Pyar ek zaher hai aayara, aur ye kambakhat ishq , ek din zaan le lega ye meri .
kabhi naa kabhi to mujhe pta chalega ki tumhari aankhein aur tumhari baatein ek dusre se alag kyu hai.. aur tab tak.. sabr .. aur pyar .. pyar sikhaungi tumhe aur sabr...
As Arjun got out of bed, he glanced at Aayara, who was fast asleep, exhausted from the day's events. Gently, he pulled the blanket over her, ensuring she was warm and comfortable. His expression softened for a brief moment as he watched her peaceful face, but the emotions stirring inside him were far from calm.
Without making a sound, he headed toward the bathroom. The intensity of his anger and possessiveness still boiled beneath the surface, clouding his thoughts. He needed to clear his mind, and there was only one way he knew how—by shocking his body with a cold shower.
The icy water hit his skin as he stood under the showerhead, letting it numb the fire burning inside him. His fists clenched as the memories of the day replayed in his head—Meera's smugness, Aayara's pain, and how he had allowed her to suffer silently for too long. He had always been distant, but something about seeing her vulnerable stirred something deep within him, something primal.
The water continued to run down his body, cooling his anger but solidifying one thing in his mind: no one, not even his family, would dare hurt her again except him ....
He smirked and showered .
Arjun walked back into the room, his hair damp from the cold shower. His gaze flickered toward Aayara, who was already fast asleep, exhausted from the day's overwhelming tasks. Her soft breathing filled the room, but he paid her no mind, his expression hardening once more.
Without a word, he slipped into his sweatpants and climbed onto the bed, his movements careful not to disturb her. His mind was still racing, consumed with thoughts of the day’s events, but he refused to let them show on his face. He lay there in silence, his back turned toward her, still distant despite the growing possessiveness that had taken root in his heart.
Even as he ignored her presence, a small part of him couldn’t help but acknowledge the faint sense of responsibility that came with being her husband. But for now, he chose to remain silent, the walls around his emotions firmly intact.
____________🌜 midnight *
In the stillness of midnight, Aayara instinctively moved closer to Arjun, her body seeking warmth and comfort as she wrapped her arms around him, snuggling into his chest. Arjun opened his eyes, the faint glow of moonlight illuminating his sharp features, and his light brown eyes landed on her innocent face. He stared at her for a moment, watching her soft breaths, her delicate frame holding onto him as if she believed there was tenderness between them.
A smirk tugged at his lips, a quiet chuckle escaping as he saw through her growing hope. "Poor little thing," he whispered under his breath, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face with a gentleness that contrasted his cold intentions. Leaning in closer, his lips near her ear, he murmured, "Dream of me, my sweet, sweet wife..." His tone darkened, amusement lacing his words. "Or should I say... my legal whore ."
His chuckle deepened, a twisted satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he gently removed her arm from his body, pushing her away with ease. The warmth that had briefly existed between them vanished, leaving only a cold emptiness.
Satisfied, Arjun turned his back on her and closed his eyes, falling into sleep once again, indifferent to her presence beside him.
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_______MORNING ____🌟
The next morning, Aayara woke up slowly, stretching her arms and letting out a soft yawn. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the morning light that filtered through the curtains. She reached out instinctively toward Arjun's side of the bed, but it was empty.
Confused, she glanced around the room. The bathroom door was open, and there was no sign of him there either. The bed beside her was already cold, indicating he had left some time ago. A small frown formed on her face as she sat up, her mind wandering. Where had he gone so early without saying anything?
Despite the lingering emptiness in the room, Aayara pushed herself out of bed, her thoughts already circling back to her duties for the day. Yet, the absence of Arjun weighed heavier on her heart than she wanted to admit.
Aayara shook off the lingering thoughts and headed for the shower. The cool tiles under her feet grounded her as she stepped into the bathroom. The gentle sound of running water soon filled the space, washing away the heaviness in her chest, if only temporarily.
As the warm water cascaded over her, she closed her eyes, allowing herself a brief moment of peace. She didn’t dwell on Arjun’s absence or the confusion it brought. Instead, she focused on the soothing rhythm of the water, trying to clear her mind and prepare herself for another day in a house where her emotions had little place.
After finishing her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, staring at her reflection for a moment, wondering what the day would bring.
Aayara slipped into a vibrant red saree, the rich color reflecting her quiet strength. As she stood in front of the mirror, applying the sindur on her forehead, a soft smile tugged at her lips. Her mind wandered back to the day Arjun had claimed her as his wife in front of everyone.
The memory of him asserting his authority, manhandling her with that possessive grip, flashed before her eyes. He had done it not out of love, but to provoke her, to remind her of his power and control over her life. Yet, the way he had protected her—his actions spoke louder than the cold words he usually threw her way.
For a brief moment, she chuckled softly. Could he be changing? The thought amused her, but she quickly pushed it aside. Arjun was a complicated man, one who shielded his emotions behind a cold, impenetrable wall. But that day, something had been different.
Still smiling faintly, she finished getting ready, unsure of what the future held but savoring the small moments that gave her hope.
