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Anne Rajput Ugly ducklings? What the hell did she do? a catastrophe maybe? Who's in? Vote. Comment. recommend.
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Chaitali: The Saga begins Mindlessly Mindful
Whatever scattered memories my brain has recollected are enough. Like seriously, it’s ENOUGH to want me to dig a grave, find a coffin and nail me inside it. Rather, I’d set myself on fire. I buried my face in a pillow and muffled a yell that erupted from the depth of my heart. Did I do all of that? ‘You are still having self doubts? Seriously? Well…no, you did not do it, sweety?’ ‘I did not?’ I clung to Ella with hope. Maybe, she’d remember something I do not. My heart stops beating in anticipation for a moment. ‘Nope! No, your doppelganger ascended the earth to especially create your drunken catastrophe and humiliate the shit out of you, Bitch with capital B!’ Ella snickers sternly. A permanent expression she has seemingly opted for… forever. I groan aloud. ‘Shut up, Ella! Now is not the time.’ I roll my eyes and nibble on my nails. I squeeze my eyes to erase the images of last night that flash in a loop. ‘What the hell had gotten into my head? Mother Earth, I beg you to
Chaitali: The Saga begins Golden Empress Cobra
Bringing Emily out! Meet me in Phoenix at five. Bring the other two. My phone chimed again. Reluctantly, I opened it to find a text from Sierra. I read it as I slip into the dress and walk past the mirror. It has already been way past Ibhaan’s deadline and I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the door slam opens and he drags me out of the hotel. We are going to be heeding in an hour. Your favourite jerk is lurking around in the lobby. You’ll have to dodge past him unnoticed. We are forbidden to contact you or come near you. Arrogant Alpha took a good half an hour lecture of your staff. Lily is crying inconsolably. He has fired her. Be quick. The text follows promptly. Details, please. I revert with sweaty palms. The three dots wiggle on the screen, making me chew on my fingernails in anticipation. The past flashes before my eyes when Dhairya used to control every freaking second of my life. I have gotten used to independence so much that I wouldn’t mind snapping anyone’s neck int
Chaitali: The Saga begins The First Face-off
Ibhaan’s Head:The world outside oddly resembles my mood. It’s gloomy, drizzly and sad. However, it is bearable unlike the agony deep in my heart that is compelling me to bleed or just die. Arin has gone too far. I ball my fist to the side and heave out a long breath before I bring the cigarette back to take a drag. ‘Where is Thomas?’ I ask Adrian who eyes the burning stick in my hands before looking at me. Luckily, he keeps his mouth shut. I don’t think I would have handled had he decided to lecture me about the combustion of lungs and duh!I am pissed and at least to say already done. Adrian gestures to the private space behind us. Of course, it’a state owned hotel. The First Person, Thomas would be surrounded by his legal hawks. I could see him screaming at his solicitor at the top of his lungs while the little army from his political campaign shuffled through piles of papers. ‘Did you sleep a wink last night? You look like crap.’ Adrian rubs a hand over my back. ‘What’s the poi
Chaitali: The Saga begins I bow at your feet
Minutes roll over before the realisation dawns upon me. It comes crashing down in tangled emotions that are too much to divulge.He wanted to inflict injury. I am enraged because I am startled. I just wait for the smoke to come out of my ears. It never came. to make me see my rightful place. He thinks he can overpower me.No male is ever different. Everything is just a facade. You just have to push the right buttons to get the wrong sides. The true shade will be revealed in the most grotesque way possible. It will be an opera.And I am a sumo wrestler. Ella gritted her hundred-something teeth. Wait a minute! It did not sound like Ella. Her voice isn't giggly. It's squeaky.My palm covers my left cheek where a stinging sensation is spreading. It's warm and wet with tears. I am somewhat hazy. It hurts. I took my knees to my chest and leaned on the wall.This bastard has a death wish. Let me out. The voice echoes again.The room is eerily silent. Only the soft chimes of the bell on the b
Chaitali: The Saga begins Soulmates?
Emily is occupying the most secluded private chamber available in Artifact. She checks her watch thrice before she braces me with a glance. She is as nervous as I am. I can tell. But she has not just been out of a deadly attack and certainly, she did not sacrifice her life-long companion in a war tragedy. Anyways, I can sense a soul. A lonely, tired, frustrated bride of an old fart who isn’t interested in anything but her little cunt. No doubt, she will be loaded with gifts, money, ornaments, and fucking everything, but she will be what she is…a lonely tune. ‘Emily, I—’ I start clearing my throat. My fingers are quivering with the shock. Behind me Sierra paces the length of the pavement, nibbling on her recently manicured nails. My injured leg hurt like a little bitch. Still, I cannot let it show on my face. Please tell me, I am not responsible for the dark circles, curved spine, and whimpering lips. The pause in the air gives me time to reflect. The words burn on the tip of
Chaitali: The Saga begins Mist
Back in the comforts of the luxurious jet, I look sideways. Ibhaan has a poker face on as he does the cuff's buttons. His tie is secured lousily around his shoulders. I contemplate an opening line. After contemplation of twenty minutes, I have concluded two things that I am expected to do in this scenario. First, I need to apologise to him if I want to survive a day longer. I have already peeped into Huine’s blouse. (I'm not a pervert!) Poor things will have a tough time getting rid of the ugly scars. Hickeys! They are called Hickey, you Eighth dropout. Oh, damn! I couldn't have known it, O'wise one. You wouldn't have known many things without me. Gah! I am not kidding, Liza. I challenge you to come up with a sorry speech. Oh, wait! Don't try. I will be sorry for your pathetic speech. Eh, I already have one. Yeah! And it goes like this— Hey, Alpha! I am sorry for almost invoking a war between the Vampires and your clan. You see, I am not the she-wolf you take I am to be. In fa
Chaitali: The Saga begins Violent Venom
‘What do you mean you are not going?’ Ibhaan retorts, equally exasperated. The dusk has already taken over the sky. We are home. His home and I am not going out of here before I have all the answer I need. Dear pseudo father, I am sorry! He throws his phone and laptop on the bed. I watch the sleek device bounce a couple of times before settling in the middle. The tiny notification lights blink at the top beside the camera. It vibrates with what I assume is an incoming message. ‘You know what I mean. I am not moving an inch from here.’ I counter, coming eye-to-eye. However, I instantaneously flinch when a pair of red eyes stare back at me. It's Nick. Ella grovels. Her hisses are venomously low. She slithers agonisingly. Her rage is my power. She yearns for action. I don't blame her. The creature is the most disgusting piece of shit one can ever come across. Ruthless, insensitive, dominating, cunning, selfish, murderer...I can stretch it till eternity. I can donate both of my kid
Chaitali: The Saga begins Strangers In The Head!
Minutes roll over before the realisation dawns upon me. It comes crashing down in tangled emotions that are too much to divulge. A reservoir of untamed emotions crashes me from shore to shore. I was drawn into endless miseries that were nothing more than a death choke. He has hit me. I am enraged because I am startled. He wanted to hurt me. He despises me. I just wait for the smoke to come out of my ears. I want the rage to take over me. Why would he do that? My conscience wonders. I ask Ella but she ain’t there. Has he smacked my serpent out of me? Does he want me to see my rightful place? Is that what he thinks about me? A wild horse that has to be tamed? He wants to overpower me. But did he not say we are equal in our relationship? Weren’t we supposed to be friends? And friends don’t disrespect each other. They trust each. They have each other’s back. Was I too wrong in expecting all of it from him? No male is ever different. Everything is just a facade. You just have
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