Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

* nazar lagaogi? *

***author's pov***

Aayara drifted off to sleep in Arjun’s arms that night, her mind at ease, thinking all their misunderstandings were finally resolved. She felt his steady breathing against her, his arms wrapped protectively around her, and the warmth lulled her into a peaceful slumber. She thought that, despite everything, maybe they had finally reached a place of understanding.

But what she didn't know was that every move Arjun made, every gentle touch, and every reassuring word had been carefully orchestrated. The possessiveness, the rage, the sudden tenderness—it was all part of his calculated manipulation, a game he was playing with her emotions. To him, her innocence and trust were just vulnerabilities to exploit, pieces on a board he controlled completely.

As Aayara dreamed of a future where they could be happy together, Arjun's mind was already planning his next steps, his next moves in a game she didn’t even know she was part of. To him, it was a matter of control, of bending her will to his. He would let her believe in their love, let her feel secure, only to pull the ground out from beneath her again, deepening her dependency on him.

And so, as she slept with a serene smile on her face, he watched her, a dark satisfaction flickering in his gaze. She was falling deeper into his web, blind to his intentions, convinced of his love. Arjun knew that by the time she realized the truth, it would be far too late for her to escape him.

************MORNING

Aayara woke to the soft glow of morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. She turned to see Arjun beside her, his usual harsh expression softened in sleep, making him appear almost innocent, his features relaxed and his face touched with a faint flush. Smiling, she gently traced her fingers along his jawline, feeling the roughness of his beard and the warmth of his skin. For a moment, she let herself forget all the pain and tension that lingered between them. Leaning in, she pressed a delicate kiss to his forehead, lingering just a second before she quietly slipped out of bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

She didn’t notice that as she left, Arjun’s eyes flickered open briefly, watching her retreat with a faint smirk before he closed them again, masking any trace of his awareness.

After a while , Aayara stepped out of the bathroom, a soft red net saree draped around her, hugging her figure elegantly. Her shoulders were bare, accentuated by the delicate off-shoulder blouse. As she towel-dried her wet hair, she froze slightly upon noticing Arjun sitting on the bed, shirtless, engrossed in a conversation on his phone with a business partner.

His gaze shifted to her as she moved across the room. For a moment, his eyes lingered, taking in her appearance, but he said nothing, maintaining his stoic expression. With a slight nod, he motioned her to come closer, his hand extending towards her with the phone. Confused yet compliant, Aayara approached, her heart racing. Arjun took her hand, guiding it so she held the phone near his ear, allowing him to keep talking hands-free.

  Aayara’s heart raced as she held the phone to Arjun’s ear, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingers. The intimacy of the moment caught her off guard, especially as he continued his business conversation, unfazed by her presence. His hands moved gently, skillfully drying her damp hair with the towel. She could feel his fingers brushing against her scalp, sending a wave of tingling warmth down her spine.

Arjun’s focus remained on the call, but his gaze would occasionally flicker up, catching her eyes. His dark, intense stare sent mixed signals, leaving her questioning what he was feeling. Was this moment a simple act of affection, or did it hold a deeper meaning?

As he continued talking, his fingers worked through her hair with surprising tenderness. Each touch seemed deliberate, as if he were silently communicating something he couldn’t express aloud. Aayara could barely focus, her cheeks flushing under his attention.

When the call finally ended, he leaned back slightly, examining her face. His gaze was unreadable, yet there was an unmistakable hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He moved closer, his breath warm against her skin as he spoke.

“You’re quite good at holding things together, aren’t you?” he murmured, his tone laced with something between admiration and control.

She blinked, unsure how to respond, feeling caught in the web of purposeful confusion he was spinning around her. The boundary between affection and possession felt paper-thin, leaving her wondering just where she truly stood in his life.

Arjun’s fingers traced down her hair to her shoulder, lingering for a moment before he finally withdrew his hand. He turned away without another word, leaving her standing there, lost in the conflicting emotions he stirred.

He walked towards the bathroom, as AAYARA stared at his perfect back and body , Arjun paused at the doorway of the bathroom, his back still turned, but a hint of amusement laced his voice as he spoke, “Nazar lagaogi?”

Aayara's eyes widened, caught off guard by his words. Her cheeks flushed as she quickly turned away, her heart racing from being called out. She hadn’t even realized she was staring, but his casual remark made her feel both embarrassed and oddly thrilled. Her gaze dropped to the floor, hoping to compose herself as she tried to steady her breathing.

The bathroom door clicked shut, and Aayara took a shaky breath, a mix of emotions flooding her mind. His comment was lighthearted, yet she couldn’t tell if he was genuinely amused or if he was testing her again, adding to the confusion he seemed so adept at creating.