Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

***a good manipulation ***

***AUTHOR'S POV***

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As Aayara stood in the kitchen, her hands nervously playing with the jars of pickles, Meera's sharp gaze didn't miss a single detail. She noticed how Aayara's movements were more hesitant, her expressions more distracted.

Clearing her throat, Meera spoke with a pointed tone. "So, are you planning to eat all the pickles by yourself, or should I save some for others too?" she taunted.

Aayara froze, her cheeks flushing. "M-Ma ji... I... I don't know why, but I've been craving sour things lately," she stammered, her voice soft.

Meera raised an eyebrow, her mind already spinning. "Craving sour things, hmm?" she asked, her voice laced with fake curiosity. "What else? Any other symptoms, dear?"

Aayara hesitated, biting her lip nervously. "I... I've been feeling nauseous too," she admitted shyly. "And I've vomited a few times... these past weeks."

For a moment, Meera's eyes widened in realization, but then a smirk crept onto her face, cold and calculating. She leaned closer to Aayara and whispered with mock excitement, "Oh, so you're pregnant!"

The words hit Aayara like a lightning bolt. "P-Pregnant?" she whispered, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. "I... I didn't think... I mean, I didn't know..."

But before Aayara could process the overwhelming revelation, Meera's tone changed, turning manipulative. "Did Arjun know?" she asked with a fake concern that barely masked her malicious intent.

Aayara shook her head, her confusion evident. "No... I haven't told him yet," she murmured.

Meera tilted her head, her smirk deepening. "Oh, poor girl," she said, her voice dripping with insincerity. "Do you even know how much Arjun hates children? He can't stand them! He's always said they're nothing but trouble."

Aayara's heart sank, her hands trembling. "H-He does?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "But... but then... how do I tell him?"

Meera saw the perfect opportunity to twist the knife. She leaned in closer, her expression feigning sympathy. "You don't," she said coldly. "Because if you do, he might just leave you. And then what will you do, hmm? Do you think he'll tolerate this... mistake?"

Aayara's face drained of color, her breath hitching as Meera's words echoed in her mind. The fear of losing Arjun gripped her, leaving her vulnerable and unsure of what to do next. Meera, satisfied with the seeds of doubt she had planted, turned back to her cooking, a triumphant glint in her eyes.

Aayara sat at the dining table, her mind swirling with Meera's words as she nibbled on her food absentmindedly. Each bite tasted bland, the weight of doubt clouding her senses. Meera's manipulative tone replayed in her mind: "Do you think he'll tolerate this... mistake?"

Her fingers gripped the edge of her plate, her heart heavy. Arjun's behavior toward her had softened lately, but he had never uttered the words "I love you." Not once. Why? Was she still just the same girl he had bought, trapped in a gilded cage?

She sighed, staring blankly at her food. Her thoughts spiraled further. If I tell him, will he care? Or will he just see me as an inconvenience? Her trembling hand moved to her stomach, a wave of uncertainty washing over her.

Does this child even matter to him? she thought bitterly.

Her chest tightened with a deep ache. She thought about how Arjun had gently tended to her wounds just that morning. His actions were caring, almost tender, but actions without words left room for doubt. He had been kind, but what did it mean?

She pushed her plate away, unable to eat anymore. I need answers, she thought, her resolve hardening. If he doesn't care, I need to prepare myself for what comes next... even if it means facing this alone.

For the rest of the day, Aayara couldn't focus on anything. The shadow of her unspoken fears loomed large, and the question burned in her mind: What do I mean to Arjun?

Meera's smirk widened as she leaned closer, her voice dripping with faux concern. "Oh, dear," she said, feigning surprise. "He didn't give you those earrings? That's quite unusual. He always said his wife would be the one to wear them... a sign of his true acceptance."

Aayara froze, her face paling. "N-never," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "He never even mentioned them. And..." Her voice faltered as she recalled the morning. "He... he got angry when I wore his mother's saree. He even tore it."

Meera's eyes gleamed with cruel delight. "Oh, Aayara," she said softly, but the mockery in her tone was unmistakable. "That saree was sacred to him. It's no wonder he couldn't bear to see you in it." She paused dramatically, letting her words sink in. "You see, Arjun is a man of deep attachments, but only to things... and people... he truly values."

Aayara's heart sank. The weight of Meera's words pressed down on her, igniting a storm of doubts. Does he not value me? Am I nothing to him?

Meera leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And now, with the baby... Do you think he'll see it as a blessing? Or a burden?"

The words struck like a blow, leaving Aayara stunned. She clenched her hands tightly, her mind racing. She wanted to dismiss Meera's words as venomous lies, but the seed of doubt had already been planted.

Meera straightened up, her smirk firmly in place. "Well," she said, turning away with a casual wave of her hand, "you'll find out soon enough, won't you? After all, Arjun is... unpredictable."

As Meera walked away, Aayara sat in silence, her mind replaying every moment with Arjun. Her heart ached with uncertainty. Am I truly his wife, or just another pawn in his life?

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