Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

***ever loved me ? ****

****author's pov***

𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭
DID YOU EVER LOVED ME. ?
𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭

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Aayara picked up her phone, her trembling fingers hovering over the screen as she decided to try one last time to reach him. She hoped, perhaps foolishly, that he might listen to her, just once.

At that moment, Arjun was seated at the head of a conference table, deep in a crucial meeting with high-ranking business associates. His sharp gaze was fixed on the presentation in front of him, his posture commanding respect.

His phone vibrated on the table, and he glanced at the screen. Aayara. His jaw tightened. Without a word, he silenced the call and returned his attention to the discussion.

Moments later, the phone vibrated again. He gritted his teeth, his hand twitching as he declined the call once more, ignoring the concerned glances of the men around him.

Aayara, sitting on the edge of her bed, sighed deeply. Maybe he's busy, but I have to try, she thought, dialing his number again.

As the phone buzzed a third time, Arjun's patience snapped. His fists clenched tightly as he picked up the phone, and in a fit of anger, he hurled it across the room. The device hit the wall with a resounding crash, shattering into pieces.

The sudden noise startled everyone in the room. The businessmen exchanged uneasy glances, unsure whether to speak or remain silent under the icy storm that was Arjun's demeanor.

"Continue," he ordered coldly, his voice dangerously calm despite the fury simmering beneath it.

Back in the bedroom, Aayara stared at her phone, her heart sinking further as the line disconnected again. She felt a pang of rejection that stung deeper than before. Lowering the phone to her lap, she whispered softly to herself, "Maybe I shouldn't have called..."

Little did she know, her persistence had shaken him more than she realized, though his reaction was anything but what she had hoped for.

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Aayara sat quietly on the edge of her bed, her heart heavy with unease. She picked up her phone, staring at the screen as though willing it to give her answers. Taking a deep breath, she dialed his number, hoping against hope that he would answer this time.

The line beeped, and then the automated voice echoed in her ears: "The number you have dialed is either switched off or out of network coverage."

Her shoulders slumped as the message repeated, each word amplifying the ache in her chest. Switched off? she thought, her mind racing. Why? Is he avoiding me? Or is he really that busy?

The doubt and rejection settled like a weight on her chest. She placed the phone down beside her and leaned back, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Her thoughts spiraled, haunted by Meera's words from the day before.

Was she right? Aayara wondered. Am I just a burden to him now? What if he truly doesn't care?

Her fingers unconsciously brushed her stomach, the thought of her unborn child giving her a small flicker of courage amidst the storm of uncertainty. But even that courage faltered as she whispered to herself, "What am I supposed to do now?"

The silence in the room was deafening, but her heart carried a whirlwind of emotions she could no longer contain. Tears slid silently down her cheeks as she buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed by the weight of her love and the distance growing between them.

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Aayara stood on the balcony, leaning against the cold railing, her eyes fixated on the shimmering city lights below. The wind whispered softly against her skin, but it brought no comfort. Her thoughts were heavy, swirling with doubts, fears, and a deep ache that refused to leave her.

Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. Before she could turn, a strong hand gripped her shoulder and spun her around. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as she met Arjun's furious gaze.

His dark eyes burned with anger, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed like he was holding back a storm. "What the hell were you thinking?" he hissed, his voice low but deadly.

Aayara's lips parted, but no words came out.

"Calling me over and over during an important meeting? Ignoring me when I declined? Are you out of your mind?" he demanded, his voice rising.

"Arjun, I... I just needed to talk to you," she stammered, her voice trembling.

"Talk?" He scoffed, stepping closer, his presence suffocating. "You made me lose one of the biggest deals of my life because you couldn't wait? What could be so urgent, Aayara?"

Before she could respond, his hand moved to her throat, gripping it-not too tightly, but enough to make her gasp. He pushed her back against the railing, leaning her slightly over the edge.

"Arjun!" she cried, panic setting in. "W-What are you doing? Please, I'll fall!"

His grip didn't loosen as his glare deepened. "Do you know what I've sacrificed to get where I am? How dare you disturb me when I'm working? You are nothing but a distraction-a worthless one at that!"

Tears streamed down Aayara's face as she struggled against his hold. "Please," she begged, her voice weak and cracking. "I... I just wanted to be heard... I-"

"Enough!" he barked, pulling her back and then shoving her to the cold marble floor. She fell with a thud, gasping for air as her hands instinctively clutched her throat.

Arjun turned, his movements sharp and filled with rage. In one swift motion, he slammed the glass door shut behind him, the sound of it crashing into shards reverberating in the quiet night. Without looking back, he stormed away, leaving Aayara trembling and broken.