Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

**A LITTLE LICK WON'T HURT YOU**

***AUTHOR'S POV***

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                  ORDERING ME HUH ? .

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Arjun walked into the room, his footsteps steady yet quieter than usual. Aayara peeked at him from under the blanket, her eyes immediately landing on Abhimanyu in his arms. The baby had calmed down, reduced to soft hiccups as he snuggled into Arjun’s chest. The sight made her heart clench.

She whispered softly, "He’s hungry."

Arjun paused, looking at her with a slightly puzzled expression. "Hungry? Uh…yeah, what does he eat? Rice? Or...anything?"

Aayara blinked at him, momentarily stunned, before a small, incredulous laugh escaped her lips. She stared at him, hearing what she deemed the biggest joke of the century.

"Rice? Did you eat rice when you were this small?" she asked, shaking her head slightly, her voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation.

Arjun raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching as if he was about to defend himself. Instead, he rolled his eyes, muttering, "Fine. I’ll go change." He carefully handed Abhimanyu over to her, the transition smooth but hesitant, as though he was reluctant to let go of his son.

Aayara adjusted the blanket around her lap, cradling Abhimanyu close as she watched Arjun retreat to the bathroom. She sighed, her heart racing as she looked down at her baby boy. "You’re the only one keeping me strong," she whispered to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Meanwhile, Arjun stood in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. He stared at his reflection, a mix of frustration and something softer flickering in his eyes. The sight of Aayara holding their child stayed in his mind, stirring emotions he had long buried.

"She has no idea what’s coming," he muttered under his breath, straightening his tie and brushing his fingers through his hair. With a deep breath, he walked out, his cold demeanor firmly back in place.

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Arjun walked out of the washroom, drying his hair with a towel, dressed in warm trousers and a snug T-shirt that clung to his well-defined frame. He looked up to see Aayara sitting on the bed, carefully tucking Abhimanyu into the blanket beside her.

Her eyes briefly met his, and she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her son. He smirked, noticing how her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the covers.

“What are you doing?” he asked casually, his deep voice cutting through the silence walking to her .

She flinched slightly and pressed a finger to her lips, then raised her palm to his mouth as he approached. "Shh!" she whispered urgently. "He’s sleeping!"

Aayara’s eyes widened as Arjun’s lips brushed against her palm. Her heartbeat quickened, her breath hitching at the sudden, intimate gesture. She tried to pull her hand back, but his warm fingers caught her wrist, holding her in place. His tongue running slightly and licking her warm palm making her throat dry .

"Ordering me, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, sending shivers down her spine. His lips pressed lightly against her palm again, this time with a hint of mischief.

"Arjun!" she whispered sharply, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She glanced at Abhimanyu, sleeping peacefully beside her, praying he wouldn’t wake up. "Stop it! He’s sleeping!"

His eyebrow arched as his smirk grew wider. "And?" he whispered, his deep voice filled with amusement. "You’re acting like I’m some stranger." His free hand slid from her hip, grazing her waist ever so lightly.

She gasped softly, pushing at his chest with her free hand. "Stop it, Arjun!" she hissed, her voice a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Arjun chuckled, finally letting her wrist go but not moving away entirely. "Relax, sweetheart," he said, his tone smug as he stepped back. "I was just testing how protective you are of our son. Impressive, I must say."

Aayara glared at him, her lips pressed into a thin line. She pulled the blanket higher around herself and Abhimanyu, muttering under her breath, "You’re impossible."

Arjun smirked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "And you’re still the same. Feisty and adorable."

She rolled her eyes, looking away. But her flushed cheeks betrayed her, and Arjun couldn’t help but feel a sense of victory as he leaned back, folding his arms behind his head, content to let her stew in silence.