Ibhaan’s Head: It was dark outside when my eyes flung open. The looming darkness found its acquaintances with chilly silence. I gasped to fill my lungs, feeling the walls imbibing closer. The disturbing flashes responsible for perturbation wouldn’t waiver. “I’d never forgive you, you unfaithful dog! One who cannot be faithful to himself is no good at all. You are gonna rot in hell, Alpha. I curse you!” The shaking voice echoes in my ear. I clap both my palms over them to prevent the heartbreaking scream. ‘NO!’ I scream. ‘I DIDN'T MEAN IT. I AM SORRY. I DIDN'T MEAN IT.’ My heart pierces into pieces. But my mouth is sealed. I am helpless and vulnerable.The tear-stained face flashes before my eyes. It was a horrifying sight that has been itching my brain for years now. That face when the soul freed itself from his body…I could never get over it no matter what.“Ibhaan, you dirty douchebag! Tell Em. Tell Me the truth! I didn't do it. Y-you did this to me.” The loud shrills broke my

‘It is what?’ Julie gaps at me across the seat. Her voice shrills over the street crowd accommodating the food street to the west of the Mansion. Beside me Lily squirms in her seat, clutching her stomach. She mumbles a pathetic ‘excuse me’ and scurries off to the first public both she could spot. It ain’t that far yet two amongst the little army of guards chase after her shamelessly. Jeez! A female can’t poop in peace these days. I look around at the rest eleven with as much disdain I could muster. They stay adamantly glued to the ground, swirling over like a flock of hawks. The threat is loud in the air. “The area being guarded is forbidden. Stay off!” ‘Some sort of Anniversary.’ I deadpan. My eyes narrow at a certain familiar face with a certain blue-head pale complexion wolf strolling on the beach. The taller one points at something in the distance and bursts out laughing. He tackles the bluehead to the ground who makes a face nonetheless chuckles at his acquaintance’s absur

‘We are going to dine here?’ I gape at the colossal premise of sheer luxury. Dhairya, that thrice stingy asshole, did not have the brain cell to think anything closer to this. ‘Yeah.’ Ibhaan shrugs as if it is the most obvious of the things to spend his wealth on something as extravagant as this. The hotel is exquisite and least to say opulent. I only remember seeing such a grandeur palace on weekly Magazine covers in past years. Speaking of which, I remember how I am neglecting writing these days. I have not penned down once in almost forever. He is making me forget the only thing that gives me so much pleasure. What used to be a daily habit has become a rarely touched treasure in less than a week all thanks to his royal almightiness. Ibhaan’s easiness has started to rub off on me like a filthy poop-bacteria. At this rate, I am going to catch the flu soon. The whole drama of becoming Luna, trying to accustom to this completely absurd lifestyle, and figuring out my confus

THE DEN where Ibhaan spends most of his time, forming plans, taking over strategies, and authenticating documents is his mini universe—a world in the galaxy that the Mansion is. It is the place where he makes plans to bring glorious Empires down, lure clients in his favour, deal with the manipulative sharks, and supereminent the superpower alongside playing ‘good-friends’ with the natural terrorists—the Grim Reapers. I have read all about the technicalities of the floor. It’s a specially designed platform that can survive fire, flood, and earthquakes. All of the visitors are bound under an NDA whereas only the eligible staff is allowed entry on the stringent terms. There are sensors to register the biometrics of each individual. Every motion is under the radar. It’s highly automatic and invisible to the naked eye. However, the dread of feeling eyes on you is deafening. Fortunately, there aren’t any special regulations for the would-be Luna of the Mansion as there aren’t for the A

Ibhaan's Head: It is clear frosty weather today, spreading a soothing sensation in the air. I smile at the swarm of professional personnel eying me greedily with expectations. The curtness in me urges me to play some more. Damn! How I love watching them suffering in anticipation with their heart in their mouths. Serves them right! I have endured their bullshit for hours. ‘I shall see!’ I nod, intertwining my palms on the table. I mask my expression in a frozen unreadable face letting the serious business-type demeanour take over. From my peripheral vision, I watch as Kavish takes over already. He knows me well. Way too well… ‘We’d like to get more information on slide six and page 453, 878, 879, 652, and 564 in your report.’ Kavish deadpans looking to and fro between his tablet and the old sulking rag. The sincerity in the boardroom is getting on my nerves. I am exhausted, drained out of energy, and almost on the verge of death. Yet I cannot scream my lungs out. I want to t