Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*A BANTER BETWEEN COUPLE*

***AUTHOR'S POV***

Rudra’s smirk deepened as he leaned toward Dia, his intense gaze locking onto her face, taking in every feature. His hands slowly slid to her waist, the touch making her breath catch in her throat. She felt a jolt of nervousness shoot through her body as she stuttered, her voice shaky, "R-Rudra! Wh-what are you d-doing?"

His smirk only grew more mischievous, and he licked his lip, the gesture sending shivers down her spine. Her heart raced, her eyes fluttering closed, bracing for what she thought might be a kiss—a small reward for her caring for him, something that would melt the cold distance between them, even if just for a moment.

But instead, Rudra's voice cut through the silence, low and mocking. "You’re acting like a good wife... no doubt you always wanted to be an actress, right?" he teased, his words dripping with sarcasm. Dia’s eyes flew open, her momentary hope crushed.

"But do you know?" he continued, his smirk widening as he released her waist, his tone sharp and cruel. "Your little tactics won’t work on me."

He stepped back, his expression darkening with cold amusement, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of dashing her hopes. "Now, get your ass off my bed and sleep on the couch, woman."

The harshness of his words hit Dia like a slap. She stood there, frozen, her chest tightening as the sting of his rejection washed over her. Rudra turned away, leaving her standing by the bed, feeling small and humiliated, her heart aching in the aftermath of his cruel dismissal. He smirked to himself, satisfied as he moved away, not even sparing her another glance.

Dia bit her lip, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. The couch felt miles away, but she swallowed her pride, knowing there was no point in arguing with him now. She’d learned to expect this coldness, this cruel edge, but it didn’t hurt any less.

***************After a while ***************

Rudra casually removed his shirt, his back muscles flexing as he walked to the bed. Dia’s eyes widened, and despite herself, she shamelessly continued to stare at him, taking in his chiseled physique. Her gaze lingered longer than she intended, her thoughts running wild.

Noticing her obvious attention, Rudra smirked, settling onto the bed. "What are you thinking in that filthy little mind of yours, woman?" he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’m not even safe in my own room… what a pervert wife I’ve got, besharam aurat. Ghoorna band karo!"

He pulled the blanket up to cover his face, leaving her gasping at his boldness. Dia rolled her eyes, her cheeks burning with both embarrassment and annoyance. "He may have a nice body, but what’s the use if he can’t put it to better use?" she mumbled under her breath, irritated by his teasing. She turned away, trying to push the flustered thoughts from her mind, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Rudra scoffed as he heard Dia’s muttered words, his amusement fading as he settled back into bed. Later that night, Dia was jolted awake by the sound of her phone ringing. Blinking against the darkness, she mumbled, “Who is calling at midnight?”

As she squinted at the screen, her eyes widened in disbelief. Rudra was calling her—he was in the same room! Irritated, she gritted her teeth and reluctantly answered the call. “What the hell, Rudra? You’re insane!”

Rudra let out a sigh, his tone exasperated. “Answering your phone shouldn’t be a problem. Just adjust the temperature of the AC; it’s too hot,” he instructed, as if it were the most normal request in the world.

Dia clutched the phone tightly, feeling a surge of frustration. “Seriously? You couldn’t just get up and do it yourself?” she retorted, but he had already hung up. Rolling her eyes, she tossed the phone back onto the bed, muttering to herself before trying to drift back into sleep, the warmth of irritation lingering in the air.

At 3 AM, Dia’s phone rang again, jolting her awake from a restless sleep. Groaning, she glanced at the screen to see Rudra’s name flashing once more. “What now?” she muttered, rubbing her eyes as she reluctantly answered.

“What do you want, Rudra?” she snapped, her voice thick with sleep.

“Adjust the temperature back to the same degree,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His tone was devoid of any concern for her feelings or the fact that he had just woken her up yet again.

Dia felt her frustration bubbling over. “Rudra, I’m not your personal thermostat! Can’t you just do it yourself?” she exclaimed, her patience wearing thin.

There was a brief pause on the other end before he replied, unfazed. “It’s not about that. I need it at a specific temperature to sleep properly. Just do it.”

With a huff of annoyance, Dia cut the call and tossed her phone onto the bed again, staring up at the ceiling. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, shaking her head. Resigned, she dragged herself out of bed, trudged over to the AC unit, and adjusted the temperature. “Better not call me again,” she grumbled to herself as she returned to bed, hoping for some peace at last.

At 5 AM, Dia was abruptly pulled from her sleep as Rudra yanked the blanket off her. She gasped, startled, and sat up, blinking sleepily at him. “What the hell, Rudra?” she exclaimed, trying to gather her thoughts.

“Make my protein shake,” he commanded, his expression indifferent as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You’re my wife; it’s your duty.”

Dia rubbed her eyes in disbelief. “It’s 5 in the morning! Can’t you make it yourself?” she shot back, her annoyance boiling over. “I’m not your maid!”

Rudra smirked, unbothered by her frustration. “But you’re my wife. And I’m hungry. So, shake it up, woman,” he replied, his tone light but firm, as if he were simply stating a fact.

She groaned, flopping back down onto the bed, pulling the remaining blanket over her head. “You have got to be kidding me,” she muttered, but Rudra didn’t budge.

“Don’t make me ask again,” he warned, his voice low and serious.

Sighing dramatically, Dia finally swung her legs over the side of the bed, realizing there was no getting out of this. “Fine! I’ll make your stupid shake,” she grumbled, stumbling toward the kitchen. As she moved, she couldn’t help but think how ridiculous the situation was, but she was also secretly amused by the absurdity of it all.

Rudra smirked as he watched Dia’s sleepy form fumble with the shaker in the kitchen, the early morning light casting a soft glow around her. She looked both adorable and exasperated, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight.

“Wanted to be my wife so badly, huh?” he teased, his tone dripping with playful arrogance. “Right now, you’re paying the price.”

Dia shot him an annoyed glance over her shoulder, clearly not in the mood for his games. “I didn’t ask for this, Rudra. You could make your own shake,” she shot back, but her voice lacked the usual bite, fatigue making it difficult to maintain her irritation.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich. “But I’d rather watch you do it,” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Besides, it’s more fun this way.”

With a resigned sigh, Dia finished mixing the shake and poured it into a glass, turning to face him with a mock-serious expression. “Here you go, your highness. Enjoy your protein shake,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Thanks, gobhi kaa phool ,” he replied with a grin, taking the glass from her hand. “Now, I’m off to the gym. You’re welcome to join me if you can keep up.” With that, he sauntered off, leaving Dia shaking her head in disbelief. As much as she wanted to be irritated, a small smile crept onto her lips.