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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As Aayara slowly woke up the next morning, her body ached from the events of the night before, but her mind was focused on Arjun. She glanced at his side of the bed—it was empty. She sighed, wondering where he went. Did he care enough to leave her alone to rest, or was it something else? The lines between his affection and cruelty were always blurred. She bit her lip, trying to shake off the confusion that always clouded her thoughts whenever it came to him.
She got up, slowly getting dressed in a simple saree, her hands trembling slightly as she remembered the heated words from the night before. She walked downstairs, and to her surprise, found Arjun in the dining room, casually sipping his coffee. Her heart leapt at the sight of him. Maybe today would be different. Maybe he wasn’t angry anymore. His mere presence felt like a promise of something she desperately wanted to believe in—his love.
As she approached him with tentative steps, she stopped a few feet away. "Good morning," she whispered softly, her voice laced with hope.
Arjun didn’t look up immediately but after a long moment, he tilted his head slightly, acknowledging her presence. His silence was loud, and she couldn’t tell if it was because he was still upset or if he was thinking about something else. But then, without a word, he pushed the chair next to him out a little, almost like an invitation.
Aayara’s heart fluttered, thinking it was a small sign of affection. Maybe he wanted her close. She hesitated for a second, then quickly moved to sit beside him, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her saree.
But the moment she sat, he leaned back in his chair, looking at her with cold eyes. “You really think sitting here is going to make me forget what happened last night?” he asked, his tone sharp.
Aayara’s heart dropped, confusion clouding her mind. His words were like a bucket of ice water on her fragile hope. But then he reached out, brushing a lock of hair from her face, the gesture soft, almost tender. His hand lingered on her cheek for just a second longer than usual. That familiar flicker of warmth returned in her chest. He cared. He had to.
“I won’t let anyone disrespect me again, Aayara,” he continued, his voice dangerously low. “Not you, not anyone.”
She gulped, her throat tightening. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know Zehan would show up, I swear,” she whispered, her eyes pleading with him to believe her.
Arjun chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “You always manage to find a way to embarrass me, don’t you?”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. "I’ll do better. I’ll make it up to you," she said desperately. She reached out to touch his hand, and for a moment, he didn’t pull away. His eyes softened just a fraction, enough for her to believe he might forgive her.
But then he stood abruptly, pulling his hand away as if her touch burned him. "Just stay out of my way," he said coldly, before walking out of the room without another glance at her.
Aayara sat there, frozen. The small moments of warmth between them always felt like a lifeline, only to be ripped away the next second. She couldn’t tell where she stood with him. Was he trying to protect her, or was he just keeping her on a leash? The confusion of his actions left her spinning.
She walked to the kitchen in a daze, bumping into Rudra, who was still working on his laptop at the dining table. He noticed her troubled face immediately and frowned. “Bhabhi, are you okay?” he asked gently.
Aayara forced a smile, brushing away the tears that threatened to fall. “I’m fine, Rudra. Just... confused.”
Rudra stood up and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
His kindness nearly shattered her fragile defenses. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "Arjun… he’s just… I don’t understand him sometimes."
Rudra clenched his jaw, trying to hold back his frustration. He knew how his brother treated her, but saying anything now would only make things worse. “Just… take care of yourself, bhabhi. Don’t let him break you.”
Aayara nodded, feeling the warmth of Rudra’s words but also the confusion that came with them. Was Arjun truly trying to break her? Or was he pushing her to become stronger, to stand by his side like a real partner?
As she retreated to her room, her thoughts spiraled again. She thought of how Arjun looked at her last night, how he held her, how he whispered cruel words in the dark, and yet his touch had felt almost gentle. Her heart ached with the weight of her feelings. She was drowning in the purposeful confusion he created, unsure whether she was his wife or merely his pawn.
But in the depth of her heart, she still clung to the belief that somewhere behind his cold exterior, Arjun loved her.
