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Chaitali: The Saga begins THE EMPIRE
'We are here.' The chauffeur announces. Putting my files aside, I pop my head out of the window and stare at the captivating building in amazement. 'It's the palace?' I tell no one in particular. The cars speed through the services of the old wincing stone path which directly leads to the colossal structure of the tall premise that overlooks half of the enchanting hills and the great fall. 'It is the palace?' I repeat in bewilderment. I am excited as a toddler in an amusement park. The chauffeur smiles meekly in the rearview and nods–poor lad must have a figure that I was talking to him when I clearly was not. 'Yes, Alpha. It is the palace. Emperor and Empress used to live here before…' His voice trailed off as he fell into introspection. The lad is pretty timid as I have figured through the forty-five minutes ride from the airport to the palace where I am supposed to be spending two days of my dear life. Arin is fast asleep on my shoulder. Kavish and my mate's minions are f
Chaitali: The Saga begins GHOSTING AROUND
Thirty minutes later, I close all doors and windows and switch off all lights. It's a childhood habit that has accompanied me all the way to adulthood. I still find it impossible to sleep with a light on. I straight away make it to bed—careless about the stuff scattered all over the floor. However, I can give assurance with the ascertained conception that I am not to be blamed here. The mansion help has to put my comfy wears all the way to the bottom which leaves me with no other option but to ruffle through all my stuff if I wanted to get it.It's the mansion staff and not me.'What are you up to?' I eye my mate sleepily, stretched over the most comfortable mattress I have ever felt underneath me. Arin has changed too. Instead of the comfy wear, she has sported jogging gears. With her hair up in a ponytail, it ain't a mystery that she'd be hopping around at–glance at the wall clock–nine in the evening. ‘I am gonna take a tour around. Wanna join?’ She snaps with a sharp edge in her
Chaitali: The Saga begins Mr Butler
Every day brings new surprises and a hope to start afresh all over again. With the winter lurking around the corner, everything washes over with a new delight and fragrance. I’m a winter lover, which is why when the sun comes up like thunder over the Seoraksan, I go down to the foot of the hill, picking my way over the flower bed and misty greenery that decorated parts of the garden. During the journey, I explore the vastness of the land and all the differences it has embraced from Chaitali. I find myself listing a few first-handedly. Unlike the technologically advanced front of my pack, Ahi Empire is cocooned in nature’s lap with yellow tulips and budding roses at the front before it opens its mouth to dens and dungeons. The atmosphere is misty and the air is fresh. There is no overbearing honking of vehicles or smoke of chimneys. I am not running around the clock. Life has slowed down and so I am. It’s calming, serene, and inviting in a different sort of way that I cannot help
Chaitali: The Saga begins Dominatrix
Have you ever wandered aimlessly because nothing in life makes no sense? It’s like life is demanding and you cannot absolutely determine what it is that you want. It is overwhelmingly annoying and frustrating. But then a ray of hope breakes and everything is bright and fairy. Ahi-Empire came out to be a breath of fresh air and a rescue I did not know I needed. It’s seldom I get to breathe freely without having the security or my beta hot on my tails. Rarely, I am allowed to do the pettiest things that might be very mundane in some wolf houses like opening the window to get some fresh air, filling up a glass of bottle to drink on my own, or making toast without being nagged by a team of professionals that wants to do it for me. Growing up, many think I might be used to it. For real, I am not. My mother—‘the best Luna in history’—is always persistent, instilling humbleness in both of her pups. She’d never allowed the flames of luxury to burn the politeness, manners, and compassion o
Chaitali: The Saga begins The Drastic Slap
My eyes widened. I didn’t even the what should I feel or should I feel anything at all. ‘You…’ I am at short of words. We weren’t even married yet and here I was being humiliated by a drunken she-wolf who is probably the most spoilt she-wolf of all time. ‘I-I…’ She slurred nodding with smugness as if she was proud of slapping the breath out of me. She’d slapped me. My mate, Luna of the Chaitali, daughter of the steel king, philanthropist, diva, and an idol for millions who is known for her soft temperament—chose violence for the first time. I was shocked, baffled, and slightly offended as I was supposed to be. My eyes were cast on the floor where her stumbling feet were secured perfectly in white stilettos. It travelled up to her perfectly slender legs, small waist, heaving round mounds, her most delicious collarbone, and finally to the pretty frowning face. Arin was pouting, grinning, and squinting all at the same time. How she managed to do it is beyond me? But somehow, the f
Chaitali: The Saga begins Drunken Debauchery
‘Ye are fucking awphul, ya know. Mowr than I’d ever tho-thought.’ She stuttered jumping down from her castle on the bed. The towel roll aka the double-edged sword that she was going to use in conquering the world was still clutched tightly in her hand. I watched in bewilderment as the almighty climbed down no so graciously and marched up to me. Drunken fiery danced in her orbs when she glared at me with a snap under my nose. ‘Yer days are numbered. Ye’ stupid punk.’ She mused. I watched her eyes change shades from lighter shades to darker and darker. It rose goosebumps in my arms. ‘Ya…’ She hiccuped again, falling on my shoulder. As time went by her tone was catching the darker shade of slurries that were tentatively becoming more indecipherable. My constant ‘Ye-ye’ was getting on my nerves. Not gonna lie. If it were not for her cuteness and the fact that With her antics, she was not helping much. How did she manage to pull my stunt off in as clingy as a mermaid costume dress? Don
Chaitali: The Saga begins Continued Hiccups
The smooth lines of my suit were crushed under her tight grip. I groaned or growled or whimpered. I don’t exactly remember. But it was an amorous sound for sure. It was the first time I was listening to myself. It was embarrassing. Surprisingly, I was not taken aback as if I have been through it countless times. I might have been in deja vu. You don’t even remember. Nick shook his head at me in dismay as if he could not believe it when he was the one blocking me out every single time–upon my request, I admit. This time, I would, My voice was determined and flat. Remember it all. Do you hear me? I will remember every tiny detail like the lines on the back of my hand. Silence. That was appropriate. I waited for it to happen. For the nightmares to start unfolding. Any minute those horrific pictures from my past would ruin it all for me. I would be left to repent, sweat clad, huffing and puffing like an obese dog. I waited and waited and waited. Nothing happened. Neither were the
Chaitali: The Saga begins NEXT
I instantly slouched in the bed, missing the view and her presence. My veins pulsated in anticipation and my heart pondered in my chest. I was giddy. There was something different about her entire demeanor that night now when I think about it. I might have seen her naked countless times. It does not matter that I wanted to forget all of it because of the guilt and realization. It was unique in a sort of way. The more I was itching near her the more I yearned for her. I felt complete and fulfilled as if there was nothing left for me to conquer. She was like one of those drugs that’ll take you over in just a single drag. I was addicted voluntarily. I looked sideways at the moon fighting with the ferocious wind. It had started drizzling. I bet it was going to pour down faster than one could pronounce Robert Pattinson. Mother nature was funny. It was a storm of rebellion and revenge. The trees ruffled when the wind stole away a chunk of their leaves and dispersed it everywhere. The
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