Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*loveless marriage*

***AUTHOR'S POV***

Rudra walked into his room, feeling the weight of the conversation he’d just had with Aayara lingering in his mind. Dia sat on the couch, arms crossed and a frown etched across her face as she glared at him.

"Why did you go to her?" Dia snapped, her tone sharp. "What did you need to discuss with your lover? I am your wife, not her!"

Rudra clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the irritation bubbling inside him. "She’s not my lover, Dia," he said flatly, not bothering to turn around as he headed towards the bed. "She’s just going through a tough time."

"You’ve been spending too much time with her," Dia continued, rising from the couch and following him. "It’s not just ‘a tough time.’ You care about her! I can see it! And it’s unacceptable!"

Rudra turned to face her, his expression hardening. "I’m not doing anything wrong, Dia. Aayara is struggling with her marriage, and as her friend, I’m just trying to help her. You of all people should understand that."

Dia’s eyes narrowed, anger flashing across her features. "You’re making excuses! This isn’t just friendship anymore! You need to remember who you’re married to!"

Rudra let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "You don’t get it! Aayara is hurt, and all she wants is for Arjun to love her. I can’t just stand by and watch her suffer."

Dia scoffed, crossing her arms tightly. "And what about me? What about our marriage? You’re always so focused on her! Do you even care how I feel?"

Rudra’s patience began to wear thin as he turned away from her again, heading for the bed. "I care, Dia, but you need to calm down. I’m not betraying you. I’m trying to be there for someone who needs support."

"You should be there for your wife!" Dia shot back, frustration evident in her voice. "You’re putting her above me, and I won’t stand for it!"

He flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to collect his thoughts. "This isn’t about you or me," he muttered, his voice low. "Aayara is going through hell, and if I can help her, I will.and don't be in delusion i love you! Which i won't ever! "

"Fine," Dia snapped, her tone icy. "But don’t expect me to just sit back and watch. You’re playing with fire, Rudra. And you’ll get burned."

Rudra ignored her warning, turning away from her to face the wall. He knew Dia was upset, but his mind kept drifting back to Aayara’s tear-streaked face. He wanted to be there for her, to support her in any way he could.

As he lay in bed, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. He sensed that Aayara was trapped in a cycle of confusion and heartbreak, and he felt a strange sense of responsibility to help her navigate it.

Meanwhile, Dia stormed out of the room, frustrated and hurt. She knew Rudra cared for Aayara, but she also felt a possessive jealousy stirring within her. She wanted to be the one he focused on, not someone else.

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. He felt a familiar frustration rising within him, a reminder of how trapped he was in this marriage. He sighed, choosing to ignore.

Dia watched him, her heart sinking. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. When will he ever call me to join him on the bed? she wondered. It was as if their marriage was a mere formality, a shadow of what she had envisioned.

. He stared at the ceiling, thoughts racing through his mind. He couldn’t shake off the bitterness towards Dia, feeling resentful for being forced into a life that didn’t feel like his own. This was not love, he reminded himself.

Dia, on the other hand, curled up on the couch, trying to suppress her frustration. She hoped for the day when Rudra would finally see her as more than just a wife in name. But as she drifted off to sleep, she realized that the distance between them seemed to grow wider with each passing day.

Rudra, however, felt a weight settle on his chest as he turned away from the door, facing the wall. He knew he would never love Dia, and the thought only deepened his sense of entrapment.