Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

sorry !

***AUTHOR'S POV***

Arjun's fingers hesitated before they gently traced the faint nail marks on her back, his touch uncharacteristically soft. Aayara shivered slightly, a reaction she couldn't suppress.

His lips brushed against her skin, sending a jolt through her. "I... I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling with an unfamiliar vulnerability. "I didn’t know... I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so sorry."

The words, laden with guilt and regret, barely escaped his lips. Arjun, the man who never apologized, stood there, his head bowed, consumed by an emotion he had no practice handling—remorse.

Aayara smiled faintly pulling his face in her palms " it's ok .."

Aayara’s faint smile faded as Arjun stepped back, shaking his head violently. “No, it’s not!” he yelled, his voice cracking with self-loathing. “I f***ing can’t control my emotions! I can’t control my anger! I can’t control anything—not even myself! It’s not okay!”

Before she could respond, he turned sharply, storming out of the room with heavy, angry steps. The slam of the door echoed, leaving Aayara frozen, her hands still mid-air where his face had been moments ago.

She sighed deeply, her heart aching as she realized the storm raging within him wasn’t one she could calm so easily.

Aayara walked toward the door, her steps faltering as a wave of nausea hit her. She instinctively clutched her hand over her mouth and quickly turned back, rushing to the bathroom. Reaching the sink, she leaned over, the retching sounds echoing as she emptied the contents of her stomach.

Her knees wobbled as she gripped the edges of the sink tightly, her breathing ragged. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to steady herself, but the dizziness lingered. Aayara stared at her reflection in the mirror, her face pale and drained.

“What’s happening to me?” she whispered, pressing a hand against her forehead, feeling the weight of confusion and worry settling in.

Aayara's breath caught in her throat as the thought crossed her mind. Am I pregnant? Her eyes widened in disbelief, her heart racing. "No... what? No!" She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought, but it lingered like a heavy weight on her chest.

Her hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the sink tighter, staring at her reflection in the mirror, her mind a whirl of panic and confusion. How could this happen?

She backed away from the mirror, taking slow, shaky steps, her body still trembling. Her thoughts spiraled. Could it be true? She had to know for sure. But the idea of facing what that might mean, of confronting the reality of it, terrified her.

Aayara took a deep breath, trying to shake off the wave of anxiety. As she walked down the stairs, she saw Daksh entering the house, his athletic build glistening with sweat after his jog. His carefree smile caught her attention, and for a moment, she felt a little comforted by his presence.

“Hey, Daksh!” she called out, offering him a smile, though her mind was still clouded with uncertainty.

He looked up at her, his grin widening. “Hey, Aayara! How’s it going?” he said, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

She took a few steps closer, trying to sound casual, though the question that had been haunting her was still lingering. “Good, just... busy, you know?”

Daksh raised an eyebrow, his gaze scanning her face. “You don’t look like you’re just busy... something on your mind?”

Aayara hesitated for a moment, her fingers unconsciously twisting the fabric of her sleeve. She wanted to talk to someone, and Daksh’s laid-back attitude was making it easier for her to open up, even if just a little. “Actually, I’m... a little worried about something.”

Daksh tilted his head, his expression softening. “Worried about what? You know you can talk to me.”

She nodded, glancing down at the floor before meeting his eyes again. "I think... I might be pregnant." The words felt heavy as they left her mouth, and she immediately regretted saying them out loud, feeling exposed.

Daksh’s grin faded slightly as he processed what she said, then quickly replaced it with a supportive smile. “Hey, it’s okay, Aayara. You’re not alone in this. If you need anything, I’m here.” His tone was reassuring, and she could tell he meant it.

Her heart calmed slightly, but the underlying fear still gnawed at her. "I don’t know what to do, Daksh. I need to be sure."

"Well, let's figure this out together," he said, his voice steady and comforting. "I’ll help you however I can."

Daksh took her to his room .

Daksh looked at Aayara, his eyes filled with something unspoken, as if he were about to say something that weighed heavily on him. Aayara, sensing his hesitation, gave him a curious look, silently urging him to speak.

He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping slightly as if he was gathering the courage to voice what had been troubling him for days. Finally, he took a step closer to her and sat down beside her on the bed.

"Aayara... I need to talk to you about something," he began, his voice hesitant, as though unsure how to begin. "I... I don't know what's happening to me, and I don't know how to deal with it." He paused, trying to organize his thoughts. "I like a girl, but... I hate seeing her with anyone else. It feels like... it feels like I can't breathe when she’s not around. And I... I don’t want to admit it, but I think I might love her."

Aayara's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze softening as she listened carefully. She hadn’t expected this confession from Daksh, especially not with the way he usually carried himself. He was always the carefree, fun-loving one—never one to show this kind of vulnerability.

He continued, his voice shaky, "On the trip, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every time I saw her with someone else... it... it killed me. And now... I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m trapped. If I admit it, I might ruin everything. I might hurt her, or worse, hurt everyone else around me."

Aayara sat there, silent for a moment, taking in his words. She could feel the weight of his emotions, the turmoil he was going through. Daksh had always been the youngest, the one who seemed to have it all figured out. But now, she saw him struggling, trying to make sense of his feelings.

She reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his. "Daksh, it's okay to feel this way. It’s normal. You're human. But you can't run from your feelings forever. If you care about her, you need to be honest with yourself first. And then, you need to talk to her."

Daksh looked at her, his expression still conflicted. "But what if I mess everything up? What if she doesn’t feel the same way? I don't want to lose her... but I don’t want to lose everything else either."

Aayara smiled softly at him, understanding his fear. "Love isn’t about perfection. It’s about being real, being vulnerable, and facing the fear of the unknown. If you truly care for her, you'll find the courage to tell her. But first, you need to figure out what you want, Daksh. Not what anyone else expects of you."

Daksh let out a deep breath, clearly processing her words. He ran a hand through his hair, still uncertain but feeling a little lighter.

"Thanks, Aayara," he said quietly, looking at her with a mix of gratitude and apprehension. "I don’t know what I’d do without you. But... I still don’t know if I can do this."

Aayara squeezed his hand gently, offering him the comfort he needed. "You can. And I’ll be here for you, no matter what. You’re not alone in this."

Daksh smiled faintly, the tension in his posture easing just a little. "I guess I’ll figure it out. One step at a time."

With that, they sat in silence for a moment, the weight of his confession still lingering in the air, but for the first time in a while, Daksh felt a sense of clarity. He wasn’t alone in this. And maybe, just maybe, he could start to face his feelings head-on.