Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*FLASHBACKS*

***author's pov***

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

Meera  ran into her room, her heart racing, and closed the door quietly behind her. The sight of Mahesh sleeping peacefully on the bed only intensified her anger and frustration. She needed a moment alone, a moment to process what had just happened.

Meera rushed into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind her. She faced the mirror, her reflection a shocking reminder of the brutal encounter. Blood trickled down her forehead, mixing with her tears, making her look disheveled and ugly in her own eyes. “How dare he!” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with rage. “He doesn’t even love Aayara! How can he be so possessive about her?”

The more she thought about it, the more it infuriated her. Arjun's ruthless behavior was all-consuming, and it felt unjust. She knew he had once been protective of only one woman before Aayara—his mother, Rajshri. The memories of the past flooded her mind, drawing stark contrasts between Arjun’s devotion to his mother and the fierce, possessive love he showed for Aayara.

Flashbacks filled her mind: Arjun as a young boy, always by Rajshri’s side, his eyes filled with admiration and loyalty. He would do anything for her, defending her fiercely against anyone who dared to disrespect her. Rajshri had always been the center of his universe, and Meera could see now that no one would ever replace that.

But now, he had turned that same fierce protection towards Aayara, and it left Meera feeling marginalized and enraged. “Why her?!” she shouted at her reflection, her fists clenched in frustration. “What does she have that I don’t?”

Meera’s jealousy morphed into a deeper resentment, a feeling of being overshadowed by the younger woman who had captured Arjun's heart. She couldn't shake off the bitterness that curled around her thoughts, threatening to consume her. How could he put Aayara on such a pedestal when she had been there for him all along?

The anger boiled within her as she thought of how Aayara lived in a world of delusion, believing that Arjun loved her genuinely. In contrast, Meera knew the truth—Arjun was a man of darkness, a man who thrived on control and power. He was possessive, not because he loved Aayara, but because he felt a need to dominate and possess her.

As she stared into the mirror, her resolve hardened. She wouldn’t let Aayara win. She would make sure that Arjun remembered who he was before he became entranced by this naive girl. A wicked smile crept onto her lips as an idea formed in her mind.

“Just wait,” she whispered to her reflection, wiping the blood from her forehead. “You think you can take him from my hold? I’ll show you just how ruthless I can be.” The shadows of her past merged with her current ambitions, and Meera knew she was ready to play a game far more dangerous than she ever had before.

Meera’s thoughts spiraled back to the past, to the day everything changed forever. Rajshri's death was a painful memory, one that left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was a tragic car accident, or at least, that’s how everyone had framed it. “An accident,” they said, but Meera knew the truth. The wicked smile that crept across her face revealed a darker side, a side that relished in the chaos that had ensued after her sister’s untimely demise.

No one suspected a thing; everyone believed it was just a tragic twist of fate. But Meera had orchestrated it all, a meticulously planned scheme to snatch everything Rajshri had ever held dear. The jealousy that had festered within her grew into a monster, consuming her from the inside out. She remembered the resentment that boiled over when Mahesh had chosen Rajshri over her, leaving Meera feeling like a discarded option, overlooked and rejected.

Rajshri and Meera, daughters of Akhil Pratap Singh, had always lived in the shadow of each other. Rajshri, the golden girl, perfect in every way, was loved by everyone. And then there was Meera, always playing second fiddle, always wanting but never getting the attention she craved. When Mahesh's family came to see her for marriage, it was supposed to be her chance to shine, to be chosen, but instead, she was cast aside. Mahesh’s rejection cut deeper than any knife could.

“How dare he?” Meera muttered under her breath, the fury boiling within her. “How dare they all think she was better than me?” The seed of vengeance took root in her heart, and as she plotted her sister’s downfall, she felt a thrill of power that she had never experienced before.

Rajshri had everything—love, admiration, a bright future—and Meera had nothing. In the end, it was her sister’s life that she had to take to claim the power that was rightfully hers. And now, with Aayara in the picture, the same feelings surged back. Aayara was a mirror of everything she despised—innocent, naive, and beloved by Arjun.

“Just like you, Rajshri,” Meera sneered at her reflection, recalling the day she had watched the accident unfold from a distance. “Everyone thought it was just fate, but I made it happen. I took your life so I could take your place. And now, I will do the same with Aayara.”

The memory of Rajshri’s demise filled her with a cold determination. She had gotten away with it once; she could do it again. The jealousy that had fueled her actions back then now transformed into a fiery ambition. She would not let Arjun's protectiveness for Aayara blind him to her own worth. No, she would make sure that Aayara suffered the same fate as Rajshri, a fate that would shatter Arjun’s world and restore the balance that had been tipped for far too long.

With a fierce resolve, Meera wiped her tears, her heart filled with darkness. She was ready to reclaim her power and rid herself of the girl who dared to take her sister’s place.

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