Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

***LET GO ***

***AUTHOR'S POV****

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Aayara lay on the cold marble floor, her body trembling as she clutched her throat, struggling to steady her breaths. Her mind raced, and the tears she had been holding back all day finally spilled over. The sharp sound of the shattered glass echoed in her ears, but it couldn't drown out the ache in her chest.

She pulled herself up slowly, her hands shaking as she wiped the tears from her face. She leaned against the balcony railing for support, her legs too weak to stand fully. Her gaze fell on the city lights again, but this time, they felt dim and distant, much like the hope she had clung to for their relationship.

How did it come to this? she thought, her fingers brushing against her throat, which still bore the imprint of his anger. What am I holding on to?

She hugged herself tightly, shivering not from the cold but from the emptiness that engulfed her. Her love for Arjun had always been unyielding, but tonight, it felt like she was drowning in a sea of pain, where love couldn't keep her afloat anymore.

She looked back at the shattered glass door, the broken pieces reflecting the state of her heart. For the first time, the thought crossed her mind: Was it time to let go?

Aayara gripped the railing tightly, steadying herself as her vision blurred with tears. The pain in her throat throbbed, and the sting from stepping on shards of glass made her wince, but her resolve grew stronger with each agonizing step. "N-No... I can't stay here anymore," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with determination.

She limped back into the room, grabbing a small bag. Her hands shook as she packed a few clothes and pieces of jewelry. Each item she placed into the bag felt like a piece of her life being ripped apart. Her tears fell freely, soaking the fabric of her blouse.

She picked up her phone and dialed Daksh, her fingers trembling so much that she had to try twice before the call connected.

"Ji, Bhabhi?" Daksh's voice was groggy but instantly alert as he heard her sobbing.

"Daksh..." she gasped, barely able to get the words out. "T-Take me away... please. I... I can't do this anymore."

His heart sank at the desperation in her voice. "Bhabhi! What happened? Did Arjun Bhai do something?"

Before she could respond, Daksh was already out of bed and running toward her room. He burst through the door moments later, his eyes wide with concern. Aayara collapsed into his arms, clutching his shirt tightly as she sobbed.

His gaze fell to the faint handprints on her neck, the broken glass on the floor, and the shattered balcony door. His jaw clenched as fury coursed through him, but he forced himself to stay calm for her.

"Bhabhi..." he murmured softly, caressing her hair. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy. Even if it means going against Bhai."

She pulled back slightly, her tear-streaked face looking up at him, her eyes silently pleading. Daksh nodded firmly, wiping her tears away with his thumb. "You want to leave? Okay... I'll take you somewhere safe."

Without hesitation, Daksh grabbed her bag and led her toward the mansion's back entrance. They moved quietly, avoiding the watchful eyes of the bodyguards and staff. Aayara's sobs turned into muffled whimpers as Daksh helped her into his car.

As he started the engine, the sound of the mansion fading behind them felt like a weight being lifted from her chest. The city's dead silence was broken only by the hum of the car and her soft cries.

Daksh glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his expression hard with anger but tender with protectiveness. "Don't worry, Bhabhi," he said gently. "You're not alone anymore."

Aayara clutched the bag in her lap, her tears falling silently as the city lights blurred past. For the first time in what felt like forever, she dared to hope that freedom-and peace-might finally be within reach.

As Daksh drove through the silent streets, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw Rudra's name flashing. Aayara tensed beside him, her tear-streaked face turning toward him with apprehension.

Daksh hesitated for a moment before answering, keeping his voice as casual as possible. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" Rudra's tone was calm but firm, as always. "It's late. Arjun's been trying to reach you."

Daksh tightened his grip on the steering wheel, glancing briefly at Aayara, who was nervously clutching her bag. He knew Rudra well-he would support Aayara's decision, but there was no way he'd lie to Arjun outright.

"I'm... at a party," Daksh replied smoothly, masking his tension.

Rudra paused, his silence stretching for a moment. "A party? At this hour?"

"Yeah, just hanging out with some friends. Nothing serious," Daksh lied, his heart pounding. He could feel Rudra's suspicion through the phone, but he pressed on. "I'll call you tomorrow. Don't wait up."

"Alright," Rudra finally said, though his voice carried a note of skepticism. "Just be careful. And if Arjun calls again, pick up."

"Got it," Daksh said quickly, ending the call before Rudra could probe further.

He exhaled sharply, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Aayara looked at him with a mix of gratitude and worry.

"Will he find out?" she asked softly, her voice trembling.

Daksh shook his head. "Rudra might suspect something, but he won't betray you. Not to Arjun." He gave her a reassuring glance. "For now, let's focus on getting you somewhere safe."

Aayara nodded, her trust in Daksh growing as she realized he was willing to risk everything to help her. The weight of her decision pressed heavily on her, but for the first time in weeks, she felt like she wasn't completely alone.