, but the fire of his anger quickly reignited as he glanced back at Ajay. “You’ll regret ever laying a finger on her,” he warned, his voice a deadly whisper.

Ajay’s face paled, and he took another step back, his eyes wide with fear. He could see that Arjun was not just angry—he was prepared to go to extreme lengths to protect Aayara.

With a final glare, Arjun turned to his men, signaling them to take Ajay into custody. The message was clear: no one would threaten his wife again, and he would ensure that this lesson would be unforgettable.

As Aayara watched the scene unfold, she felt a whirlwind of emotions—fear for what Arjun might do, relief that he was there to protect her, and an unsettling thrill at his fierce possessiveness. She knew this moment would change everything between them, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for the consequences that would follow.

Arjun pulled Aayara close to him, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Close your eyes, wifey.” His tone was laced with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine, a mixture of danger and something more primal.

Aayara felt her heart race at his command, instinctively obeying as she shut her eyes, her mind swirling with confusion and fear. The warmth of his body enveloped her, contrasting sharply with the cold reality of the confrontation unfolding around them. She could sense the tension in the air, the palpable danger that seemed to radiate from Arjun.

“Trust me,” he murmured, his voice low and unwavering, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding them. She could feel the protective aura around him, and despite the circumstances, a sense of safety washed over her.

“Arjun…” she started to say, but he silenced her with a gentle squeeze of her waist, grounding her against him.

“You don’t need to see this,” he said, his voice dark and determined. “Just stay close to me.”

The sounds of struggle and muffled protests filled the restroom, but Aayara focused on Arjun’s presence, grounding herself in his strength. She felt a mix of fear and exhilaration—fear for what was happening but exhilaration at his unwavering commitment to protect her.

His grip tightened around her waist, and she could sense his anger simmering just beneath the surface. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Aayara. Not ever again,” he vowed, his voice fierce and possessive.

As the chaos erupted behind them, Aayara felt the weight of his words. This wasn’t just about a confrontation; it was a declaration of his feelings, of his commitment to her in a way she had never fully understood before. The man who had seemed cold and distant was now revealing a side that was fiercely protective, and it ignited something deep within her.

In that moment, all she could do was trust him. She leaned into him, feeling the heat radiating from his body, letting his presence envelop her as she closed her eyes tightly, surrendering to the storm brewing around them. She knew that whatever happened next, Arjun would face it head-on, and she would stand by his side, even if it meant stepping into a world she had never known before.

“Just breathe, wifey,” he whispered, his voice calming yet filled with an undercurrent of tension. “I’ve got you.”

As the situation escalated, Aayara realized she was about to witness the full extent of Arjun's ruthlessness, and deep down, she couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation mixed with fear. Whatever was about to happen, she knew it would change everything.

Aayara pressed her face against Arjun's chest, feeling his heartbeat thunder in her ears. The world around them faded as she surrendered to his warmth and protection, but the tension in the air was palpable. Arjun’s grip on her tightened, and she could feel the intensity of his focus as his gaze moved toward Ajay, who was now trembling on the ground, fear etched on his face.

“Rest in peace,” Arjun said, his voice cold and steady, sending chills down Aayara’s spine. The smirk that played on his lips sent a shiver of unease through her, the juxtaposition of his possessive tenderness with the threat looming before them starkly contrasting.

In one swift movement, Arjun raised his gun, aiming it directly at Ajay’s head. Aayara's heart raced, and instinctively, she buried her face deeper into his chest, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. She could barely comprehend what was happening, but the weight of the moment pressed down on her heavily.

“The world will remember your death, professor…” Arjun declared, a chilling finality in his tone.

Before Aayara could fully process his words, a deafening gunshot echoed through the restroom, drowning out all other sounds. Time seemed to freeze as the bullet found its mark, and the next moment, Ajay crumpled to the ground, lifeless, with a bullet hole between his eyes.

Aayara gasped, her breath hitching in her throat as the reality of the situation crashed over her like a wave. She felt Arjun’s body tense beside her, his heartbeat steady despite the chaos. The finality of what had just occurred left her in shock, and she fought to catch her breath.

Arjun lowered his gun, his expression unyielding as he surveyed the scene. The tension in the air shifted, and a silence settled over the restroom, punctuated only by the distant sounds of chaos outside. Aayara could feel the weight of his decision pressing down on her, and a myriad of emotions flooded her mind—horror, confusion, and a strange sense of safety in his ruthless determination to protect her.

“Open your eyes, Aayara,” he murmured, his voice low but commanding. “Look at what happens when someone tries to hurt you.”

With trembling hands, she slowly pulled away from him, her heart racing as she opened her eyes to face the scene before her. Ajay lay sprawled on the floor, the life snuffed out of him in an instant, and the reality of Arjun’s world enveloped her completely. She had seen the darkness before, but witnessing it firsthand was a different experience altogether.

“Arjun…” she whispered, her voice shaking. “What have you done?”

He turned to her, his expression a mix of cold determination and something softer beneath the surface. “I did what I had to do to protect you,” he replied, his tone steady but edged with the weight of his actions. “No one will ever lay a hand on you again.”

As she looked into his eyes, she saw the depths of his commitment to her, the fierce protectiveness that had driven him to such extremes. The realization settled in her chest, a heavy understanding of the world she had married into.

“I never wanted this,” she said softly, tears welling in her eyes as she faced the man she had chosen to share her life with.

“I know,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “But this is the reality now, Aayara. You’re mine, and I don't share what's mine .”

As the weight of his words hung in the air, Aayara grappled with the new reality she faced—one that was far darker and more complicated than she had ever imagined. She could feel the fragility of her innocence slipping away, replaced by the stark truth of her husband’s world and the dangerous lengths he would go to for her protection.

In that moment, she knew their lives would never be the same again.