All Chapters of Unravelling The Eve Within: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11 On Shaky Grounds

The restaurant was fancy, and the dinner was lovely, but tonight Isha couldn’t even look at Zayn. He praised her looks the whole time, fingers brushing her cheek, calling her his wonderful Isha, yet her mind was elsewhere. After they finished, they strolled to the attached hotel. “Where are we going?” she asked, chuckling nervously as they reached the receptionist. “A room, please. Elite.” Zayn paid without hesitation, took the keycard, and led her inside. The second the door locked behind them, Isha crashed into his arms, kissing him like she was drowning. He pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, voice already rough with hunger. “You know how we have to keep it quiet at home? Tonight I’m going to devour every inch of you — especially these fat fucking tits I’ve been starving for.” He kissed her deeply and filthily, tongue claiming her mouth while his hands roamed. She pulled away shyly for a second, but he sat on the edge of the bed and dragged her between his s

Chapter 12 Weird and More Weird

Butter cookies were her favourite, but as Vivi kneaded the dough on the kitchen counter, Myra wasn’t interested. Her mind was miles away, tangled in worry she couldn’t shake. She had a massive photoshoot tomorrow and orientation tonight, but none of it mattered. She was supposed to be prepping her tan, hitting the spa — instead, she was haunted by a man she wasn’t sure she knew anymore.“I know she’s up to something,” Vivi muttered, punching the dough harder. “I just need to find out what it is.”“Be careful, girl. You’re going to get yourself killed. Walking around at night isn’t safe for a woman like you,” Myra warned.“The guy who was killed that night — the office camera caught him the week before, hanging around the lot by her car. I don’t know what the hell was going on.”“Please stop, Vivi.” Myra’s voice cracked. “I don’t need to hear that right now.”Vivi set the flour-and-butter mixture aside and sucked the sticky remnants off her fingers with a loud, wet pop. She leaned acros

Chapter 13 Dark Waves

Uptown Delhi glowed like a dream under the soft amber haze of evening lights, the most beautiful corner of India alive with distant laughter, the scent of jasmine, and the promise of everything Isha had ever wanted. She and Zayn walked hand in hand, pausing to snap photos, her laughter bright as she leaned into his chest, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. Every future she had dreamed of felt possible tonight.They stopped at the whimsical Unicorn Sundae café for melting cones of ice cream, then wandered off the main path into the narrow, leafy tracks that led down to the hidden lake. To their delight, the water was completely deserted — a secret paradise fed by clean city runoff, kept pristine by the government.“Hold on!” Zayn shouted, laughing as he pushed through the thick shrubs behind her.Isha giggled ahead. “Keep up, Mr CEO!” She reached the water’s edge, spun once, then peeled off his oversized polo shirt. Underneath, she wore a delicate black lace bra that barely

Chapter 14 Girl to Girl

The plan was simple: stay unnoticed. Myra slipped into the gym in tight black joggers that hugged her ass and a cropped sports bra that barely contained her full, heavy breasts. The fabric stretched taut across her chest, the deep valley of her cleavage already glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Dark glasses hid her eyes, and her ponytail bounced with every step, drawing more than a few glances. She scanned the room until she spotted Isha at the corner of the treadmill.Myra’s stomach twisted with something darker than anger — a hot, unwelcome flash of jealousy that made her nipples tighten against the thin bra. *Those are the same tits Zayn buried his face in. The same soft, slutty udders he sucked and slapped and marked while he fucked her senseless.*She walked to the receptionist, flashed a practised smile, and paid cash. “A month, please. Name’s Abitha Solan.”Things had gone nuclear with Zayn. The second he’d let Isha’s name slip, Myra had known. She remembered the girl from

Chapter 15 A Friend in Need

It had been four days since her encounter with Myra, and Isha couldn't deny that she felt like the most stupid person on the planet, overwhelmed by regret and confusion. The funny part was that she knew she had no right to be angry, since the guy was in a relationship with someone else. Officially, he belonged to Myra, but then she couldn't get the picture of him being in bed with her. It disturbed her in ways she didn't expect, making her question everything.Her hurt was too much. It nearly crushed her, but she needed to keep moving, which she did. She stopped answering his calls and generally avoided him. She tried to look on the bright side, like him not dying, which was good, right?As usual, the Yadavs had a get-together dinner, something they frequently did to boost their political involvement and expand their territory. Today, she was to serve, and she tried her best to stay calm when she saw Zayn seated among the VIPs. Of course, he had been invited; he was considered one of t

