All Chapters of Unravelling The Eve Within: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was the fifth time the tall, slim man had yelled at the other servant, and Isha shook her head, feeling a mix of disgust and helplessness. To say the least, she was disgusted, and she could see the anger boiling through Sandi; she would have left a hole in the man’s face, and she wouldn’t be wrong in any way. But did a servant have any choice?If people saw half of what she did, she swore they would live differently, positively. She had seen a million things, and funny enough, ninety per cent of these were in her head. Her psychic gift was real and pure, and although she never knew exactly why, she had somehow learned to deal with it.Twenty-four years and counting, the journey was a long one, but she figured out each passing day, one day at a time.“Almost time, guys,” Bhavini called out. She was the princess of the Yadav household; Dark, full hair, the most banging body and a perfect figure eight. Isha always tried as much as she could to shut her third eye whenever Bhavini came a

The monitor's beeping told her where she was, but she didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes. She knew she had been out for a while, but wasn’t sure exactly how long, and she didn’t care; she loved the calm. She was aware she wasn’t alone, but she didn’t need any sympathy; she just wanted to rest.Loud footsteps dragged into the room, and she felt someone hover above her, checking for a pulse.“She’s alright.” She heard the Doctor tell her companion in the room. “There’s nothing serious; she is just stressed and needs to rest. Please give her some space; the nurses will check on her frequently.”“Thank you, I’ll be in the hallway. Please let me know if she needs anything.” That voice….. That wasn’t Zayn, but it sounded so familiar. It was deep and a little too loud, one of the Yadav brothers?Nodding, the Doctor replied, “Will do.”Everywhere returned to normal, and Isha wasted another ten minutes before opening her eyes. A drip line was connected to her veins, and a tube was inserted into

Her lips were already swollen from the way he’d claimed her mouth earlier, but Zayn wasn’t done teasing. He kept her on her back for what felt like an eternity, mouth latched onto one heavy breast while his hand mauled the other. He sucked hard on her nipple until it pebbled painfully against his tongue, then bit down just enough to make her arch and whine. “These fucking tits,” he growled against her skin, voice low and filthy. “So goddamn perfect. Look at them—bouncing for me already, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He slapped the side of her breast, watching it jiggle, then pinched the nipple hard, twisting until she gasped. “You love it when I use them like this, don’t you? My dirty little slut.”Myra’s back bowed off the bed. “Yes—fuck, Zayn, please…” Her voice cracked, already wrecked.He switched to the other breast, sucking deeper, tongue flicking brutally while his free hand slid between her thighs, spreading her soaked folds but refusing to give her his fingers yet. He r

After waiting so many agonising days without a single word from Myra, Zayn decided it was time to call a spade a spade. His mind had been consumed by her—by the memory of her tight, dripping cunt and especially those heavy, perfect tits he couldn’t stop fantasising about mauling. He had neglected the one person who had stood by him for years. Myra Mohan didn’t deserve the cold distance he’d given her, and tonight he was going to fix that. Isha had left him when he needed her most, then ghosted him again, as if their history meant nothing. Fuck her. Right now, all he wanted was to bury his face between Myra’s fat tits, mark them up, and remind his queen exactly who she belonged to.He heard her car pull in. The two minutes it took her to climb the stairs felt like pure torture. When she finally stepped through the door, she froze at the sight of him waiting with a bouquet of deep red roses. She looked exhausted, stressed, unhappy—and the guilt hit him like a punch. Without a word, he dr

The sound of plates annoyed Isha, and it wasn’t just because they meant she had work to do but….. Yep, it was just that. Every servant in the Yadav household had a role to play, and for Isha, her responsibilities included cooking and housekeeping. Her schedule ran from 8 am to 4 pm but by 4 am, the overzealous workers in charge of serving would be up, cleaning the dishes and setting the table, telling Isha and her cooking team it was left for them to get the food ready. As a result, she was always up earlier than she would love to, meaning she worked overtime, for which she was never compensated.Gayathri ran the Yadav household, and she did it with a strict hand. She always ensured everything was in place at the right time, and the helps knew better than to annoy her. Being the woman who held the power family together, she had so much pride, dismissing anyone at the slightest provocation and just being Gayathri. She occasionally strolled in during their work hours and carried out insp