Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*A HEARTLESS HUSBAND *

***AUTHOR'S POV***

Aayara gulped, her heart racing as she stood up, her legs feeling shaky beneath her. Arjun's broad back was still turned toward her, his stiff posture only making her more nervous. She shivered slightly, but something in her pushed forward. Gathering all her courage, she softly wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek against his strong back.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with guilt and fear.

For a moment, everything stilled. Arjun froze at the sudden contact, as if he wasn’t sure how to respond. The unexpected warmth of her touch caused a flicker of something deep within him. His breath hitched slightly, but almost instantly, he forced himself back to his cold exterior.

His face hardened again, and without a word, he removed her hands from his body, spinning around swiftly. In one harsh movement, his hand gripped her neck, firm but not crushing. The intensity in his eyes was frightening, his dark gaze burning with unresolved emotions—anger, possessiveness, and something else she couldn’t quite place.

“You think saying sorry will fix this?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. His grip on her neck tightened just enough to remind her of the power he held over her, yet it wasn’t painful. It was a warning. “You think that will erase what happened today?”

Aayara’s breath hitched, her hands instinctively reaching up to his wrist, but she didn’t try to pull away. She knew that would only make things worse. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at him, feeling trapped not just physically, but emotionally as well.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t want to make things worse. I just didn’t know what to do…”

Arjun’s grip stayed firm, his face still cold and unreadable, but his eyes—they were swirling with emotions he refused to acknowledge. His thumb brushed the side of her neck, a gesture so subtle it almost went unnoticed, but there was something about it that felt different. Almost... protective.

“You belong to me,” he said, his voice hard but quieter now, the tension in his grip loosening slightly. “And I protect what’s mine. Don’t ever forget that.”

Aayara nodded, her throat constricted not only by his hand but by the weight of his words. Her tears spilled over, and for the first time, she felt the full force of what it meant to be Arjun Oberoi Singhania’s wife. His protection came with a price, and that price was her freedom.

Arjun watched her, his eyes darkening even more as her tears fell. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he released her neck, stepping back, though his gaze never left her. “You’ll never have to be sorry again if you just stay where you’re supposed to,” he said, his tone firm, but there was something softer lurking beneath it. “With me.”

Aayara stood there, trembling, her emotions in turmoil. She wanted to break through his cold exterior, to understand the man who claimed her so completely, but she didn’t know how. All she could do was nod silently, knowing that for now, she would have to accept the rules of this dangerous, possessive game.

Aayara trembled as she stood there, her body shaking from the intensity of the moment. But despite her fear, she gathered enough courage to slowly raise her hand and gently touch Arjun’s cheek.

“Sorry…” she whispered, her voice soft and hesitant. “I just thought… you wouldn’t care. But I was wrong... you do care for me.” A faint smile touched her lips as she tried to find some warmth in his cold demeanor.

But Arjun’s face only darkened further. His eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity, and in an instant, he grabbed her wrist roughly, pulling her closer until she could feel the heat of his body against hers. His grip was tight, and the storm brewing in his eyes was filled with anger and something far more menacing.

“You thought right,” he growled, his voice low and sharp. “I don’t care about you at all.”

His words hit her like a slap to the face. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in closer, his gaze piercing through her. “I’m angry because someone touched my thing. My thing!” he spat, emphasizing the words. “And I don’t use used things. Don’t be in some delusion that I care for you. and don't dare to touch me again ! " .

Aayara’s heart broke a little more with each word. She had hoped—just for a moment—that maybe beneath his cold, harsh exterior, there was a part of him that cared, even just a little. But his words were like daggers, cutting through any hope she had.

Before she could respond, Arjun shoved her back, the force of it making her stumble slightly. His eyes were still blazing as he turned away from her, his expression hard and unyielding.

Without another word, he stormed out of the room, leaving Aayara standing there, shaken and heartbroken. The silence that followed his departure was deafening, and she could still feel the ghost of his grip on her wrist, the harshness of his words echoing in her mind.

Aayara’s faint smile faded completely as she stood alone, her heart heavy with the realization that Arjun’s care wasn’t the kind she had hoped for. He had made it clear—she was nothing more than a possession to him, something he owned, but nothing more.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling as the weight of it all crashed down on her. She had tried to reach him, to understand him, but now it felt impossible. He had built his walls so high, and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to tear them down.