Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*CLIMAX PART III -happily ever after🧿

***Author's pov***

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EVERYTHING HAS CONSEQUENCES

⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑๋࣭⭑

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***Violence stuff ahead ***

**Kill , weapons and blood violence ahead ***
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Meera's smirk widened when she saw the cars approaching. She scoffed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Here we go... your husband."

Aayara's heart skipped a beat as she looked up, and her eyes widened when she saw Arjun, Rudra, and Daksh stepping out of the cars. Their faces twisted with anger, and a dark aura surrounded them, the tension thick in the air.

Arjun wasted no time. He charged forward, kicking the men who were holding Aayara back. She collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, the weight of the moment too much for her to bear. Meera stepped back, nodding at her men, signaling them to attack.

Rudra and Daksh cracked their knuckles, smirking as they dove into the fray. The sounds of punches and kicks echoed through the air, the chaos of the fight blending with Aayara's sobs.

But Meera, in her sickening calm, pulled out a knife, pressing it against Abhi's tiny body. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she stepped back, the threat hanging heavy in the air. "Move, and I'll slit his throat right here," she taunted.

Aayara's breath hitched. She could barely breathe, her heart was in her throat, but Arjun was right there, pulling her close, whispering softly to her. "I won't let them take him. I won't let anyone hurt him. Not now, not ever."

Aayara's sobs grew louder as she clung to Arjun. "She... she killed your mother, Arjun. I... I couldn't stop her..."

The words cut through Arjun like a knife, his face hardening with pain and fury. His grip tightened around Aayara as he swallowed his emotions. "I'll never forgive her," he whispered, his voice dangerously low.

Suddenly, Arjun's hand shot to his waist, and he pulled out his gun, his eyes locking onto Meera. "You want to play games?" he growled, his voice filled with lethal intent. "Let's see how far you'll go."

Meera scoffed, her grip on Abhi tightening as she pressed the knife closer to his neck. "Go ahead, shoot me. You'll be too late to save him, just like you were too late to save your lovely mother," she taunted.

Arjun's face twisted with pain and rage as the words hit him like a punch. His hand shook slightly, but his eyes burned with an intensity that could tear apart the world. "Why?" he screamed, his voice raw with emotion. He took a slow step forward, the gun aimed steadily at Meera. "Why did you do this? Why my mother? Why my son?"

Meera stepped back, a mocking laugh escaping her lips. "It was never about you, Arjun. It was always about power. About control. And now, your son will pay the price for your weakness."

Arjun's fury surged, and with a growl, he fired shots around her, the bullets ringing out in the quiet desert air. Meera flinched, her eyes wide in shock, but she didn't back down. Arjun walked slowly toward her, his gun still trained on her, every step full of rage and devastation. Each word he spoke cut deep.