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Chaitali: The Saga begins What Am I Supposed to Do?
I am on an island. The air stirs on the waves, swirling over and around, rustling the trees in the jungle that stretched behind my back. Rows of palm trees are planted on my left with ample greenery full of pine trees and Indian Rosewood, and to my right is a fall that never ends. I am with a serpent who looks down with nothing but satisfying contentment in her orbs. A manly hand strokes my head. Snapping my head, I come face-to-face with someone I do not recognize. He is a bluehead male—tall, extremely pale and lean with a witty smirk on his face. The duo beams at me with parental affection. For a moment, the time stills as we look at each other. The couple’s smiles broaden the longer the time stretches. ‘Mommy?’ The words fly out of my mouth. Instantly, my palm cup over my mouth. I mumble the word one more time in disbelief. I have never used it aloud. At least, I do not remember using it aloud. My shivering gaze flickers over the female who nods at me with unshed tears
Chaitali: The Saga begins Sarah?
The Previous day— The clock had rolled off to four when we hit the road for the grand procession. The engagement was a spectacular, magical occasion with crowds cramming outside The Phoenix resembling a herd of directionless sheep. The roads were blocked throughout the city with vampires, witches, grim-reapers, ghosts, and even the fairies scattered in a confused heap at the marvellous entrance awaiting the long-due arrival of the First Son (His ugliness) and his soon-to-be bride. (A charming princess) A wave of excitement washed over the city. Tiny flags waved over the countless heads as the audience hooted, aligning with the rhythms of saxophones, trampolines, and bands of the elite Army. There were keepsake wedding souvenirs everywhere, studded brooches, wedding cards, decks, ribbons, aroma candles, figurines, calendars, cups, t-shirts, belts, bras, condoms…condoms? People are gonna put his face on their d**k. Granted, he the prick is an upset dick himself. Seriously? I giggle
Chaitali: The Saga begins Boobie-woobie woo
‘Could be a past love. He couldn’t be clinging to your pseudo name at Tiffany’s. Could he?’ Ella trailed off thoughtfully and almost immediately a piercing sensation went through my heart as if someone had stabbed me with a sharp knife. I want to use the same knife to stab Ibhaan’s existence out of the goddamn world. Should I ask him about the woman? I wondered. Damn! Don’t tell me he is already cheating on the horse voice before the wedding! Oops! And here I thought the wolves to be better if not superior in that department. It’s unacceptable, immoral, unethical, and wrong. It…hurts. ‘You have not let him shove his dick in any of your holes for almost what…three weeks now? Shouldn’t you be the one responsible?’ Ella proposed rationally and I couldn’t help but defend my toes like a wounded gorilla or an equally fierce version of a resembling creature. ‘I did!’ I shrieked, balling my fist to the side. ‘Besides, ain’t it his duty to stay loyal to the she-wolf he is going to comm
Chaitali: The Saga begins Cursed Endurance
Ibhaan’s Head: ‘When it’s going to end, huh? I might as well become a skeleton here. It’s unedurable Alpha. Help me! Help. Me.’ Kavish groaned, rolling his eyes. Miraculously, he reciprocates the smiles thrown his way when internally he could be a screaming mess for all we know. ‘True, what’s the point of dragging it so long when it will only last no more than a day?’ Subhaan deadpanned, nibbling on the crispy starter. His deep blue eyes search the massive hall for the familiar face of his mate who has been stolen away by some international delicacies. Adrian, the only non-Alpha in the group, meanwhile plays with the tissue—moulding it in some eccentric shape like he always does. ‘Two whole keynote speakers droning monotonously about the all the pseudo-accomplishments of barely their FS. Nothing sexier than shrimp cocktails and an hour and a half of speeches on eternal love. Esh! Can you find anything more fascinating?’ Gusteau, Subhaan’s ever so silent and genius Beta, grunts
Chaitali: The Saga begins One More Tale
Lizzian’s Head: What happened after the car ride? The side of my head throbbed like hell yet it does not stop me from travelling down memory lane. ‘You looked cute when you were jealous.’ Ibhaan had whispered in my ears out of nowhere. He was with the UN delegates and I was chatting with the Viscount of Shaach-eero. I could not retort or spit tequila when the royals were around. Only disguised glares had to do the business. Is the air of Shaach-eero intoxicated to get in the head of Alpha, the brat? When I looked over his shoulder, I could see a she-wolf who was undergoing the same torture as I was. Subhaan was not any better either nor were Sunny and Adrian. The Alphas were clinging to their mates like a fucking lizards. In anything, they were worse. It wasn't that I did not want to save Huine. I tried. He just did not leave when I politely expressed my desire to talk to his mate to avoid Luna Arin's perpetually long family. Yes, seven freaking siblings! Can anyone imagine s
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
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