Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*WE WERE SO HAPPY TOGETHER,*

***author's pov***

Aayara stood in the midst of the lavish party, her heart pounding with jealousy as she watched Arjun laughing with Akriti. The room felt stifling, the laughter and chatter surrounding her blurring into a distant hum. She needed a moment to breathe, to collect herself.

With determination, she turned on her heel and made her way towards the restroom, her heels clicking against the polished floor. As she walked, she could feel the weight of gazes on her, the whispers from guests mingling with the music, but she focused on putting one foot in front of the other.

As she approached the restroom door, a hand suddenly gripped her wrist. Aayara gasped, her heart leaping into her throat as she turned to see Zehan standing close, a smirk on his face that made her stomach twist.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, struggling to maintain her composure. The air felt charged with an unsettling tension.

“Just thought I’d come find you,” he replied smoothly, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You looked a bit lonely back there. I figured you might want some company.”

Aayara tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, and she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Let go of me, Zehan,” she said firmly, trying to sound assertive even as a rush of nerves coursed through her.

“Why? I’m just trying to help you enjoy yourself,” he replied, stepping closer, invading her personal space. “I saw how tense you were with Arjun. You shouldn’t have to put up with his games.”

“I’m fine,” Aayara insisted, forcing herself to meet his gaze with determination. “And you need to stop acting like you know what’s best for me. I’m married, Zehan.”

“Married? Really?” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “But is that marriage really making you happy? Because it doesn’t look like it to me.”

Her heart sank at his words, and she felt a wave of frustration wash over her. “What do you want, Zehan? I thought you left things behind when we broke up.”

He shrugged, feigning indifference. “I did. But it doesn’t mean I can’t check in on you, right? Besides, you and I had something special once. I can’t just forget that.”

Aayara rolled her eyes, trying to dismiss the memories that stirred at his words. “That was a long time ago. I’m not interested in reliving the past.”

Zehan’s expression shifted slightly, a hint of challenge in his eyes. “Is that so? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you could use a distraction. And I can be that distraction.”

Just then, the distant sounds of laughter and music from the party echoed down the hall, reminding Aayara of the reality she was trying to escape. “I don’t want to be a distraction, Zehan. I’m here with my husband.”

“Are you really?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “Because it seems to me that your husband is busy enjoying himself with someone else.”

Aayara’s heart sank at the reminder of Arjun’s flirtation with Akriti. She felt a pang of betrayal and anger, but she refused to show weakness. “That doesn’t mean I’m interested in anything with you.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You can say that, but your eyes tell a different story. You’re frustrated, Aayara. I can help you with that.”

Before she could respond, Zehan leaned in and brushed his lips against her cheek, the unexpected gesture sending a shiver down her spine. Aayara gasped, her heart racing as she stepped back, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and confusion.

“Stop it, Zehan!” she exclaimed, her voice shaky. “This isn’t funny.”

As Zehan pulled Aayara closer by the waist, a wave of nostalgia crashed over her, transporting her back to the carefree days when they were inseparable. Memories of laughter, shared secrets, and stolen moments flickered through her mind, blurring the lines of her present reality.

“Remember the times we spent at the lake?” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “Just the two of us, away from everything. It was perfect, wasn’t it?”

Aayara felt herself melting into his words, her heart racing as she recalled the sun-drenched afternoons they had spent laughing and splashing in the water. But then a nagging voice pulled her back to the present, reminding her of Arjun—her husband—whose presence loomed over her like a dark cloud.

Zehan’s hand slid further down her waist, his fingers brushing against her hip. Aayara barely registered the heat of his touch as memories flooded her mind: the way they would sneak kisses behind their parents’ backs, the late-night phone calls that stretched into the early hours of the morning, and the way he had always made her feel special and understood.

“Aayara,” Zehan continued, his voice low and inviting, “I know we had something real. Something that you can’t just forget. Why are you letting him keep you from happiness?”

The way he said her name made her heart flutter, sending a rush of conflicting emotions through her. She wanted to pull away, to remind him that she was married, that she had committed herself to Arjun. But a part of her craved the familiarity and warmth that Zehan represented, the comfort of their past.

“I’m happy,” she managed to say, but the uncertainty in her voice betrayed her. “I’m with Arjun now.”

Zehan chuckled softly, his fingers still lingering on her waist, coaxing her closer. “Are you really? Because it looks to me like you’re just a trophy to him, something to show off at parties. You deserve more than that, Aayara.”

As his words sank in, Aayara felt a pang of hurt. The truth of his statement resonated within her. She had been feeling invisible, like a mere accessory to Arjun’s life rather than an equal partner. She instinctively leaned into Zehan’s warmth, the contrast of his presence amplifying her loneliness.

“Why do you think I came to this party?” Zehan whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear. “To see you. I’ve missed you, and I can see that you’ve missed me too.”

Her breath hitched as she fought against the tide of emotions swirling within her. “Zehan, we can’t—” she began, but the protest died in her throat as his hand slipped lower, his touch igniting a spark she had long thought extinguished.

“Shh,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her temple. “Just for a moment, let go of everything. Remember how we were.”

The memories came rushing back, overwhelming her senses as her mind drifted further into their shared past. She recalled the thrill of their secret adventures and the feeling of being desired, cherished. The world around her faded as she found herself lost in the moment, forgetting the reality of her marriage and the man who had left her feeling abandoned.

Zehan’s touch was electric, his words laced with charm and seduction. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, and before she knew it, she was leaning into him, her defenses crumbling. But in the back of her mind, a flicker of doubt remained—a reminder of the life she had chosen, the promises she had made.