Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*NO ONE HURTS YOU BUT ME *

***AUTHOR'S POV***

Arjun pushed Aayara gently into the passenger seat, his face unreadable, cold, and distant. The tension between them was palpable, but neither of them spoke as he slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The roar of the car filled the silence, but the atmosphere inside was heavy and suffocating.

Aayara sat quietly, staring out of the window, her mind swirling with a million thoughts. She didn’t know what to say, and Arjun’s silence was only making her anxiety worse. She stole a glance at him, his jaw clenched tightly, his grip on the steering wheel firm, eyes fixed on the road. His entire demeanor screamed control, yet she knew that beneath that exterior, emotions were boiling over.

The drive felt endless. Every passing second stretched between them, yet Aayara couldn’t bring herself to break the silence. She replayed the events in her head—Ajay, the gunshot, Arjun’s cold declaration of possession in front of the entire college. It was all too much.

She wanted to speak, to ask him what was going on in his mind, but the way his face remained expressionless, almost detached, made her hesitate. Arjun had always been a man of few words, but this silence felt different. It was charged with something deeper, darker—an emotion he was trying hard to suppress.

As they drove through the city streets, Aayara felt her own emotions starting to rise. Fear, confusion, anger—everything was swirling together in her chest, threatening to spill over. But she bit her lip, forcing herself to stay composed, afraid that if she broke the silence, the fragile peace between them would shatter.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Arjun pulled the car into the driveway of his mansion. The car came to a stop, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was the soft hum of the engine as Arjun turned it off.

Aayara swallowed, her throat dry as she tried to find the words. But before she could speak, Arjun got out of the car, walking around to her side. He opened her door, his movements controlled, but his face still devoid of any emotion. He didn’t say a word as he helped her out, his touch firm yet distant.

Without a glance back at her, he walked toward the mansion, his shoulders tense and his steps measured. Aayara followed quietly, feeling a growing unease. Something was wrong, but she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. All she knew was that this silence between them wasn’t just about what had happened today—it was something more, something deeper that neither of them had addressed.

As they stepped inside the mansion, the cool air hit Aayara’s skin, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside her. She needed to talk to him, to understand what was going on. But as she watched him walk away, his back stiff and unyielding, she realized that breaking through his walls would not be easy.

She stood frozen for a moment, staring at the man she had married. The ruthless, heartless man who had just killed for her. The man who had declared her as his, yet remained as distant as ever.

Aayara sighed softly, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on her. She would have to wait—wait until he was ready to talk, wait until the silence between them could be broken. But for now, all she could do was follow him into the darkness of their shared world.

Arjun’s cold, silent demeanor remained as he walked ahead, not even sparing Aayara a glance. She tried to speak, to find the words that could somehow reach him, but her voice wavered, and she stumbled slightly as she followed behind.

Before she could say anything more, Arjun stopped abruptly, his jaw visibly clenching in frustration. Without a word, he turned, his eyes dark and unreadable, and in one swift motion, he grabbed her roughly and threw her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing.

"Arjun!" Aayara gasped, caught completely off guard, but he didn’t respond.

His grip was firm, and he carried her without hesitation, his strides purposeful and filled with an intensity that made her heart race. She could feel his muscles tense beneath her as he carried her up the grand staircase and toward his room, the atmosphere between them charged with something that neither of them could name.

Aayara’s breath hitched. She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but something about the way he moved—the quiet fury that radiated from him—left her speechless. She could feel the frustration and possessiveness pulsing from him, yet he remained cold and distant, a contradiction that only confused her more.

When they finally reached his room, Arjun kicked the door open, the sound echoing through the quiet mansion. He walked in without a word and threw her onto the large bed, the force of it making her bounce slightly on the mattress. She sat up quickly, her heart pounding as she tried to process what was happening.

Arjun stood at the foot of the bed, his chest rising and falling with barely contained rage, his face still hard and expressionless. His dark eyes locked onto hers, filled with something dangerous, something possessive.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” His voice was low and controlled, but there was a sharp edge to it, a deadly calm that made Aayara’s heart race even faster.

She swallowed, her throat dry, unsure of what to say. "I... I didn’t know what to do, Arjun," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I didn’t think you’d care…"

The moment she said those words, Arjun’s eyes darkened further. He took a step forward, and then another, until he was standing right in front of her, towering over her as she sat on the bed.

"You think I wouldn’t care?" he growled, his voice dangerously low. "You think I wouldn’t care if some filthy man laid a hand on what’s mine?"

Aayara’s breath caught in her throat as his hand shot out, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up to meet his fierce gaze. His touch wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t painful either. It was possessive, like he was staking a claim.

"I don’t care what you think, Aayara," he said, his voice cold and hard. "You’re mine. No one touches you. No one hurts you but me. Do you understand?"

Aayara’s eyes widened at his words, the intensity of his claim sinking into her. She nodded slowly, unable to tear her gaze away from his. She could see the storm brewing behind his eyes, the battle between his possessiveness and his anger at what had happened.

Arjun released her chin and stepped back slightly, his eyes still locked on her. “This won’t happen again,” he said firmly. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Aayara wanted to say something, to break through the cold wall he had built around himself, but she didn’t know how. She could feel the depth of his emotions, even if he wasn’t showing them, but she was too afraid to push him.

Instead, she sat silently, watching as Arjun turned away, his back tense, and began to pace the room. He was a storm of emotions, but he kept them all bottled up inside, hidden behind that stoic mask he wore so well.

And Aayara, sitting there in the center of the storm, could only wonder how long it would be before those walls finally came crashing down.