Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*IT'S A NICE VIEW *

***author's pov****

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         PAIN IS THE ONLY THING I HAVE

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Arjun smirked as he slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling a mix of frustration and helplessness. She clenched her jaw, pulling the covers over herself in an attempt to shield her vulnerability, but the soft cries of Abhimanyu broke through the tense silence.

Aayara sighed, brushing away her frustration, and sat up carefully. With practiced ease, she cradled Abhi in her arms and began feeding him, her maternal instincts overriding everything else.

Arjun leaned back slightly, his piercing gaze fixed on her. The room, which had been tense with his domineering presence moments ago, softened as he watched the tender moment unfold. His usual smirk faded, replaced by something more subdued—almost unrecognizable.

For a fleeting moment, the cold, calculating man was gone, replaced by someone who looked at her with quiet awe. His eyes followed the way she gently soothed Abhimanyu, humming softly under her breath as though the world around them didn’t exist.

“He’s lucky,” Arjun finally said, his voice quieter than usual, almost contemplative.

Aayara glanced at him, startled by the shift in his tone. “What?”

Arjun’s gaze didn’t waver. “He’s lucky to have you,” he said simply, his voice carrying a depth she hadn’t expected.

She looked away, her heart tightening at the unexpected warmth in his words. “He’s all I have,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Arjun didn’t respond immediately, but the look in his eyes grew more intense. He stood from his place, walking toward the window, his hands slipping into his pockets. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint hum of her soothing voice as she comforted Abhimanyu.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was low but resolute. “You don’t need to run anymore, Aayara,” he said without turning to face her. “I won’t let anyone take what’s mine.”

She froze at his words, her heart racing. The possessiveness in his voice was unmistakable, but there was something else, too—something she couldn’t quite place.

Abhimanyu let out a soft coo, breaking her thoughts. She focused on him again, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

Arjun glanced over his shoulder at her, his expression unreadable. “Get some rest,” he said, his voice gentler now. “We have a long day ahead.”

Without waiting for her response, he turned back toward the window, his silhouette stark against the soft glow of the snow-covered world outside. Aayara tightened her hold on Abhimanyu, unsure whether to feel relieved or more trapped than ever. 

Aayara’s eyes lingered on Arjun as she noticed the subtle yet stark changes in him. His demeanor was colder, more composed, yet beneath that exterior, there was a shadow of something she couldn’t quite place. Her gaze drifted to his arm where intricate tattoos snaked down his skin, stark against his muscular frame.

“Y-You got tattoos?” she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Arjun, still standing by the window, didn’t turn to face her. He hummed in acknowledgment, the sound low and almost dismissive. “Needed to,” he replied, his voice carrying a distant edge.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Why?” she pressed, curiosity overriding her apprehension.

Arjun finally turned, his gaze meeting hers. For a moment, the hard mask slipped, revealing a flicker of vulnerability. “Pain,” he said quietly, his voice colder now. “It’s the only thing I have that never left me alone.”

Aayara froze, her breath hitching. The weight of his words hit her like a punch to the chest, and for the first time, she glimpsed the scars he carried, not on his skin, but deep within.

“Wh-What do you mean?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Arjun let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “Nothing,” he said curtly, his walls snapping back into place. His gaze flicked over her, sharp yet unreadable. “Cover yourself,” he added, his tone turning teasing but with a hint of seriousness. “Otherwise, don’t say I’m a pervert.”

Her face turned crimson as she realized the blanket had slipped slightly, exposing more than she intended. She quickly adjusted it, clutching it tightly around her.

“I wasn’t…” she stammered, avoiding his gaze, but her words trailed off as Arjun smirked faintly.

“Good,” he said simply, turning back to the window. “Because I’m not in the mood for distractions.”

The room fell into an uneasy silence, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Aayara glanced down at Abhimanyu, running her fingers gently through his soft hair as her mind swirled with questions.

Arjun stood silently by the window, his shoulders tense, his silhouette sharp against the snowy backdrop.