Ocean's Breath Plateau bajrangi bhaijaan

you and me both, aditya replied, allowing the worry to finally bubble to the surface. his mouth pulled taut, his eyes turbulent. it's not like him. but it's like me, chakliux—and i worry that he's inherited the worst of myself.

he started to walk, shifting to the wet, packed sand so that he was not hindered in movement. chakliux, i was not a good father, he admitted. i never have been. i've been in and out, around, all over—i've not been the family man i needed to be.

adi glanced over to the white wolf. i never knew my father, either, he continued. and i—like i said, i worry that it's inherited. i worry that there's some sort of. . .curse in the bloodline.

he sniffed, taking a deep breath in. how are your children, chakliux? he asked, an emphasis on your that belied his knowledge of the multi-sire litters.