Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*WHOSE WHORE YOU ARE*

***author's pov***

***MATURE content ahead***

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As Aayara arrived home, the weight of the evening pressed down on her, and her heart raced with a mixture of anxiety and dread. She stepped out of the car, her legs shaky as she approached the front door of the mansion. The once-familiar surroundings now felt foreign and intimidating.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open, the creak echoing through the silence of the house. She hesitated at the threshold, her mind swirling with thoughts of Arjun—his angry words, the coldness in his eyes. She had to confront him, to make him understand, but the fear of his reaction made her stomach churn.

As she entered the dimly lit foyer, she could hear the faint sound of his footsteps upstairs. She closed her eyes for a moment, steeling herself. It was time to face the music.

Slowly, she ascended the staircase, each step heavy with trepidation. The hallway felt longer than usual, the distance to their bedroom stretching out like a chasm. Finally, she reached the door, her hand trembling as she raised it to knock. But she hesitated, doubt creeping in.

What if he didn’t want to talk? What if he was still furious?

Swallowing hard, she knocked softly. “Arjun?” she called, her voice barely above a whisper. There was no response. Just the haunting silence that made her heart race faster.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open, stepping into the room. The curtains were drawn, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Arjun was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her, shoulders tense.

“Arjun?” she said again, her voice trembling slightly.

Aayara felt the heat radiating off Arjun's body, the tension between them crackling like static in the air. Ignoring his warning, she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist in a desperate attempt to break through the wall he had built.

"Arjun, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I need you to listen to me. I can't stand this distance. We can't keep fighting like this."

He stiffened under her touch, his jaw clenched tightly. “Don’t you dare come closer!” he growled, but Aayara was determined, her heart racing as she pressed her body against his.

In a flash of anger and jealousy, he turned to her, his hand wrapping tightly around her throat, his grip firm but not painful. She froze, wide eyes searching his face for any sign of the warmth they once shared.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous, a mixture of rage and possessiveness swirling in his light brown eyes. “You think you can just waltz in here and pretend like everything is fine?”

Her breath hitched as she felt the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his emotions crashing over her like a tidal wave. “I’m not pretending,” she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m trying to make you understand how much I love you.”

Aayara felt her breath hitch as Arjun’s fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of her saree. The sudden movement sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her, a mix of fear and desire that ignited every nerve ending in her body. She gasped softly, a shiver running down her spine, but instead of pushing him away, she found herself frozen in place, caught between wanting to flee and yearning to stay.

His eyes darkened as he studied her, a flicker of something primal flashing across his face. “You wanted me to trust you, right?” he said, his voice low and intense. “Then you need to understand what it means to be with me. To truly be mine.”

“Arjun…” she began, but the words caught in her throat as he tugged the pallu of her saree with a sudden, fierce pull, letting it fall to the ground in a cascade of fabric. She stood before him in her blouse, heart racing, vulnerability crashing over her like a wave.

“Today, you will see the worst of me,” he said, his voice a rough whisper, full of promise and menace. There was a wildness in his gaze that both frightened and thrilled her.

“Please, don’t—” she started, but the words fell away as he stepped closer, invading her personal space with a heat that was intoxicating.

He snarled as she  pushed against him, his muscular body barely budging. His eyes flashed with as  he gripped her  wrists tightly, pinning them above her r head.

"You little bitch," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can fight me off? I'll show you what happens when you resist."

He pressed his body harder against hers, his erection grinding into her  hip. His free hand gripped her  chin roughly, forcing her  to look at him.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name," he hissed, his hot breath ghosting over her  face. "And you're going to take it all, like the worthless slut you are."

Aayara gulped down , trying to free her hands from him grip but he tightened his hold and pulled her saree out fully. And pulled the thread of her paticoat making her widen her eyes .

He grabbed her blouse and tore it off herself , the fabric fell on the ground making her shiver .

" Please Arjun don't! " She cried and he chukleed darkly.

" You are responsible for everything, slut.  " He whispered.

He  growled lowly into her ear, tugging at her  waistband , and with the way his large frame pressed against her back, she could feel how tense he was, both physically and mentally. His chest rose and fell rapidly against her back as his breath rushed from his nose and over her  shoulder, his face undoubtedly flushed with frustration.

"Not good enough." He spat out, gripping her hips tighter. It wasn't painful, but the sheer force of his grasp invoked a fear in her that she' d never experienced before.

She shuddered against the wall, trying desperately to steady her breathing and focus on something, anything else other than the feeling of being pinned down by this imposing figure.

"You...you can't do this!" She choked out, her voice trembling and cracking. Arjun only snorted derisively, his grip on her  hips tightening once more. "I...I'm sorry, okay? It wasn't my fault!"

He  snorted derisively at her plea, giving a harsh laugh that rattled her chest. The hand on her hip clenched tightly, fingers digging in enough to leave bruises. He leaned in even closer.

"Do you think I'm stupid? You were enjoying when that asshole was touching you! You fucking forgot you are fuking married but don't worry , I am here to remind whose whore you are " .  He growled out, his voice low and threatening. "Now I'm going to take my frustrations out on you."
His hand released her hip, only to grab her chin harshly, forcing her  to look up at him. The anger in his  light brown eyes was palpable, . "You're going to take responsibility for this."

Without warning, his other hand shoved her underwear down to her knees, exposing her  bare ass. He gripped it roughly, kneading the flesh in a way that bordered on painful.

AAYARA cried out strugglling in his grip .

" Please! Don't ! "