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Lycan To-Be
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Chaitali: The Saga begins Notified Nightmares
Ibhaan’s Head: It was dark outside when my eyes flung open. The looming darkness found its acquaintances with chilly silence. I gasped to fill my lungs, feeling the walls imbibing closer. The disturbing flashes responsible for perturbation wouldn’t waiver. “I’d never forgive you, you unfaithful dog! One who cannot be faithful to himself is no good at all. You are gonna rot in hell, Alpha. I curse you!” The shaking voice echoes in my ear. I clap both my palms over them to prevent the heartbreaking scream. ‘NO!’ I scream. ‘I DIDN'T MEAN IT. I AM SORRY. I DIDN'T MEAN IT.’ My heart pierces into pieces. But my mouth is sealed. I am helpless and vulnerable.The tear-stained face flashes before my eyes. It was a horrifying sight that has been itching my brain for years now. That face when the soul freed itself from his body…I could never get over it no matter what.“Ibhaan, you dirty douchebag! Tell Em. Tell Me the truth! I didn't do it. Y-you did this to me.” The loud shrills broke my
Chaitali: The Saga begins 'INCHES' Closer
Two days later... I groan out my annoyance, staring at the vast collection of clothes swinging before my eyes. ‘How am I supposed to clear it all up in fifteen minutes?’ I ask Lily. She simply shrugs and goes about minding her business which is doing nothing. At my glare, she moves her shapely ass away from the wall-sized window and clutters out the makeup mess instead. ‘Where is Sierra? I have not seen her in two days.’ Yes, it has been two days. Two-fucking-days! Since the Tug Of War game (The game was so-so with two teams from sixteen Packs participating in the quest of pushing one another). Unfortunately, post-announcement, I could hardly focus on the game or the players. I only knew that the Blackeagles won and I lost the bet along with my confidence of getting anything good out of this deceptive disguise. ‘What would he do?’ The question has been eating me alive. The sword of the wedding hanging at my neck does not help either. I am clueless. The dude has not prop
Chaitali: The Saga begins Nothingness
‘It is what?’ Julie gaps at me across the seat. Her voice shrills over the street crowd accommodating the food street to the west of the Mansion. Beside me Lily squirms in her seat, clutching her stomach. She mumbles a pathetic ‘excuse me’ and scurries off to the first public both she could spot. It ain’t that far yet two amongst the little army of guards chase after her shamelessly. Jeez! A female can’t poop in peace these days. I look around at the rest eleven with as much disdain I could muster. They stay adamantly glued to the ground, swirling over like a flock of hawks. The threat is loud in the air. “The area being guarded is forbidden. Stay off!” ‘Some sort of Anniversary.’ I deadpan. My eyes narrow at a certain familiar face with a certain blue-head pale complexion wolf strolling on the beach. The taller one points at something in the distance and bursts out laughing. He tackles the bluehead to the ground who makes a face nonetheless chuckles at his acquaintance’s absur
Chaitali: The Saga begins Capricious Commencements
‘Are you sure you will be alright here?’ Ibhaan asks me for the third time and for the third time, I nod. ‘I really don’t want to leave you here alone. I am—’ He begins, making my grin go wider. ‘It’s fine. It’s calm here anyways. I want to look at the waves a bit more. Go.’ I assure him. The sun is melting into the ocean. The flock of birds in the sky, the gentle breeze, and the humming beats of the waves. Everything is transcendental as if the divine has descended to bless me with mercy. I stare at it with a small smile playing on my lips. My mind is completely at ease. As if an eternity later, I have felt happiness. I run my hands over the arms and hug myself, cherishing the moment till it lasts. For the fraction, I let myself forget about everything. Alpha, the approaching wedding, and the contest. The beautiful sleeveless dress wasn’t a wise choice for the night with the chilly wave around but the way it spread itself around me makes me feel like a fairy princess. It do
Chaitali: The Saga begins Exquisite Evenings
‘We are going to dine here?’ I gape at the colossal premise of sheer luxury. Dhairya, that thrice stingy asshole, did not have the brain cell to think anything closer to this. ‘Yeah.’ Ibhaan shrugs as if it is the most obvious of the things to spend his wealth on something as extravagant as this. The hotel is exquisite and least to say opulent. I only remember seeing such a grandeur palace on weekly Magazine covers in past years. Speaking of which, I remember how I am neglecting writing these days. I have not penned down once in almost forever. He is making me forget the only thing that gives me so much pleasure. What used to be a daily habit has become a rarely touched treasure in less than a week all thanks to his royal almightiness. Ibhaan’s easiness has started to rub off on me like a filthy poop-bacteria. At this rate, I am going to catch the flu soon. The whole drama of becoming Luna, trying to accustom to this completely absurd lifestyle, and figuring out my confus
Chaitali: The Saga begins Exploring Around
I do a light shuffling tap dance across the marble superhighway. The third floor of the incredulous skyscraper mansion is my destination. The Mansion is named after Ibhaan’s great-grandfather and founder of the Sindhuja Akumji empire, Mr Heramb Sindhuja Akumji—former oil king and a business tycoon. Yes! The Taksh Mansion is officially christened as ‘The Heramb’s’ and was built in the early two-thousands for a joint residence of his family of six. Over the years, the title became redundant and was later dropped off by Lycan Mena. The Sindhuja Akumjis are not only rulers but one of the richest business families in the region that owns a fucking legacy in the oil, automobile, and telecommunication sectors. They are not only billionaires but one of the richest families in the world. To date, the Mansion has only accommodated Alphas of a certain pack—Sindhuja Akumjis, which is why the country recognizes it as the Alpha Mansion ordinarily. It is a skyscraper at twenty-fucking-
Chaitali: The Saga begins The Office
THE DEN where Ibhaan spends most of his time, forming plans, taking over strategies, and authenticating documents is his mini universe—a world in the galaxy that the Mansion is. It is the place where he makes plans to bring glorious Empires down, lure clients in his favour, deal with the manipulative sharks, and supereminent the superpower alongside playing ‘good-friends’ with the natural terrorists—the Grim Reapers. I have read all about the technicalities of the floor. It’s a specially designed platform that can survive fire, flood, and earthquakes. All of the visitors are bound under an NDA whereas only the eligible staff is allowed entry on the stringent terms. There are sensors to register the biometrics of each individual. Every motion is under the radar. It’s highly automatic and invisible to the naked eye. However, the dread of feeling eyes on you is deafening. Fortunately, there aren’t any special regulations for the would-be Luna of the Mansion as there aren’t for the A
Chaitali: The Saga begins Flipping Through Rusty Pages
I close my eyes and heave out a shaky breath. The more I explore the more ashamed I feel about myself. How can I be enjoying this douchebag’s company for a whole night? How can I open up my heart for him to peep in? How can I feel a transcendental connection? I have been praising his gorgeous looks forgetting all about his dark heart! I groaned out of annoyance when my eyes caught a series of portrayals hanging on the farthest wall with a fireplace. ‘You! You!’ I point an accusing finger at him. And I am on my feet again…thrilled to peek into Ibhaan’s personal life. Anything that will earn me an advantage over him—anything to have an upper hand for my defence. I have already heard nearly everything about his current life, but knowing about how he grew up, and who his close companions were had always been some invisible line of demarcation that I or anything couldn’t ever reach. ‘What would you want me to do?’ I’d asked him during supper. ‘You mean?’ He’d retorted stuffing hi
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