Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*the manipulator ..*

***author's pov***

Arjun leaned against the sleek exterior of his luxury car, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he reflected on the events of the morning. The sun cast shadows on the pavement, but his heart was as cold as the steel of the vehicle he owned. How fucking naive she is, he thought, the irony of her devotion striking him as both amusing and pathetic.

He replayed Aayara’s desperate pleas for love and happiness, the way she had clung to him as if he were her lifeline. Does she really believe I care? The idea made him smirk. Love? With her? Never! To him, she was nothing more than a pawn in his game—a beautiful face trapped in a tight saree, dancing to his whims.

As he pushed himself off the car, the thought of her vulnerability ignited a flicker of excitement within him. Now that I have her, she’s my slave. He relished the thought, knowing that the power dynamic was firmly in his favor. She might be my wife, but I will always control her, he mused, a twisted sense of satisfaction flooding his veins.

Arjun stepped into the office building, his presence commanding attention. He walked with purpose, each stride echoing his dominance. The employees who passed him whispered among themselves, aware of the ruthless reputation that preceded him. Arjun Oberoi Singhania was not a man to be trifled with; he was the king of his empire, and Aayara was simply a part of his kingdom—one he intended to keep under his thumb.

He entered his office, the familiar scent of polished wood and leather wrapping around him like a cloak. The moment he settled into his chair, his mind shifted to Aayara’s next move. She’s naive enough to believe she can win my affection, he thought, but she’ll learn soon enough.

He could already envision the little games they would play, the steps he would orchestrate to keep her in line. Each encounter would be a test of her loyalty, a measure of how well she could fulfill her role as both wife and servant. She will submit to me, he decided, his heart devoid of any real emotion.

As he worked through the day, a part of him savored the anticipation of their next meeting. The more she tries to prove her love, the more I will tighten my grip. He imagined her longing gaze, the way she would plead for his approval, and the sweet taste of power that came with it.

Arjun smirked again, his resolve hardening. I will do anything to keep her under my control. The very idea fueled him, setting his heart ablaze with dark determination. And when she finally realizes the truth—that love was never a part of our equation—it will be too late.

With that thought, he continued his day, a man with a plan, intent on keeping Aayara exactly where he wanted her: in a world of purposeful confusion, forever yearning for something he could never truly give.

Arjun pushed through a long day filled with back-to-back meetings, his mind a whirlwind of strategy and manipulation. Each interaction was calculated, his sharp instincts guiding him through the corporate maze. But underneath the polished surface of his professional demeanor lay a simmering excitement. Today, he had a special guest in mind to ensure his little game with Aayara continued.

As the clock struck three, he instructed his assistant to bring Akriti into his office. He had kept their history buried beneath layers of ambition and ruthless tactics, knowing that Aayara was blissfully unaware of the depths of his past relationships. Akriti was more than just an ex; she was a tool he planned to use to stir jealousy and provoke Aayara’s emotions. Though she was already married to someone else, he knew her lingering feelings for him would make the situation even more enticing.

The door swung open, and Akriti stepped inside, looking radiant in a fitted dress that accentuated her curves. “Arjun! It’s been so long!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she approached him.

“Akriti,” he said, feigning warmth as he extended his hand. “I’m glad you could come. I wanted to discuss a few things regarding the project we’re working on together.”

As they settled into their conversation, Arjun made sure to maintain a light-hearted tone. He spoke about their shared interests, reminiscing about the good times they had enjoyed in the past. Every laugh they shared was a calculated move, designed to evoke the jealousy he knew would haunt Aayara.

Meanwhile, Akriti, sensing the subtle tension, leaned in closer, her laughter tinged with flirtation. “You’ve always had that charming smile, Arjun. It’s good to see some things never change.”

He noticed her lingering gaze and leaned back in his chair, playing it cool. “Some things stay the same, while others evolve,” he replied cryptically, letting the double entendre hang in the air. He caught himself smirking, knowing how easily this could be twisted.

As the conversation flowed, Arjun glanced at the clock, his mind racing ahead to Aayara. He imagined her pacing the house, worry gnawing at her heart. Will she come to me today, desperate for my reassurance? The thought thrilled him, feeding his insatiable desire for control.

After a lengthy discussion, Arjun stood up and walked Akriti to the door. “I’ll see you at the gala next week, right?” he asked casually, making it sound like a casual affair while planting the seeds of jealousy deeper into Aayara’s mind.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Akriti replied, her smile bright and inviting. The fact that she was married only added another layer to his manipulation, ensuring that Aayara would be doubly confused.

As she left, Arjun leaned back in his chair, satisfied with the course of the day. The perfect mix of business and personal drama had been achieved, and the thrill of manipulating Aayara’s emotions made the day’s work feel even more rewarding.

He imagined her at home, piecing together the fragments of his life that she was so desperate to understand. She’ll see me with Akriti, and I can’t wait to watch the jealousy unfold, he mused. This is just the beginning of her lesson.

With a dark smile playing on his lips, he turned back to his work, fully aware that his little wife was slowly slipping deeper into the whirlwind of emotions he had crafted for her, completely unaware of how tightly he was weaving the web around her heart.