Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

* A FATHER*

***AUTHOR'S POV***

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PARENTHOOD IS SCARY

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Dia hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to Aayara, her head slightly bowed. Her face was a mixture of guilt and hesitation as she finally gathered the courage to speak. "Bhabhi..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "I... I'm so sorry for how I behaved with you all those times. I loved Rudra so much that I..."

She stopped, her voice catching in her throat as she looked away, ashamed.

Aayara, holding Abhi in her arms, smiled faintly. Her warm gaze met Dia's, and there was no trace of bitterness, only understanding. "It's okay, Dia," she said softly. "Rudra is my best friend, nothing more. You don't need to be afraid of me or feel insecure. We're family."

Dia's eyes widened at the word "family." She hadn't expected Aayara to be so forgiving, especially after all the coldness and suspicion she had shown toward her.

Tears welled up in Dia's eyes as she nodded slowly. "Thank you, bhabhi. I'll make it up to you, I promise," she said earnestly, her voice choked with emotion.

Aayara reached out with her free hand and gently patted Dia's shoulder. "You already have. Let's move forward, together," she said warmly, her words wrapping Dia in a sense of comfort she hadn't felt in years.

Behind them, Rudra watched the exchange with a soft smile. It felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest as the two most important women in his life seemed to reconcile.

Arjun, observing from a distance, leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed. His gaze lingered on Aayara, pride evident in his eyes. That's my wife, he thought, smirking slightly.

The Singhania mansion buzzed with joy as everyone laughed and celebrated Aayara's return. The air was filled with warmth, and even the staff joined in the cheerful atmosphere. Daksh teased Payal, who tried to calm their daughter down, while Rudra shared lighthearted banter with Arjun. Dia stood close to Aayara, her expression lighter, as though the burden of guilt had finally been lifted.

Amid the celebration, Meera stood in a corner, her face twisted with barely concealed anger. Her fists clenched at her sides as she glared at Aayara, who was surrounded by love and acceptance. "Why did she have to come back?" Meera muttered under her breath, her mind already racing with schemes.

Later, as the festivities wound down, everyone retired to their rooms. Aayara entered hers with Abhi in her arms, a content smile on her face. The familiar scent of the room brought back memories-some bitter, some sweet. She looked around and noticed that nothing had changed, yet everything felt different.

Placing Abhi in the crib near the bed, she turned to find Arjun standing by the door, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. He watched her with an unreadable expression before stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

"Feels like home again, doesn't it?" he asked softly, his voice carrying a note of sincerity.

Aayara nodded, her smile deepening as she tucked a blanket around Abhi. "It does," she replied, turning to face him. "But it's not just the room-it's the people who make it home."

Arjun's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. "And you're the heart of it," he said, walking closer to her.

Aayara felt her cheeks warm at his words, but she didn't look away. "We've come a long way, haven't we?" she whispered.

Arjun reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "We have," he murmured, his fingers lingering for a moment before he pulled away. "And I don't plan on losing you again."

With that, he turned and walked to the wardrobe, leaving Aayara standing there, her heart fluttering at the quiet promise in his words.

As Aayara stepped into the washroom, Arjun settled on the bed, enjoying a moment of silence. But it didn't last long. Within seconds, Abhi's cries echoed through the room. Arjun frowned, turning to see his son stirring in the crib, his tiny face scrunched up as he wailed loudly.

"Beta," Arjun said softly, walking over to the crib. He hesitated before carefully picking Abhi up in his arms. "Shh...mummy aa rahi hai," he said, trying to comfort him.

But Abhi's cries only grew louder, his small hands clutching Arjun's shirt as if demanding something more. Arjun's eyes widened in panic. He awkwardly patted Abhi's back, his voice rising slightly. "A-Aayara! Your son is crying!"

From the washroom, Aayara's voice came, slightly muffled by the sound of running water. "Comfort him, Arjun! Talk to him. I'm almost done!"

Arjun looked down at Abhi, who was now hiccupping between sobs. "Talk to him? Beta, kya bolun?" he muttered, bewildered. His attempts to gently bounce Abhi only seemed to make the baby fussier.

"Abhi, beta...don't cry," he said, his tone unsure. He tried rocking him gently, glancing at the washroom door every few seconds. "Mummy aa rahi hai, okay? Please stop crying."

Abhi continued to wail, clutching Arjun's shirt tighter. "A-Aayara, jaldi aao!" Arjun called out, his voice tinged with desperation.

Inside the washroom, Aayara chuckled softly. "Arjun, he's probably hungry or wants to feel comforted. Just hold him close, and talk to him gently."

Arjun groaned, looking at his son's tear-streaked face. "Beta, main kya karoon? Mujhse toh tumhari mummy kaafi better hai," he muttered, holding Abhi closer to his chest and awkwardly rubbing his back. Surprisingly, the baby's cries began to soften.

Arjun looked down, his expression softening. "Dekha? Papa bhi sambhal sakta hai," he said, a small smile forming as Abhi hiccupped but seemed to calm down slightly.

Just then, Aayara walked out of the washroom, a towel draped over her shoulders. She paused, watching the sight before her-a flustered Arjun cradling Abhi with a mixture of confusion and determination on his face.

She smiled, stepping closer. "Looks like you did just fine," she teased, taking Abhi from his arms.

Arjun exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeh toh meri jaan le leta...kitna ro raha tha."

Aayara laughed softly, patting Abhi's back. "You'll get used to it, Mr. Singhania. Parenthood isn't that scary."

Arjun smirked, shaking his head. "Scary nahi...life-changing," he said, his gaze softening as he watched her soothe Abhi effortlessly.