Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*what are you doing here*

***author's pov***

As the day of the gala arrived, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Aayara stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her black saree, which elegantly hugged her curves. The off-shoulder blouse accentuated her neckline, and she felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She hoped Arjun would notice her effort and compliment her, but as she caught her reflection, doubts crept in.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Arjun stepped out of the bathroom, his sharp tuxedo perfectly tailored to his muscular frame. Aayara's breath hitched as she met his gaze, her heart racing. He paused, his eyes darkening as they traveled over her figure. She could see the spark of desire flicker in his expression, yet he remained silent, his face an unreadable mask.

“Arjun?” she called softly, trying to catch his attention.

But he merely walked past her, heading toward the grand entrance without uttering a word. Aayara's heart sank at his indifference. She had hoped for a compliment, a recognition of her effort to look beautiful for him, but instead, she was met with silence.

Feeling a mix of disappointment and determination, she quickly followed him, trying to shake off the sting of his aloofness. The gala was a prestigious event, and as they entered the lavish venue filled with twinkling lights and elegantly dressed guests, Aayara reminded herself that she had to be strong.

The atmosphere buzzed with laughter and chatter as the elite mingled, and Aayara's nerves began to settle as she absorbed the lavish surroundings. However, every time she glanced at Arjun, she noticed his demeanor—cold and detached. He spoke to several guests, exchanging pleasantries, but his attention was never on her.

As the evening unfolded, she caught sight of several familiar faces in the crowd, each one more glamorous than the last. Arjun seemed to be in his element, confidently engaging with other businessmen, but Aayara felt invisible by his side.

"Maybe he just needs time," she thought, trying to convince herself that he would eventually warm up to her presence.

With each passing moment, Aayara’s resolve to maintain her composure weakened. She felt like a shadow, desperately wanting to be seen. As the night progressed, she caught a glimpse of Arjun laughing with a group of guests, and her heart twisted with a pang of jealousy. Why couldn’t he look at her that way?

Trying to shake off the negativity, she focused on the grandeur of the event, engaging with other attendees, hoping to draw Arjun’s attention. However, despite her efforts to shine, she often found herself drifting back to him, longing for a connection he seemed unwilling to offer.

As they moved deeper into the gala, the tension between them grew. Aayara's heart raced when she finally gathered the courage to approach him, her voice soft yet steady.

“Arjun, are you enjoying the party?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light.

He turned to her, his expression still unreadable. “It’s fine,” he replied curtly before returning to his conversation with the others.

Aayara felt the weight of his indifference like a heavy cloak around her shoulders. As the music played and laughter filled the air, she couldn’t shake the feeling of isolation. She wanted nothing more than to connect with him, to bridge the emotional distance that had widened between them.

As the night continued, Aayara couldn’t help but notice how Arjun's attention occasionally flickered toward other women, their laughter ringing in her ears like mocking bells. The glamour and opulence of the gala felt suffocating, each moment amplifying her insecurities.

With a heavy heart, she decided to step away for a moment, seeking solace in a quieter corner of the venue. As she stood there, gazing at the sparkling chandeliers above, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever truly have Arjun’s heart or if she was destined to remain a mere accessory in his world.

Soon Arjun left her , and walked to the corner of  the party , taking to summer business men .

Aayara was standing alone but she froze as a breath fanned her neck from behind

Aayara's heart raced as she turned to face Zehan, his smirk sending a wave of unease through her. The last thing she wanted was to be seen with him, especially with Arjun's simmering anger still fresh in her mind.

"Well, well, look who it is," Zehan said, leaning in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "You look stunning tonight, Aayara. Still as enchanting as I remember."

She took a step back, her expression shifting to one of caution. "What are you doing here, Zehan? This isn’t a place for you."

He chuckled, unfazed by her discomfort. "I have my connections, just like everyone else here. But you seem to be all alone, aren't you? Where's your husband? Ignoring you again?"

Aayara’s stomach churned at his words. "Please, just go. I don't want any trouble."

Zehan raised an eyebrow, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Trouble? Come on, Aayara. I’m just trying to have a little chat. You don't have to be so tense. Arjun doesn’t own you."

Her pulse quickened at the mention of Arjun's name. "You don’t understand. If he sees us together, it will only make things worse."

He leaned closer again, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Maybe that's exactly what you need. A little excitement in your life. After all, it seems like your husband has moved on without you."

Aayara shook her head, trying to push him away, both physically and mentally. "I'm not interested in anything you have to offer, Zehan. Just leave me alone."

But as she turned to walk away, Zehan grabbed her wrist, his grip firm yet not entirely threatening. "Come on, don't be like that. It’s just a conversation. We used to be friends, remember? I can help you if you need it."

Feeling a mix of anger and panic, Aayara tried to pull away. "Let go of me!"