Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

**dear sweetheart**

***AUTHOR'S POV***

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                  Hello there , sweetheart

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Arjun strode into his opulent room, his sinister smile shifting into an unsettling warmth as he shut the door behind him. He loosened his tie, letting out a deep, calculated sigh, and picked up his phone.

Swiping through his gallery, he found an old photo of Aayara—the one from the early days of their marriage, when her innocence and beauty had intrigued him the most. He stared at it for a moment, a flicker of emotion passing through his otherwise cold gaze.

Tapping his screen, he dialed his trusted private investigator.

"Aayara Sharma," he said, his tone commanding yet calm. "Shimla. Find her and send me her address within ten minutes."

He paused, attaching the photo to the message he was drafting.

"I'm sending her photo now," he added, his voice quieter, as though savoring the moment.

Hitting send, he leaned back against the headboard, his fingers drumming on the edge of the phone. A triumphant smirk returned to his lips.

"Running away from me was your first mistake, Aayara," he murmured to himself, his tone dripping with possession. "Let’s see how far you’ve gotten."

His eyes darkened with determination, the warmth in his smile fading back into cold resolve. You’ll see, Aayara. No one escapes me.

Exactly ten minutes later, Arjun's phone buzzed. Picking it up, he answered with a curt "Yes?"

"Sir," came the voice of his investigator. "We've found her. She's living in a small apartment in Shimla. Here’s the address."

The investigator read out the details, and Arjun’s smirk deepened as he noted them down.

"Good work," he said coldly. "Your payment will be wired shortly. I’ll handle the rest."

He hung up without waiting for a response, his fingers tightening around the phone. Standing up, he adjusted his suit, his mind already plotting his next move.

"Aayara," he whispered, his voice low but filled with an unnerving mix of emotions. "You thought you could hide. But you forgot—you belong to me."

Without wasting another moment, he called for his driver, instructing him to prepare the car. The hunt had officially begun.

Daksh's phone rang, and his hands trembled as he saw Aayara's name flashing on the screen. He quickly answered, his voice urgent.

"Aayara, listen to me, you need to run, NOW!" Daksh's voice was filled with panic. "Arjun knows where you are, and he's coming for you."

Aayara's heart skipped a beat as she heard Daksh's frantic tone. "What do you mean? How does he know? What should I do?"

"You don't have much time," Daksh continued, his voice shaking. "You need to leave the apartment right now and don't stop running until you're far away. I'll try to hold him off, but you have to be quick. I’ll take care of everything on my end, but you have to trust me. Just go. Now!"

Aayara stood frozen for a moment, her mind racing. The thought of running, of leaving everything behind, terrified her. But she knew Daksh wouldn’t lie. He was trying to protect her.

“Okay... Okay, I’ll go. Thank you, Daksh.” Her voice cracked as she hung up.

She quickly grabbed Abhimanyu, her heart pounding with fear. She had no choice but to flee once again, her eyes darting nervously toward the window, expecting to see Arjun’s men any second.

Taking one last look at the apartment that had become her sanctuary, Aayara rushed out, her hands shaking as she made her way into the cold night, praying it wouldn't be too late.

The bus rattled slowly through the heavy snowfall, the streets of Shimla blanketed in white. Aayara sat near the window, her fingers tightly gripping her son Abhimanyu, who was sound asleep in her lap, wrapped in woolen blankets to protect him from the chill. Her breath fogged up the window as she gazed outside, praying that they wouldn't be stuck in traffic for much longer.

The bus moved at a snail's pace, caught in the congestion caused by the snowstorm. Aayara felt her heart race, the clock ticking away, each minute feeling like an eternity. Her thoughts kept returning to Daksh’s warning and the fact that Arjun knew her location. The familiar ache in her chest resurfaced, the memories of Arjun’s anger and possessiveness haunting her.

She clutched her bag tighter, her eyes scanning the street as she waited for the bus to move again. Her mind kept replaying the moment Daksh had called her, warning her of Arjun’s impending arrival. What would happen when Arjun found her? Would he hurt her? Would he take her back?

“Please, just let me be free,” she whispered softly to herself, praying that this time she could protect herself and her son from the wrath of a man she once loved, but who had left her broken and scared.

The snowflakes continued to fall heavily outside, obscuring her vision. She had no idea how much longer they would be stuck. But she couldn’t stay still. She had to move. She had to get out before it was too late.

The sound of honking horns and frustrated drivers filled the air, making her flinch as the bus inched forward. She couldn’t wait much longer. She looked down at Abhimanyu, her heart softening at the sight of his innocent face. "I will protect you, no matter what," she whispered, a tear escaping down her cheek.