Chapter 16 Once Beaten, Twice Shy

Myra stepped through the front door of their penthouse, and the storm outside felt like it had followed her in. Rainwater dripped from her gym bag onto the marble floor. Her thighs still trembled faintly from the locker-room encounter, her nipples tender beneath the damp sports bra. The anonymous voice on the phone kept echoing: *The creature only hunts those who touch what belongs to the goddess… or the men who love the women who do.*Zayn was at the kitchen island, shirtsleeves rolled up, pouring two glasses of wine as if nothing in the world had shifted. The sight of him — broad shoulders, the familiar crease between his brows — twisted something sharp in her chest.“Hey,” he said, voice warm, automatic. He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms before she could speak. His hand slid down her back, settling possessively on the curve of her ass. “You’re soaked. Rough workout?”Myra let herself lean into him for a second, breathing in the scent of his cologne and the faint trace

Chapter 17 Showers of Blessings

Isha knelt alone in the small temple room at the back of the Yadav house, the storm now reduced to a steady drizzle against the carved windows. Incense smoke curled around her like a living thing. She had come here straight from Zayn’s arms, still carrying the scent of him on her skin.Her hands trembled as she lit another stick of sandalwood.Goddess, I begged you for clarity, she thought, pressing her forehead to the cool stone floor. You gave me the storm. You gave me his child growing inside me. And still you show me the lake.The vision from earlier flashed again — the glowing crown wrapped in the creature’s coils, Zayn’s hand slipping from hers, blood blooming in black water. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the image only sharpened.He almost told Myra everything tonight. I felt it the moment he kissed me goodbye. The guilt in his touch. The way his fingers lingered on my breasts like he was memorising them in case he never got to touch them again.Isha sat back on her heels and

Chapter 18 To Hell with Fate

They caught her at her most vulnerable, overwhelmed by Zayn's issues. When she realised she had been set up, she gave up, feeling defeated. There was no fight; she knew it was either the 78-carat crown or her life, and for such a huge amount, her attackers wouldn’t need a conference to decide to kill her. She let them take everything that had meant the world to her, sinking into despair. The memory stayed with her, vivid as if it were happening now. She and her crew had been heading to the Triumph Hall on East Lane for the Oscars. When asked to bring her crown, she knew it was a bad idea. She understood that all eyes would be on her at such a huge event. If it were in India, it would be a shame not to witness it. Showing up without her crown would be a disrespect to her country and her identity, making the crown more than just jewellery-it was her symbol. Near home, she and Vivi sat behind the car seat and talked about the event's outcome, laughing and sharing memories. She had plann

Chapter 19 In the Eye of the Storm

A Journey of Connection. Everyone in town was shopping for the next three days and rushing home to avoid getting caught up in the storm predicted by the weather forecasters. It was expected to hit in four hours and last for three days. It was a big-time rush, but Zayn wasn't a part of it. He needed to get things cleared up with Isha. Myra was gone, and that was a good thing. He just needed to see her, and despite the advice from his closest friends, he couldn't wait for the storm to pass without her. He wasn't sure he would make it without her.He was informed that she was out when he got to the Yadav household. It was her day off, and she had gone out, as usual. Only some people knew where. He called her several times, and she didn't pick up. He was a confused man in Delhi.He drove back to the Yadav household and met with one of the helpers."You should go home; this storm will be here anytime." She said, picking different saree colours from the clothes line where they had been lef

Chapter 20 A Storm of Choices

Maybe the storm was a blessing in disguise — a fierce, roaring sign from the universe that they were finally allowed to choose each other again. The rain hammered the windows like a thousand heartbeats, thunder rolling across the sky as if the heavens themselves were cheering them on. They had talked for hours, laying bare every fear, every wound, every beautiful possibility. They had weighed the pain, the secrets, the woman waiting back home — and still they chose this. They chose forever.Isha had never seen her own future so clearly. When she closed her eyes and reached for visions, Zayn’s face was always there — steady, loving, hers. The darkness that sometimes blurred the edges felt distant now, unimportant. She had communed with the goddess earlier, heart open, and made her vow: if this love cost her everything, she would follow him even into the afterlife. For once, her soul felt at rest. She wanted nothing more than to be held by him, filled by him, to carry his child and buil

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