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...
________jealousy is a disease right ? More worse if your pissed off husband 's anger is fueled by jealousy that you are giving his breakfast to his younger brother who clearly likes you? ___________________🦋
_______poor woman .....
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Arjun’s voice cut through the room like ice.
“So, you're feeding my younger brother while knowing your husband hasn’t eaten?” His tone was dark, laced with cold mockery. “kitni pativrata patni ho ,” he sneered, sarcasm dripping from every word.
Aayara froze, her heart pounding in her chest as her hands tightened around the edge of the tray. Rudra stiffened as well, glancing at his brother, but staying silent, knowing it was dangerous to intervene when Arjun was like this.
Arjun walked further into the room, his eyes narrowing on Aayara. “And here I was, thinking my wife was upset. Maybe I was wrong," he scoffed, his gaze piercing as he added, "Seems like you're enjoying yourself instead.”
Aayara gulped down the lump in her throat, her face drained of color. She couldn’t bring herself to speak, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what to say, how to calm him down. But Arjun's fury was palpable, his eyes dark and unforgiving.
“Say something, Aayara," he challenged, his voice dangerously low. "Or are you too busy playing the perfect host to my brother to care about your husband’s reputation anymore?”
She opened her mouth but no words came out. The tension in the room was suffocating as Arjun’s gaze remained fixed on her, daring her to respond.
Arjun clicked his tongue in irritation, throwing his jacket carelessly on the floor as he walked upstairs. Aayara’s eyes widened in panic. Oh no! Why didn’t I wait for him? I messed up! Her thoughts raced as guilt surged through her.
She glanced awkwardly at Rudra, trying to manage a weak smile, but he just raised a brow, unsure of what to make of the situation. Feeling the weight of her mistake, Aayara quickly grabbed Arjun’s jacket off the floor and hurried after him.
As she reached their room, she could feel her heart pounding. How do I make this right? she thought, rushing in after him, unsure of how to calm his storm.
" Hey Radha Rani .. bachana mujhe .. " she mumbled under her breath..
Aayara trembled as she stepped into the room, her breath catching in her throat. Arjun stood in the middle of the room, stripping off his shirt with an expression of pure anger etched across his face. His muscles tensed, his jaw clenched tightly, and the air around him seemed to crackle with fury.
She hesitated for a moment, clutching his jacket tightly in her hands. “Arjun...” her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with fear and guilt.
He didn’t acknowledge her, his silence more terrifying than words. His back was turned to her as he threw his shirt onto the floor, each motion sharp with irritation. Aayara’s heart raced as she stood frozen, uncertain of how to approach him.
Aayara's hand trembled as her finger lightly touched Arjun's bare back. The instant her skin made contact, he froze, his entire body going rigid under her touch. The tension in the room thickened, and she could hear her own shaky breaths, her heart pounding in her chest.
She swallowed hard, not sure what to expect. "Arjun...," she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with fear and regret.
Arjun remained motionless for a moment, then slowly turned his head, just enough to glance at her from the corner of his eye. His expression was dark, cold, and unreadable. He didn't speak, but the weight of his silence was suffocating, filling the room with a chilling distance.
Aayara lowered her gaze, her guilt eating her from inside, and slowly retracted her hand. “I... I didn’t mean to—" she began, her voice cracking, but he cut her off with a sharp breath, turning around fully to face her. His eyes, once so full of possessive anger, now held something far more dangerous—calculated, icy calmness.
Without a word, Arjun stepped closer, towering over her, his presence overwhelming. His jaw clenched, and she could feel his restrained fury, knowing she was standing on thin ice.
Arjun’s voice was sharp and venomous as he leaned closer, his eyes burning with anger. “Didn’t know, huh? That your ex was coming to the party?” he scoffed bitterly, his jaw tight. “You have no idea what that did to me, do you? You ruined my reputation, Aayara! What kind of woman are you?” His words cut through her like a blade.
Aayara flinched, stepping back, her eyes widening as his words pierced her heart. Her lips quivered as she tried to form a response, but nothing came out.
“A whore, that’s what,” Arjun spat, his voice growing louder, harsher. “I thought you were innocent. I thought I could go easy on you, but you—” He pointed at her accusingly. “You went behind my back, made a fool out of me, made me look weak in front of everyone!”
Aayara’s breath hitched, tears welling up in her eyes as she shook her head. “Arjun, please... I didn’t—”
“Save it!” he snapped, cutting her off again. “You think I care for your excuses? I gave you a chance, I tried to see you as my wife, but you? You threw that away!” His voice dropped, turning even colder. “Now, you’ll face what it means to be my wife for real. No more of this nonsense. You’ve crossed a line.”
Aayara’s tears started to fall silently, her heart shattering with every word. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had hoped he was changing, that maybe there was a chance for something more between them. But now, all of that was crumbling before her eyes.
“You thought I was going easy on you?” Arjun laughed darkly, his tone mocking. “That’s over now. You’ll regret ever thinking you could humiliate me.” He turned away from her, walking to the window, his fists clenched.
Aayara stood there, frozen, her mind spinning as she tried to process his words. The man she thought she might have been reaching was gone, replaced by someone colder, more ruthless than ever before.
