Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

* CAN'T LOOSE HER NOW *

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          REGRETS, WEAKNESS AND HER

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Aayara carefully placed Abhi in the crib, tucking him in with gentle hands. She hummed softly under her breath, brushing her fingers through his soft hair before turning toward Arjun.

“So jao,” she said, her voice steady despite the tension in the room.

Arjun, leaning casually against the edge of the bed, raised an eyebrow, his smirk making her uneasy. “You ran away,” he began, his tone laced with amusement. “But it doesn’t seem like you hate me.”

Aayara stiffened, her lips pressing into a thin line as she avoided his gaze.

His smirk deepened as he stepped closer, towering over her. “Why would you?” he continued, his voice a low purr. “I am the only one who owns your mind and soul. Aren’t I?”

She rolled her eyes, her defiance flickering momentarily. “Fine. I’m sleeping,” she retorted, turning to slip under the covers.

Arjun chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. Before she could settle, he reached out and pressed his hand firmly against her waist over the blanket, making her gasp in surprise.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he warned, his voice dropping an octave. His touch was firm yet teasing, his presence overwhelming. “Otherwise, I won’t mind making you roll around all night in this chilly, snowy weather. After all…” His lips curved into a wicked grin. “I’ve never had a passionate night in the snow. Should we try?”

Aayara swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She averted her gaze, her voice barely a whisper. “Good night!”

Arjun laughed softly, his hand lingering for a moment before he released her. He leaned down, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to her head.

“Good night, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost gentle. Straightening up, he walked toward the door, his steps deliberate and slow.

Aayara exhaled shakily once he was gone, her heart pounding in her chest. She pulled the blanket tighter around herself, trying to steady her breath and her thoughts, knowing sleep would not come easily tonight.

Arjun walked to the bar area, his long strides echoing in the empty hall. He poured himself a drink, his movements sharp, almost mechanical, as his mind began replaying the night she ran away.

He threw back a shot, the burn in his throat nothing compared to the ache in his chest. He clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing as he remembered the argument, the way his voice had risen in anger, and the tears in her eyes. He couldn’t believe she had actually left.

Another shot.

Arjun ran a hand through his hair, gripping the glass tighter as he recalled returning to their room that night. He had expected to find her there, sulking or crying, as she always did after his temper flared. Instead, he was met with eerie silence and shattered glass on the floor. The sight of blood smeared across the shards had made his heart drop.

He had stood frozen, his chest heaving as panic settled in. It was then he realized—there was no one beside her in the mansion. No one to protect her, to comfort her. Just him. And he had driven her away.

Another shot.

He remembered how the bed had felt like thorns that night, each moment of solitude a reminder of her absence. He had tossed and turned, sleep evading him, the emptiness of the room suffocating. That night, he realized how much he needed her. Not just as a presence in his life but as the one person who kept him grounded, who made the cold, ruthless man he had become feel human.

She was the second woman in his life who had managed to crack his armor, the first being his mother. And now, she was the mother of his child.

No.

Arjun exhaled shakily, pouring himself another drink. No way in hell was he going to give her a reason to stay away again. He had let her slip through his fingers once, but now?

Now, she was his weakness. A dangerous vulnerability he couldn’t afford, but one he couldn’t let go of.

His grip on the glass tightened before he set it down. For her and for their son, he had to change the game. He wouldn’t push her away again. If she became his weakness, then he’d ensure she was also his strength.

Because losing her? That wasn’t an option anymore.