Chapter 61: A Final GoodbyeMink’s P.O.VAs I stand at the edge of the Jharna, overlooking the cascading waters that once held so much meaning, I feel like a hollow vessel, drained of purpose. It's been a year since Abhay died, a year since he left, leaving behind a void that seems impossible to fill. The memories of our time together haunt me, replaying like a bittersweet symphony in my mind.I close my eyes, trying to block out the pain, but it's always there, lurking just beneath the surface. The only thing keeping me going now is my daughter, Alaya. She's the reason I get out of bed in the morning, the reason I keep putting one foot in front of the other. In two days, she'll turn one year old, a milestone that fills me with both joy and sorrow.I remember the day Abhay and I ventured down into the valley, seeking solace in the tranquility of the meadows. The sun was warm on our skin, and the breeze carried the scent of wildflowers. We walked hand in hand, lost in our own little wo
Chapter 62: EpilogueMink’s P.O.VFor seventeen years, I had lived my life alone, waiting…hoping, that by some miracle, Abhay had survived the fall, that I hadn't been ripped away from my first love, my mate, and the father of my daughter, by some twisted turn of fate.But when a decade had passed by without any news, I had ventured all over the country once again, hoping to find some semblance of peace in my restless heart.I had gone to Abhay’s parent’s house, disguised as a salesgirl, and I had found his picture on a wall, adorned with flowers, a symbol that the person was deceased. The picture had been so real, so jolly, that I had almost apologized for everything.His mother had been a kind soul, offering me water and sweets even though she didn’t buy anything. When I had asked her about the picture, she had told me that her son, Abhay, had gone missing and never came back. So it was mandatory to assume they were dead after a decade of waiting.I had left with a heavy heart, but
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Chapter 1: Aazadi Mink’s P.O.V I wasn't dead. Not yet. But it sure felt like it. When is a person supposed to die? I didn't know. I'm not literate. Women aren't supposed to be. At least that's what he says. Is it when we stop breathing? I don’t know…because it felt like I had been holding my breath for years, afraid that they would hear me. Is it when your heart stops beating? I don't know. Because mine stopped the moment I saw my partners set on fire in front of my own eyes. Their flesh melting from their bones…their screams echoing in the desert mercilessly for all to hear. And no one came to help. My mother had been different. She'd cared for me. Fed me. Brushed my hair. Told me I was special. That the Goddess of Wolves had created me to destroy all those who torment us. I had believed her, just as I had believed in her stories of a beautiful world outside the confines of my door, which I wasn’t allowed to open…ever. But I had made that mistake…I had opened that door…when
Chapter 2: The White Wolf Mink’s P.O.V The fresh gust of cold desert wind did nothing to soothe the ache inside my chest. Not when I could still hear them…the screams. Smoke rose in the horizon, the light of the fire glowing a bright red-gold, as it illuminated the skies. And then there were the screams…terrifyingly satisfying. “Ma…d…” Startled, I whipped around to find the source of the sound. It appeared to have been from somewhere near me, and yet, I couldn’t see anyone in the vicinity. I strained my ears, but the wind was strong. It kept sending sand everywhere. I have to cover my eyes, my mouth and even then I could feel the fine grains on my tongue. A storm was coming. “Madat….” (Help) There it was! I close my eyes tightly and move forward, up a sand hill. It seemed to be coming from somewhere down the hill… “Madat….” I climb over the sand hill, as fast as I can, opening my eyes only when I can feel the direction of the win
Chapter 3: Wanderer Mikalya’s P.O.V For nearly a century I'd roamed this Earth, wandering through different lands, watching time fly past. People changed, empires rose and fell, India gained its independence, new generations were born and the older ones died out. An endless cycle of life and death that seems to stretch on for eternity. But even though the world around me had changed so much, I was still trapped in that cold winter night from a century ago when a young girl had to not only grow up overnight, but do something that no child of fourteen should ever have to dream about. A cold night painted in deep, dark red that even the darkness couldn't hide. Screams so loud and painful that it echoed throughout the lands. And then....silence. What had hurt more than the screams was the endless silence. Silence now buried under thousands of layers of sand. No one remembers Mouri anymore, as if it never existed. The pack that I had been born into had liked to travel, liked to kill e
Chapter 4: The Foreigner Abhay’s P.O.V I took another shot of the women sewing together a brilliant bed sheet with needles and threads and then checked the photos for clarity. This was going to be the most amazing project I’d ever done for the Lifestyle Magazine. The brightness of the colors contrasted well with the whitewashed buildings and brought the women into sharp focus. My new Nikon FM2 had cost me a fortune but it was worth every dime I spent and the whole night’s wait in front of the shop. And it was lightweight and easy to carry. I still had a few longer, high resolution lenses in the duffle bag that I’d left back at the hotel, but since I was just walking through the vibrant marketplace and taking close-up shots, it was easier to carry a lightweight camera. It was about three o’ clock on a winter afternoon but the sun was beating down on all of us mercilessly, although I was the only one who seemed to be affected by it. I wiped away a bead of sweat from my brows with a
Chapter 5: Illusions Abhay’s P.O.V For a couple of seconds, I felt flabbergasted. Yes, I was a healthy male of twenty seven with a proper sexual appetite, but I’ve never imagined myself naked and in bed with any women. I was brought up with parents who had taught me that in our culture, sex before marriage was not the right way to go about it. And I’d always believed in that principle. Yes, I’ve had a couple of relationships in my life. Once when I was in high school, with a girl about three years younger than me, we had drifted apart after I left school to join college. My second relationship had been in my second year of college, with a girl in my class who had shared my enthusiasm for photography. But we too had drifted apart right after I’d landed a job at Lifestyle Magazine as an intern and she had left for Calcutta to work for The Daily Telegraph. But I’ve never had any physical relationships with either of my ex’s. We had kissed, yes, I wasn’t that much of a saint, but we h