Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES*

***author's pov***

***MATURE content ahead***

Arjun reluctantly allowed Aayara to lead him by the hand upstairs to his bedroom. The dim light of the hallway cast long shadows on the walls, and the air was heavy with a mixture of sweat, leather, and the faint scent of cleaning products from the basement. As they reached the door, Aayara gently pushed it open with her foot, guiding Arjun inside.

The bedroom was a stark contrast to the dimly lit basement; the sunlight pouring through the large windows bathed the room in a warm, golden glow. The bed was neatly made, with soft pillows and a comforter that looked invitingly soft. Aayara carefully maneuvered Arjun until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back against the headboard. His feet were still bleeding slightly, the wounds raw and painful.

"Sit still," she commanded softly, her tone gentle but firm. "I need to clean these up."

Arjun opened his mouth to protest, but Aayara was already moving. She walked over to the dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a small first aid kit. She returned to his side, kneeling down in front of him. Her fingers were deft as she opened the kit and took out a bottle of antiseptic, cotton swabs, and bandages.

"You don't have to do this," Arjun muttered, looking away. He could feel the tension in his shoulders, the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Aayara didn't respond; instead, she began to dab at his feet with the cotton swab, dipping it into the antiseptic. The cool liquid stung where it touched his skin, and he winced, biting back a curse. She worked quickly, methodically cleaning each cut before applying a thin layer of antiseptic ointment and then wrapping them tightly with bandages.

As she worked, Arjun couldn't help but notice how focused she was, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her hair fell forward, brushing against his leg, and he could smell the subtle fragrance of her shampoo, a mix of lavender and something else he couldn't quite place. The scent was calming, a sharp contrast to the chaos he had felt downstairs.

Finally, she finished bandaging his feet and sat back on her heels, looking up at him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither spoke. The silence between them was thick, charged with unspoken words and emotions.

"Thank you," Arjun said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. He hadn't meant to sound so vulnerable, but the words slipped out before he could stop them.

Aayara smiled softly, a hint of relief in her expression. "You're welcome," she replied, her voice equally quiet. "I just wanted to help."

Arjun licked his lips, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He wasn't used to being cared for, especially not by someone like Aayara. She was kind, gentle, everything he wasn't. And yet, here she was, tending to his wounds without complaint.

"Why?" he asked, his voice rough. "Why do you care about me?"

Aayara blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure of how to answer. Finally, she shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Because I see something in you, Arjun," she said quietly. "Something worth saving."

His breath caught in his throat, the words hitting him harder than he expected. Worth saving. The idea was almost laughable, considering all the things he had done, the life he had led. And yet, hearing it from her made something flicker deep inside him, a tiny spark of hope that he thought had long been extinguished.

Before he could respond, Aayara leaned forward, her hands resting on his knees. The warmth of her touch seeped through the fabric of his pants, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze searching his face.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Arjun's heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing loudly in his ears. He should say no, push her away, tell her to leave. But the words wouldn't come, trapped in his throat by the intensity of the moment. Instead, he found himself nodding, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Aayara's lips were soft against his, tentative at first. But as she deepened the kiss, her tongue flicking against his, he felt himself melting into her. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, filled his senses, making it impossible to think of anything else. His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them.

The kiss was desperate, hungry, fueled by the emotions they had both been holding back. Arjun's fingers tangled in her hair, gripping it tightly as he angled her head to get better access to her mouth. Aayara whimpered softly into the kiss, her hands sliding up his chest and around his neck.

He could feel the heat of her body pressed against his, the softness of her curves a stark contrast to his own hard, muscular frame. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him. His cock hardened instantly, straining against the confines of his jeans.

Aayara seemed to sense his urgency, breaking the kiss and trailing her lips along his jawline until she reached his ear. "Take off your clothes," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.