All Chapters of Chaitali: The Saga begins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lizzy's: ‘It’s payment time.’ The fatso creature announced, rubbing his dirty hands all over his chin. A few of his pimples have popped open and the trickle of blood with some fluid is smudged over the place. I grimace in disgust at the sight of the lusty grinning wolf so did the girls behind me. However, none among us does anything except inhale and exhale deep breaths, an exercise that has become part of our lives for some time recently. The sound of cutlery clinking slowly fades away as a wave demanding attention takes over. 'Yeah! Yeah! I 'now. Don't gimme that look, ya rats. Get'n my offi'e. She-wolv's first.' Jared winks at a recent joinery who shuffles behind a feeble-looking wolf. Alas! None could be spared from his predatory eyes–except us. ‘I am going to slap that smirk off his face before we take on those Alphas.’ Julie hisses in my ear, gritting her teeth together so hard, I fear she might powder them in no time. Poor teeth! 'I swear.' She adds afterwards, balling

‘I do not have all day, Sarah. Hurry up!’ The screechy voice of my superbly ugly monstrous boss brings me back to the present. It breaks my heart to realise that I have yet to avenge my husband's death and the fall of my country and all the glorious days of unacceptable miseries I have spent in these shabby clothes. It enrages me to accept that it has been more than three years and I have yet to taste my worst enemy’s blood. I am not a blood-sucking Dracula or a distant cousin for that matter, you bitch. Ella hisses irritatingly, piquing me like none other. I ignore her, inhaling and exhaling a couple of times. Have I mentioned I have got a snake garbage for Nagin with whom I share my body 24/7? If not, I have told you now. So, kindly or not, bear with me because we ain’t have a choice. ‘Ya don't wanna gech ya’r sal’ry. I’ee!’ Oh, somebody please, stuff melting lava in his stinking mouth already. I don’t understand how his ten—something mate tolerates him anywhere near them. How ca

Light. Bright. Shimmering delight. It is all I saw as soon as I stepped in there with Sierra and Lily on their toes, trailing close by. 'Umm…this place is…' Sierra's voice trails off in the background. Her struggle to grasp appropriate vocabulary is evident and so is the nervousness on the surface. There is something about the place that spreads a negatively dark vibe. I cannot exactly put a finger on it but it is there. On the surface, away from the eyes!If we had thought that we had seen it all in the past three years, we have much more to come. There are disgusting truths and unbearable realities that are still there to unfold—stories I have never imagined even in my worst nightmares. But shriek in the walls of Khanum. My newly skilled analytical brain does not take long to examine that all of it can lead us to a dead end. 'There are many more tales of miseries and arm-twisting constraints in the Duong that are being sung in silence, yet the sonnet of Khanum pierces the loud e

The Phoenix Citadel is where elites eat, treat, party, shop, and relax while they stay in Duong. A magnificent white property near Seoraksan Hill, Phoenix, if not heaven, it is closest to the heaven that the labour class of Duong have. But… ‘I don’t think it’s anything extraordinary to be honest. I think it’s overrated.’ I speak, headless of the audience. ‘In fact, I find remarkable resemblance between this place and the opera house in the northern-region of Cercenoni. You remember the ancient Manor cum museum on the hill?’ I wash my mouth with the vine and wipe the wetness away with a tissue. Stretched over three acres, it is sparkling white with golden rims, a grandeur fountain, and a cluster of imperial palm trees to fence all of its fronts. It’s a niche, vandalising expensive, and has been a dream destination for staff of Khanum like us. And if I’d be honest, I have never imagined myself sitting in this regal estate if it were not for Sierra’s treat for the time being. It

‘I…Umm…’ I fidget with my fingers nervously, using my long tresses to veil my flustered face. Damn, you! Stop staring at me with those hypnotising eyes. Your beautiful eyes do funny things to me that are not beautiful. They make me think things I should not be thinking. They make me…dream and I don’t want to dream. I cannot afford them. My truth is ugly. It’s unbearable. I need lies. Yes! A fresh lot of lies can be covered up for romantic bullshit. Get a grip on yourself, Lizzy. I curse under my breath. ‘At least let her sit in first, Ibh–Sir. You can talk on the way. Please, Ma’am.’ The driver motions me towards the backseat with a practised bow and a stretch of his hand. His puffy eyes gleam with amusement. A lopsided grin plays on his face. My cheeks catch a darker shade of pink at the realisation. I have been sandwiched between two divine existences of glamour and masculine temptation which makes me wonder—how long has it been since I have copulated? More than three years, eh?