Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

* A MARK FOR A MARK*

***author's pov***

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Arjun's eyes darkened with a cold intensity as he ground the cigarette butt against her arm, the embers searing her skin. Meera let out a sharp hiss, instinctively stumbling back, clutching her arm as pain shot through her. Her heel slipped on the edge of the stairs, and she lost her balance, tumbling backward, each step bruising her further as she fell helplessly down the grand staircase.

Arjun watched in silence, unmoved, his expression unreadable as she lay at the bottom of the stairs, gasping in pain. He tilted his head, a slight smirk playing at his lips, his voice devoid of any warmth. "That’s just a taste, Meera. Don’t forget what happens when you cross me."

With that, he turned away, his footsteps echoing as he walked down the hall, leaving her sprawled on the cold marble floor, a reminder of the punishment she had brought upon herself.

Meera countined to groan and curse in her mind ... For a While

As the door creaked open, Daksh stumbled in, his eyes heavy from the long camping trip. He was dressed in baggy pants and a loose T-shirt, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the room. His gaze fell on Meera, who lay on the ground, groaning in pain, and a faint smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Daksh beta! Help me… Arjun pushed me!” Meera cried out, desperation lacing her voice as she winced at the throbbing pain radiating through her body.

Daksh crouched down beside her, feigning concern as he examined her. “Sorry, but I’m tired, and if Arjun bhaiya did this, there must be a good reason,” he replied, a playful tone in his voice. He leaned closer, his expression shifting from mock sympathy to amusement, clearly enjoying her predicament.

“Good night, Meera,” he said, stretching his arms dramatically, a devilish smile dancing on his pink lips as he turned away. He sauntered back toward his room, leaving her to wallow in her pain, the sound of his laughter echoing softly in the air as he disappeared down the hall.

As Meera prepared to scream for Daksh, a rush of footsteps interrupted her. Mehak, her young daughter, came running into the room, her wide eyes filled with concern.

“Mummy!! Ye kya hua?” she cried, rushing to Meera's side, panic evident in her voice as she knelt beside her mother, examining the pain etched on her face.

“Mehak, beta, it’s nothing, just a little accident,” Meera attempted to reassure her, but the quiver in her voice betrayed her. She winced again, clutching her side where the pain throbbed.

Mehak looked up at her, worry replacing the innocent excitement that had brought her running. “But you’re hurt! Who did this to you?”

Meera hesitated, torn between wanting to shield her daughter from the harsh reality and the urge to tell her the truth. “It was an accident, sweetheart. Arjun just... got upset, that’s all.”

“Arjun bhaiya?” Mehak’s eyes widened in shock. “Why would he hurt you?”

Meera forced a smile, trying to mask the fear bubbling within her. “Sometimes, people make mistakes when they’re angry. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love us.”

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and Meera’s heart raced. She didn’t want Arjun to see Mehak in this state, especially not now when tensions were high. “You should go back to your room, Mehak,” she urged gently, hoping to shield her daughter from whatever was to come.

“But, Mummy…”

“Please, just go!” Meera insisted, her voice firmer this time, hoping to protect Mehak from the brewing storm in the house.