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...
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Aayara trembled, her voice barely a whisper as she pleaded, “Please, Arjun… look at me.” Her heart raced as she gathered the courage to step closer. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her cheek against his tense back. She could feel his muscles stiffen at her touch, his body rigid with anger.
For a moment, there was silence. His breath hitched, and she held on tighter, as if hoping that her touch would melt the icy barrier between them.
“Arjun, I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking with the weight of her emotions. “I didn’t mean to hurt you… please… just listen to me.”
But he remained still, his hands clenching at his sides. She could feel the heat of his body, the storm of emotions that roiled inside him. Yet, he refused to turn around, to face her.
“Let go, Aayara,” he said in a low, cold voice, every word cutting through the fragile thread of hope she was holding on to. His tone was detached, as if the warmth that had once briefly flickered between them had been snuffed out completely.
Her grip faltered, but she refused to let go. Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking his bare back . "I... I just want you to see me," she pleaded, her voice barely audible. "Not the mistakes I've made, not the past. Just me."
But Arjun slowly peeled her hands off him, his touch void of any tenderness. He stepped forward, putting distance between them. His back still turned, he muttered, “It’s too late for that. You’ve made your choice, Aayara.”
She stood there, her hands now cold and empty, watching him walk away from her, as if she didn’t exist. The void between them seemed to widen, and for the first time, Aayara truly feared she had lost him forever.
Aayara shook her head, her tears falling harder as she stepped forward again, determination shining through her pain. "I won't let you go, Arjun," she whispered, her voice firm despite the trembling of her body.
His jaw clenched tightly, his hands curling into fists as he struggled to control the storm brewing inside him. "You will regret this, Aayara," he warned, his voice dangerously low. "One more second you hold me, and I won’t be able to control myself."
But Aayara didn’t back down. Her fear mixed with her desperation. “Then don’t control yourself,” she said softly, her hands reaching out for him again. “Because I’m not letting you go. Not like this.”
Arjun’s body tensed as she touched him, her fingers brushing against his bare skin, her defiance igniting something darker within him. His breathing grew heavier, and for a moment, the air between them seemed to crackle with the intensity of his emotions.
His eyes flashed with anger, and in a swift motion, he spun around, grabbing her wrists roughly, pulling her closer. "You think you can fix everything with this?" he snarled, his face inches from hers. "You think I’ll just forget what happened last night? That you humiliated me in front of everyone?"
Aayara’s breath hitched as she stared into his burning eyes, but she didn’t pull away. “I’m not trying to fix anything. I’m trying to make you see me... us,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute. “I’m your wife, Arjun. I belong to you.”
His grip tightened, and his gaze darkened, torn between his rage and the undeniable pull he felt toward her. "You don’t get to decide that," he growled. "You crossed a line, and now you have to face the consequences."
Aayara stumbled back from the force of his push, her heart pounding as she watched him walk to the bed, his broad, bare chest gleaming under the dim light. He sat down, spreading his legs casually, his eyes dark and filled with a cruel amusement as he smirked at her.
“If you don’t want me to be angry,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance, “then make me happy. Pleasure me, woman.”
Aayara’s breath caught in her throat, his words cutting through her like ice. She blinked, her mind reeling from the sudden shift. Her hands trembled at her sides as she tried to process what he was demanding from her. For a moment, she just stood there, frozen in place, feeling the weight of his gaze on her.
This wasn’t the man she had hoped for, the one who might have softened just a little, the one who might have started seeing her as more than a possession. This was the man who demanded control, who wanted to break her spirit again.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away ,her chest tightening as she faced the harsh reality of the situation.
Aayara walked slowly toward him, each step feeling heavier than the last. Arjun's smirk widened as he watched her approach, his eyes glinting with satisfaction, thinking he had broken her spirit. His arrogance radiated off him as he leaned back slightly, expecting her to give in.
But Aayara, though trembling, stopped just short of him. Her heart pounded in her chest, but there was something different in her eyes now—determination. She looked at him, and for a moment, the tension hung thick in the air.
"Do you really think this is what I want?" her voice, though quiet, carried strength. "To please you like this? To keep giving myself up while you tear me apart?"
Arjun’s smirk faltered slightly, the confidence in her voice throwing him off guard for a split second.
She clenched her fists, her emotions swirling. "You can push me, humiliate me, but I won’t lose myself in the process," she whispered, her voice stronger now. She turned, walking away from him, leaving him stunned as the moment didn’t play out the way he had imagined.
Aayara gasped as Arjun pushed her onto the bed, her body trembling under his rough grip. His once warm, light brown eyes were now dark with anger and dominance, a chilling look she had grown all too familiar with. Her heart raced as she gulped, realizing she might have gone too far.
He leaned over her, his smirk twisted as he scoffed, "Ho gaya? Tum nahi dogi to mai khud le lunga jo lena hai… Aakhir biwi ho meri." His voice was low, dark, and filled with a terrifying calm.
Aayara's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. The weight of his words sank in, and for a moment, she felt powerless beneath him. Her mind raced—what could she do now? He was her husband, yet this man before her was nothing like the one she had hoped to understand.
She bit her lip, trying to gather the courage she had left, knowing the man standing over her would take whatever he wanted if she didn’t stand up for herself. The vulnerability in the air was palpable, but so was the tension, as Arjun waited for her response, his smirk not fading.
