Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

**REGRET! **

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Arjun snapped his fingers sharply, and within moments, his men were on the bus, forcefully pushing everyone off, making Aayara gasp in fear. She shrank back into the corner of her seat, clutching Abhimanyu tightly, her heart hammering in her chest. She watched as the passengers were shoved out one by one, their cries of confusion and panic echoing through the bus.

Soon, the bus was empty except for her. She remained frozen, staring at the door, hoping, praying that somehow, she would be able to escape. But then, she heard the door click shut. Arjun had boarded.

The air inside the bus grew thick with tension as Aayara sat there, her body trembling. She could hear his footsteps as he slowly walked toward her, every step deliberate and heavy. Her breath caught in her throat when he stopped right beside her, his dark presence looming over her.

His voice was smooth, almost mocking as he spoke, "Hi, sweetheart... Missed me?"

Aayara's breath hitched, and her eyes lifted to meet his. The fear in her gaze didn't go unnoticed, and Arjun smirked, savoring the effect he had on her. He leaned in, resting his chin on the next seat as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with a dark satisfaction.

Her chest tightened as he reached out with one hand, placing his cold palm against her warm cheek. The touch sent a chill through her spine, and she froze, not knowing how to respond. His smile faded into something darker, more dangerous.

"You have a lot of answers to give me, Aayara," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You know I hate waiting."

Her heart raced as she swallowed, trying to steady her breathing. The words she had been dreading were finally out in the open.

His gaze then shifted to Abhimanyu, and Aayara’s grip on her son tightened. Arjun’s eyes darkened as he looked at the child, his anger flaring. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving the baby.

"You hid my child from me?" His voice was sharp, full of accusation and fury.

Aayara flinched, her body trembling. She couldn’t lie to him, but she also knew that revealing the truth would only make things worse. Arjun was no longer the man she had married—he was someone far more terrifying, someone who would stop at nothing to claim control over her and their son.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the words felt like they were stuck in her throat, trapped by fear and guilt.

Arjun stood over Aayara, his command clear. "Stand up!" His voice cut through the cold air like a whip. Aayara flinched but obeyed, her body shaking as she struggled to keep her composure. He grabbed her hand firmly, pulling her up and forcing her to walk with him, the eyes of the onlookers on them, frozen in shock.

As they moved forward, Aayara stumbled, trying to avoid his gaze, her heart pounding with dread. Arjun, however, remained unyielding, his grip tightening around her wrist. The worst moment came when he reached out and took Abhimanyu from her arms, his gaze locking onto the baby as Aayara gasped in horror.

"Wh-what?! No! Give him back!" she cried out desperately, her voice cracking as the cold reality sank in. She struggled, trying to reach for her son, but one of Arjun’s men stepped forward, gently taking Abhimanyu from her and carrying him to the car that was waiting nearby.

Aayara’s heart shattered as she watched her son being taken away, a helpless sob escaping her lips. She turned to Arjun, her body trembling, "Please! Please, don't take him! He’s just a baby!"

But Arjun remained unmoved, his face as cold and unforgiving as ever. He clenched his jaw, not even sparing her a glance, as his grip on her wrist tightened. "You will regret leaving me, Aayara. You will regret everything," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against her skin.

She gasped, trying to pull away, but it was useless. With one swift movement, Arjun threw her over his shoulder like she was a mere doll. Aayara cried out, her fists pounding against his back in a futile attempt to escape, but Arjun remained unaffected, walking with a purposeful stride toward the car. His men followed behind, heads lowered, obedient to his every move.

Tears streamed down Aayara’s face as she continued to struggle, her cries growing weaker, "Please… no… not him…"

Arjun slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car. He pulled the curtain across, isolating them from the driver, his eyes dark as he turned toward Aayara. His glare was cold, a storm brewing behind those icy eyes.

Aayara's heart raced as she looked at him, her body trembling. "Please, please... don’t hurt him," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper, her eyes searching his face for any sign of softness, of humanity.

Arjun’s jaw clenched as he glared at her, his hand gripping the seat beside him. He pulled her closer, his face mere inches from hers, his breath heavy with the weight of his emotions. "Do you think I’m that heartless?" His voice was low, strained with fury and something else she couldn’t quite place. "That I would hurt my own son? Am I really that cruel in your eyes, Aayara?"

The words hit her like a slap. He had never spoken like this before—there was anger, yes, but also a betrayal in his tone, something that tugged at her chest. She tried to respond, to explain, but the words stuck in her throat. The memories of their past, their love, the pain of the years they had lost, swirled in her mind, clouding her thoughts.

Aayara watched him, seeing the depth of emotion in his eyes. His anger was palpable, but there was something else—hurt, a bitter kind of sorrow. She had never seen him like this before. Arjun was always the powerful, ruthless man who never showed vulnerability. Now, for the first time, the mask seemed to crack, revealing the pain beneath.

He turned away, his face set, looking out of the car window as the cold air brushed against his skin. Aayara’s gaze moved to his hands, where tattoos covered his skin, a stark contrast to the pristine, polished man she had once known. They were a sign of the life he had lived, the choices he had made, the darkness he had embraced. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, but the distance between them felt insurmountable.

Arjun’s voice broke the silence, quieter now, almost to himself. "No wonder you ran away, isn't it?" His words were laced with a quiet hurt, as if the very idea of her leaving had left a scar on his soul.

Aayara’s chest tightened. She didn’t know what to say. She had left because of him—because of the pain, the lies, the betrayals. But seeing him like this, seeing the cracks in his armor, made her question everything. Was he really the man she thought he was? Or had she misunderstood him all along?

The car moved through the snow-covered roads, and Aayara couldn’t help but wonder where their journey was taking them now.