Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*THE CLIMAX { part 1} _-

***AUTHOR'S POV***

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NEVER TRUST SNAKES

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Aayara's brows furrowed as she looked outside the car window, noticing the desolate surroundings. The usual bustling streets were replaced by an empty stretch of road, with nothing but sand and sparse vegetation in sight. The sound of the tires rubbing against the gritty path only added to the unsettling atmosphere.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, adjusting Abhi in her arms as her protective instincts kicked in. "This... this doesn't look familiar. Wh-where are we going, Meera?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of unease.

Meera, who was busy typing something on her phone with a smirk, barely spared her a glance. She locked her screen and leaned back, her expression calm but her eyes gleaming with something Aayara couldn't quite place.

"The temple is outside the city," Meera said smoothly, her voice light yet dismissive. "Don't worry, Aayara. It's a peaceful spot, perfect for blessing little Abhi." She cast a quick glance at the baby, her lips curving into a faint, calculated smile.

Aayara nodded hesitantly, her fingers tightening their hold on Abhi. She tried to shake off the unease creeping up her spine, convincing herself that Meera wouldn't do anything reckless. But as the car drove further into the barren outskirts, her gut feeling told her otherwise.

She looked down at Abhi, who had started to doze off in her arms, his small chest rising and falling rhythmically. His innocence grounded her, giving her a moment of clarity. Turning her gaze back to Meera, Aayara spoke, her tone sharper now.

"Are you sure this is the right way? I don't recall any temple being this far out."

Meera chuckled softly, not meeting her gaze. "Trust me, Aayara. You'll see soon enough."

The car came to a halt in front of a massive, ancient temple. Its intricately carved pillars stood tall, a stark contrast to the barren landscape surrounding it. Aayara stepped out, adjusting Abhi in her arms as she looked around uneasily. The place was eerily quiet, with not a soul in sight except for the faint rustling of the wind brushing against the temple walls.

Meera stepped out gracefully, a faint smile playing on her lips as she gestured toward the temple. "Isn't it serene, Aayara? Perfect for seeking blessings for little Abhi."

Aayara nodded slowly, her gaze scanning the deserted area. Something about the silence felt unnatural, almost staged. Still, she followed Meera, clutching Abhi protectively. The sound of their footsteps echoed as they climbed the stone steps leading into the temple.

The sanctum inside was grand yet somber, with muted light filtering through the small openings in the stone walls. Incense sticks burned faintly in the corner, their aroma failing to mask the thick tension in the air. Aayara couldn't shake off the sense that they weren't alone.

What Aayara didn't know was that Meera had planned this moment carefully. Hidden in the shadows of the temple were men-Meera's hired goons-waiting for her signal. Their cold, watchful eyes followed the two women as they entered, ready to execute whatever sinister plan Meera had devised.

Unaware of the lurking danger, Aayara walked forward, placing Abhi down on a soft cloth laid out for the ritual. She bent down to adjust his blanket, her maternal instincts urging her to focus on her son rather than the unsettling vibes around her.

Meera smirked behind her, her fingers brushing over her phone as she sent a single message: "Get ready."

Turning to Aayara, she said sweetly, "Let's start the prayer. After all, this is an important day for Abhi's future."

As the priest began chanting prayers, the atmosphere in the temple grew heavier. The soft flickering of the oil lamps cast long shadows on the ancient walls, adding an eerie undertone to the sanctity of the place. Aayara, holding Abhi close to her chest, felt a strange unease creep into her heart. It wasn't just the desolate location or the cold air; it was something about Meera's overly sweet demeanor.

Midway through the rituals, Meera turned to her with a faint smile. "Aayara," she said, her voice soft yet laced with an undertone of authority, "for Abhi's security and well-being, you must take three rounds around the temple. It's an old tradition."

Aayara blinked, unsure. "Three rounds?" she asked hesitantly, tightening her hold on Abhi. The thought of letting him out of her arms, even for a second, made her stomach twist.

Meera nodded, her smile unwavering. "Yes, it's for his safety. You wouldn't want to skip such an important ritual, would you?" She extended her hands, her eyes gleaming. "I'll hold Abhi for you. He'll be safe with me."

Aayara hesitated, her mother's instincts screaming at her not to let go of her baby. Yet Meera's expression was calm and insistent, and the priest's chanting seemed to push her to comply. Slowly, reluctantly, she handed Abhi over, her heart twisting painfully as her son whimpered softly in Meera's arms.

"Don't worry," Meera reassured her, patting Abhi lightly. "I'll be right here when you come back."

Aayara nodded faintly, her chest tightening as she stepped outside the sanctum and began her first round around the temple. Every step felt heavy, her mind clouded with unease as she glanced toward the entrance, where Meera stood with Abhi. Her intuition whispered that something wasn't right.

Aayara's steps quickened as she approached the temple doors, her bare feet sinking into the cool sand. The calm she had forced herself to feel shattered when she stepped inside and saw that Meera was gone-along with Abhi.

Her heart dropped into her stomach, panic surging through her veins. Her breath hitched as her wide eyes scanned the empty temple. "Meera!" she called out, her voice echoing against the stone walls.

"Meera, where are you?!" she screamed, her tone growing frantic. "Abhi!"

Her voice cracked as tears welled up in her eyes. She stumbled toward the altar, hoping-praying-that Meera might have moved somewhere nearby. But there was no sign of her or her son.

"Meera!" she cried again, her hands trembling as she clutched her saree tightly. A lump formed in her throat as the tears began streaming down her cheeks.

The eerie silence of the temple mocked her. Only moments ago, she had been reciting prayers for her son's protection, and now he was gone.

"Someone, please!" she shouted into the empty space, her voice desperate and breaking. "Where are you?! Give me my son!"

She staggered out of the temple, her feet dragging in the sand, eyes darting in every direction, searching for any trace of Meera or Abhi. Her breathing grew ragged, fear tightening its grip around her heart.

Suddenly, her intuition kicked in-this wasn't just a coincidence. Meera had planned this. Aayara's face twisted with anguish and fury as she whispered, "Meera... what have you done?"