Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

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***AUTHOR 'S POV***

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                     RAJSHREE ' S DEATH

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Aayara stood from the bed, her steps light as she decided to head to the kitchen for a glass of warm milk. The mansion was quiet, save for the faint creaks of the floor under her bare feet. The day had been long, and though Arjun and Abhi were fast asleep, her thoughts refused to let her rest.

Reaching the kitchen, she paused when she noticed the light already on. She frowned. Who’s here this late? Peeking inside, she froze at the sight of Meera, standing by the counter with a steaming cup of tea. Her back was turned, but the words she muttered to herself hit Aayara like a blow.

"My plans… all ruined! Why the hell did she come back? And with a kid? Arjun will do anything to protect her and that little bastard! I have to do something..." Meera’s voice was filled with venom.

Aayara’s heart began to race. She instinctively stepped back, her breath caught in her throat.

Meera’s muttering grew darker. "Rajshree… that woman! Why does everyone keep talking about her? She’s dead! And now Daksh had to name his daughter after her? I did everything to get rid of her, and still, her name haunts me! If only I had finished the job properly back then… I should have killed all three brothers along with their ‘precious’ mother that day!"

Aayara clamped a hand over her mouth to stop the gasp threatening to escape. Her blood ran cold. Meera… killed Rajshree? Her mind reeled as the revelation sank in.

She took a step back, her foot brushing against the edge of a chair. The slight noise made Meera pause and glance around suspiciously. Aayara quickly ducked behind the door, pressing her back against the wall and holding her breath as Meera moved toward the kitchen entrance.

After a tense moment, Meera muttered something under her breath and walked away, her footsteps fading down the hallway. Aayara slowly exhaled, her knees weak as she processed what she had just overheard.

Her thoughts raced. How much of this does Arjun know? What if he doesn’t? What should I do? The weight of the truth pressed down on her as she leaned against the wall for support.

Forcing herself to move, she walked back to the room with heavy steps, her mind still in chaos. When she entered, Arjun was sitting on the bed, rocking a half-asleep Abhi in his arms. He looked up at her and frowned.

“Took you long enough. Did you drink the milk?” he asked casually.

Aayara shook her head, her voice barely audible. “No… I wasn’t thirsty.”

Arjun narrowed his eyes, catching the unease in her tone. “Aayara, what’s wrong?”

She forced a faint smile, shaking her head. “Nothing, Arjun. Just tired.”

He stood, placing Abhi in his crib, and approached her, his gaze sharp and concerned. “Don’t lie to me,” he said firmly. “You’re shaking. Did something happen?”

Aayara hesitated, her mind screaming to tell him, but fear and uncertainty held her back. She placed a hand on his chest, looking up at him. “I’m fine, Arjun. Let’s just sleep.”

He studied her for a moment, clearly unconvinced, but sighed and nodded. “Fine. But if there’s something I need to know, you’ll tell me, right?”

Aayara nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Of course,” she whispered.

As he pulled her into a protective embrace, she rested her head against his chest, her thoughts still on Meera’s shocking words. She needed time—to think, to gather evidence, and to find a way to protect the man she loved and his family from a hidden enemy within their own home.

Aayara nestled closer into Arjun’s arms, her warmth offering a silent comfort. His fingers continued to thread through her hair, the rhythm soothing his restless heart. The room was enveloped in a peaceful silence, interrupted only by their quiet breaths.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze searching his in the dim light. “You loved your mother so much… didn’t you?” she asked softly, her voice laced with both curiosity and care.

Arjun’s movements faltered for a moment before he sighed, his hand resting on her scalp. “Yeah,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. “She was everything to me. My hero. My guide. She… understood me like no one else.”

He paused, his jaw tightening. “But I was selfish. I—” His voice broke, and he looked away, his chest rising and falling unevenly. “I can’t forget the day I told her to leave me and go. I was so angry with her that day, so stupid. I didn’t know… I didn’t know she wouldn’t come back.”

Aayara felt a pang in her heart at his words. She reached up, gently cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. “Arjun,” she whispered, her voice firm yet tender. “It wasn’t your fault.”

He shook his head, tears pooling in his eyes as the pain of the memory consumed him. “It was my fault,” he insisted, his voice trembling. “If I hadn’t—if I’d just kept my mouth shut, she would have stayed. She would’ve been safe.”

Aayara sighed, shifting closer until their foreheads touched. “No,” she said, her tone resolute. “It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known. None of it was your fault, Arjun. I mean it.”

Her fingers lightly caressed his cheek, wiping away the tears that escaped. Arjun let out a shaky breath, his gaze locked onto hers. “You really think so?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know so,” she replied, her conviction unwavering. “You’re not to blame for what happened. Don’t let that guilt eat you alive.”

For a moment, Arjun simply stared at her, his pain slowly giving way to a fragile sense of relief. He nodded faintly, as if her words were the lifeline he desperately needed. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay.”

Aayara smiled softly and tucked his head into the crook of her neck, holding him close as if to shield him from his own grief. She ran her fingers through his hair, whispering soothing words until his breathing steadied.

“Sleep, Arjun,” she murmured. “Let it go, even if just for tonight.”

He tightened his hold on her, his arms wrapping around her as if afraid she’d vanish. “Stay,” he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion.

“Always,” she whispered back, her own eyes growing heavy.

As the darkness of sleep claimed them both, Aayara silently vowed to uncover the truth behind Rajshree’s death. For Arjun’s sake, and for the family they were trying to rebuild together.