Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*PATHETIC WOMAN*

***author's pov***

Aayara’s heart raced as she felt the warmth of Zehan’s breath against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. But the moment was shattered by the piercing sound of a gunshot echoing through the corridor. Panic surged through her veins as she turned to see Arjun standing there, his expression cold and deadly, a gun aimed squarely at Zehan.

“Get away from her,” Arjun’s voice was low and lethal, filled with an intensity that made Aayara’s heart skip a beat.

Zehan held his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk still playing on his lips despite the gun barrel pointed at him. “Whoa, easy there, Arjun. We were just catching up,” he said, his tone feigning nonchalance, but Aayara could see the glint of fear in his eyes.

Aayara’s breath caught in her throat. “Arjun, wait! It’s not what you think!” she cried, stepping forward, her heart pounding. She could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her, the air thick with tension.

Zehan chuckled darkly, trying to mask his unease. “You think you can just waltz in here and threaten me? You’re a joke, Arjun. You don’t scare me.”

“Maybe you should be scared,” Arjun shot back, his jaw clenched, the muscles in his arms taut as he steadied the gun. “You think I won’t pull this trigger? You don’t know me at all.”

Aayara’s heart raced as she realized the gravity of the situation. “Please, don’t do this! We can talk about this! Just put the gun down!” she pleaded, desperately trying to diffuse the escalating tension.

Aayara gasped, her heart racing as the gunshot rang through the air, followed by the sickening thud of Zehan hitting the floor. The crowd erupted into chaos, guests screaming and scrambling for safety, their laughter and chatter replaced by panic.

“Arjun!” she shouted, her voice laced with fear and desperation. But he didn’t turn back; his focus was singular as he stormed out of the party, his rage palpable.

Aayara’s heart sank as she watched him walk away, the distance between them feeling insurmountable. She rushed to Zehan’s side, who was groaning and trying to get back to his feet, clutching his mouth.

“Zehan! Are you okay?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Just a little knocked out, that’s all,” he muttered, wincing as he pressed his hand against his bruised face. “But damn, your husband is really something else.”

Aayara felt a surge of anger mixed with concern. “This isn’t funny! He could have seriously hurt you!”

Zehan chuckled weakly, but the amusement faded as he noticed the panic in her eyes. “I didn’t think he’d actually pull the trigger. That guy has a lot of issues, doesn’t he?”

Ignoring him, Aayara quickly glanced around the room, her mind racing. She needed to go after Arjun before he did something reckless. “I have to find him,” she said, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Wait, Aayara!” Zehan called after her, but she was already moving through the throng of people, pushing her way past shocked guests and worried whispers.

Once outside, the cool night air hit her like a slap, and she spotted Arjun standing alone in the parking lot, his fists clenched at his sides. He was trying to regain his composure, but she could see the fury radiating off him.

“Arjun!” she called, her voice breaking as she approached him. “Please, let’s talk about this ! "

" Talk about how's that fuker touched you! " He roared in anger .

Aayara gasped, the sudden violence of his grip on her throat stealing her breath away. Arjun's eyes blazed with a mixture of rage and possessiveness, and she felt her heart race with a mix of fear and confusion.

“Where did he touch you, huh?” he demanded, his voice low and menacing, as he roughly pulled her hair back, forcing her to tilt her head. “Show me!”

The raw intensity in his gaze sent chills down her spine. “Arjun, please! You’re hurting me!” she pleaded, panic rising as he pushed her away, her back colliding with the car.

“You pathetic woman!” he spat, his voice laced with disgust. “So hungry for attention that you run to your ex-boyfriend? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

She stumbled back as he got into his car, slamming the door shut, his anger palpable in the air. “Arjun, wait!” she called, her voice breaking as she rushed toward him, desperation clawing at her throat.

But he turned the engine on, the roar drowning out her words. “You don’t get to run back to him and then act innocent! You think this is a game?”

The hurt in his voice cut through her like a knife, and she could feel tears streaming down her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to, I swear! He cornered me, and I was scared!”

“Scared? Or excited?” he snapped, his expression fierce as he glared at her. “You think I don’t know how men like him operate?”

Aayara shook her head, the fear turning into frustration. “I was trying to get away from him! You have to believe me! I’m not like that!”

“Then why were you even talking to him?” he growled, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. “Why were you smiling at him? Did you forget who you belong to?”

“I didn’t forget! I’m right here, Arjun!” she yelled, her voice filled with anguish. “I’m your wife! I love you, not him!”

He scoffed, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe her words. “Love? You think love means running back to the guy who hurt you? You have no idea how this feels for me!”

“Neither do you!” she shot back, her heart pounding. “You’re acting like a jealous lunatic instead of trusting me! Do you really think I want to be with him?”

Arjun paused, his expression wavering for just a moment before he hardened again. “Trust? You lost that when you decided to entertain him in the first place.”

“Arjun, please!” she begged, stepping closer to the car as he rolled down the window. “I need you to listen! I’m trying to make this work, but you’re pushing me away with this jealousy!”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you put yourself in that position!” he shot back, his voice rising. “You’re just making it worse for yourself!”

Before she could respond, he slammed the car into gear, tires screeching as he sped away from the scene, leaving her standing there in the darkness, trembling.

Aayara felt the weight of despair wash over her as she watched his car disappear into the night. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stave off the chill, her heart aching from the confrontation.

Why couldn’t he see how much she cared? How hard she was trying to navigate this tumultuous relationship?

As she turned to walk back inside the gala, she could feel the eyes of the guests on her, whispers circulating through the crowd as they caught sight of the aftermath of the chaos.

“Is everything okay?” one of the guests asked, concern lacing her voice.

Aayara forced a smile, her heart heavy. “Yeah, just a little misunderstanding,” she replied, though she knew it was much more than that.

She felt like a puppet on strings, her emotions tangled in a web of jealousy, anger, and misunderstanding. As she made her way back into the party, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her chest.

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. She had to find a way to reach Arjun, to make him understand that she was not the woman he thought she was.

And as the night wore on, she knew that if they were going to make it through this, it would take more than just love; it would take trust, communication, and a willingness to fight for each other, no matter the cost.