All Chapters of Chaitali: The Saga begins: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

There wasn’t anything sexual about the location. The lured captives into trances. There was something magical about it that drew people to it. And once you get there, you'll forever be lost in its web to never return. In the morning, when the rescue squad searched, only the dead bodies were recovered. That's too naked!And so as a pup, I lost many bets with my friends to spend the night in the haunted museum and won a dozen against distant cousins. After a certain segment, what once became a thing to boast about in the locality—now, it just does not matter. Yet, it is still enough to break a grin on all of our faces whenever we’d remember. However, one night still stands indifferent in the historical pages. Reminiscent of some of which still give me goosebumps. I remember the night like it had all happened yesterday. It was scary enough to give me a cardiac arrest but ironic too. Like any other ordinary evening dripping with unconquerable mischief in my childhood, I played for ho

'We are here.' The chauffeur announces. Putting my files aside, I pop my head out of the window and stare at the captivating building in amazement. 'It's the palace?' I tell no one in particular. The cars speed through the services of the old wincing stone path which directly leads to the colossal structure of the tall premise that overlooks half of the enchanting hills and the great fall. 'It is the palace?' I repeat in bewilderment. I am excited as a toddler in an amusement park. The chauffeur smiles meekly in the rearview and nods–poor lad must have a figure that I was talking to him when I clearly was not. 'Yes, Alpha. It is the palace. Emperor and Empress used to live here before…' His voice trailed off as he fell into introspection. The lad is pretty timid as I have figured through the forty-five minutes ride from the airport to the palace where I am supposed to be spending two days of my dear life. Arin is fast asleep on my shoulder. Kavish and my mate's minions are f

Every day brings new surprises and a hope to start afresh all over again. With the winter lurking around the corner, everything washes over with a new delight and fragrance. I’m a winter lover, which is why when the sun comes up like thunder over the Seoraksan, I go down to the foot of the hill, picking my way over the flower bed and misty greenery that decorated parts of the garden. During the journey, I explore the vastness of the land and all the differences it has embraced from Chaitali. I find myself listing a few first-handedly. Unlike the technologically advanced front of my pack, Ahi Empire is cocooned in nature’s lap with yellow tulips and budding roses at the front before it opens its mouth to dens and dungeons. The atmosphere is misty and the air is fresh. There is no overbearing honking of vehicles or smoke of chimneys. I am not running around the clock. Life has slowed down and so I am. It’s calming, serene, and inviting in a different sort of way that I cannot help

My eyes widened. I didn’t even the what should I feel or should I feel anything at all. ‘You…’ I am at short of words. We weren’t even married yet and here I was being humiliated by a drunken she-wolf who is probably the most spoilt she-wolf of all time. ‘I-I…’ She slurred nodding with smugness as if she was proud of slapping the breath out of me. She’d slapped me. My mate, Luna of the Chaitali, daughter of the steel king, philanthropist, diva, and an idol for millions who is known for her soft temperament—chose violence for the first time. I was shocked, baffled, and slightly offended as I was supposed to be. My eyes were cast on the floor where her stumbling feet were secured perfectly in white stilettos. It travelled up to her perfectly slender legs, small waist, heaving round mounds, her most delicious collarbone, and finally to the pretty frowning face. Arin was pouting, grinning, and squinting all at the same time. How she managed to do it is beyond me? But somehow, the f

The smooth lines of my suit were crushed under her tight grip. I groaned or growled or whimpered. I don’t exactly remember. But it was an amorous sound for sure. It was the first time I was listening to myself. It was embarrassing. Surprisingly, I was not taken aback as if I have been through it countless times. I might have been in deja vu. You don’t even remember. Nick shook his head at me in dismay as if he could not believe it when he was the one blocking me out every single time–upon my request, I admit. This time, I would, My voice was determined and flat. Remember it all. Do you hear me? I will remember every tiny detail like the lines on the back of my hand. Silence. That was appropriate. I waited for it to happen. For the nightmares to start unfolding. Any minute those horrific pictures from my past would ruin it all for me. I would be left to repent, sweat clad, huffing and puffing like an obese dog. I waited and waited and waited. Nothing happened. Neither were the