Ocean's Breath Plateau bajrangi bhaijaan

chakliux was a battle-scarred young man, old wounds cutting clearly through his white pelt. still, he had a kind look to him, and aditya gave him a pleasant nod and a smile.

call me aditya, he replied. or adi, even. i'm well, chakliux—how are you?

talking to the man he'd heard much about just reminded him of the all-too obvious absence of his son. where was arjun? why had he gone? aditya grappled with the idea that he was hurt or dead out there, somewhere, and nothing to do about it.

his heartbeat grew faster, and he licked his lips in an attempt to keep the anxiety down.