Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

* i missed you *

***AUTHOR'S POV***

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Aayara sat on the bed, her heart racing as Arjun gently guided her to sit down. He didn’t say a word, but the way he moved was careful, deliberate, as if handling something precious. His hands were steady as he began to unfasten the strings of her blouse, his fingers lightly grazing her skin. A shiver ran through her, not from discomfort, but from the intensity of his touch.

She could feel the heat of his breath as he applied the ointment to the nail marks on her back. The cool sensation of the cream was a stark contrast to the warmth of his fingers, and she couldn’t help but tense slightly when he blew air on the affected area, trying to ease the sting.

His face was as stoic as ever, void of any emotion, but his eyes—those amber eyes—were different. They were soft, filled with an unexpected warmth, a tenderness that contradicted the hard exterior he so often wore. It was a vulnerability he rarely showed, and it made her heart ache in ways she couldn’t describe.

As his fingers continued to move carefully, treating her injuries with a gentleness she had never expected from him, she found herself quietly watching him. There was something about the way he took care of her, something that softened the harshness of his demeanor. In that moment, she understood: despite all his anger, all his past, Arjun was still capable of such tenderness.

She smiled faintly, her gaze meeting his. "You don’t have to do this," she whispered, her voice soft.

His eyes flickered up to meet hers for a brief moment, and then he shook his head, his lips pressing together in a tight line. "I do," he replied quietly, his voice almost imperceptible. "I can’t take back what happened, but I can make sure you’re okay."

Aayara’s chest tightened at his words. There was so much unspoken between them, so many layers to their complicated relationship. But in that simple act of care, she saw a side of him she had never expected. A side that wanted to heal, wanted to make things right.

Arjun finished applying the ointment and gently tied the strings of her blouse again, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. He didn’t meet her gaze again, but the warmth in his eyes lingered, a silent promise that, despite everything, he cared. And for Aayara, that was enough.

As Arjun finished applying the ointment, he gently placed a kiss on her back, his lips lingering for just a moment. Aayara froze, feeling the warmth of his touch spread through her skin. His actions spoke louder than words, but he didn’t offer any explanation. The tenderness was brief, fleeting, but it was enough to make her heart flutter.

He stood up abruptly, breaking the moment, and walked over to the chair. Sitting down, he began to eat his food, his face once again emotionless, like a wall had been built between them. The warmth he had shown was now replaced with the cold, stoic demeanor she had grown accustomed to seeing from him.

Aayara couldn’t help but feel a little lost in that silence. It was as if he had retreated back into himself, shutting off any vulnerability that had briefly surfaced. She stood still for a moment, unsure of what to say or do, watching him with quiet contemplation.

Arjun didn't acknowledge her presence as he ate, his movements mechanical. It was clear that he had closed himself off again, despite the small shift in his earlier actions. For Aayara, it felt like she was standing at the edge of something—maybe an understanding, maybe a deeper connection—but Arjun was still holding himself back, locked in his own world.

Her heart ached at the distance he was putting between them, but she didn't say anything. There were no words that could bridge the gap, not yet. Instead, she quietly left the room, giving him the space he seemed to need, wondering if and when he would let her in again.

Arjun stood up from the couch, his eyes fixed on Ayara as she walked towards him. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. He could see the tension in her movements, the way her fingers twitched slightly before she reached out to fix his tie. She was always so precise, so controlled, and yet there was an underlying urgency in her touch that betrayed her calm facade.

"I missed you," he whispered, leaning closer to her. The words were soft, almost a breath, but they carried weight. They had history, layers of memories and emotions that neither of them could easily dismiss. His smirk was playful, teasing, but there was an edge to it, a challenge.

Ayara shivered at his proximity, her heart skipping a beat. The air between them crackled with electricity, charged by the unspoken words, the unsaid promises. She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper when she finally spoke. "We slept together."

Arjun's smirk widened, his eyes never leaving hers. "So what? I missed you then too."