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 walked towards Arjun, her heart racing, her mind desperately clinging to the memories of the previous night. Her steps were hesitant, but the confusion swirling inside her pushed her to confront him. She stood before him, trying to gather the courage to speak.
"Didn’t you… forgive me last night?" she asked softly, her voice trembling. "When you held me, when we… kissed and touched. Didn’t it mean something?"
Her words hung in the air, laced with hope and desperation. She searched his eyes, looking for any sign that the warmth she had felt, even fleetingly, was real.
Arjun, standing with his back straight and an indifferent expression, raised a brow at her words. His face remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes, a small, cold smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Forgive you?” he repeated, his voice low and mocking, as if her words were absurd. He took a step closer to her, tilting his head slightly, watching her every movement. “Is that what you think happened last night, Aayara?”
Her breath caught in her throat. She nodded, confused by his reaction, unsure if she was mistaken about what had happened between them.
Arjun’s smirk widened, and he crossed his arms. “So, because I touched you, kissed you, it made you think that everything was forgiven? That I forgot what you did?” His tone was sharp, his words like daggers.
Aayara blinked, her chest tightening. “I-I thought it meant something… that we were…” She struggled to finish her sentence as the realization of his words began to sink in.
Arjun chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “You’re more naive than I thought.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “What happened last night was nothing more than me taking what’s mine. Don’t mistake that for forgiveness.”
She froze, her heart shattering as his words crushed the last bit of hope she had clung to. She had believed that his touches, his kisses, the way he had held her, meant something more. That it was his way of showing her affection, maybe even love. But now, standing in front of him, she realized it was all part of the cruel game he played with her emotions.
Arjun stepped back, his gaze cold and unfeeling. “You still don’t understand, do you? You’re nothing but a pawn in this, Aayara. You’re my wife, but that doesn’t mean you’ve earned my forgiveness. Not after what you did to my reputation last night.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away, trying to hold herself together. “But… I didn’t mean to humiliate you,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
He scoffed, looking at her with disdain. “Intentions mean nothing. Actions do. And yours were disgraceful.”
Aayara swallowed hard, her mind spinning with the weight of his words. She had been so sure, so sure that there was something between them, but now it all felt like a cruel illusion.
Arjun turned away, as if her presence no longer mattered to him. “Get ready. We have a meeting soon,” he said coldly before walking out of the room, leaving her standing there in the midst of her shattered reality.
As the door closed behind him, Aayara stood frozen, her tears finally falling. She was trapped in the confusion he had spun around her, caught between moments of tenderness and the harsh cruelty that followed. Every time she thought she was getting closer to him, he pushed her further away, leaving her lost in the maze of his manipulation.
She sank onto the bed, her fingers trembling as she clutched the sheets. How could she have been so blind? How could she have misread everything so horribly? The confusion, the pain—it was all too much to bear.
In the days that followed, Aayara tried to make things right again, convinced that she had to prove her worth to Arjun. She woke up early, made him breakfast, and dressed in clothes she knew he liked—soft pastel sarees that hugged her curves, hoping he’d notice.
But each time she attempted to bridge the gap between them, he remained cold and distant. He’d look at her, sometimes with amusement, sometimes with indifference, but he never offered her the affection she craved.
She found herself second-guessing everything. Was she doing something wrong? Was there a way to fix this? She kept trying to earn his approval, but it only made him pull further away
One evening, after another failed attempt at reaching out to Arjun, he unexpectedly placed a hand on her waist as they walked into a room full of guests. For a moment, her heart soared. Did this mean he was softening? She leaned into his touch, trying to savor the warmth she had longed for.
But just as quickly, he withdrew his hand, leaving her cold and confused. The gesture was deliberate, and she realized that he enjoyed watching her hope bloom, only to crush it. His game of control was subtle but powerful, and she felt like a puppet in his hands, desperately trying to figure out what he wanted from her.
