The Alpha Killed My Husband

PITHOLE OF DEPRESSION

There is a limit till which everything can be tolerated. There is a line of acceptance which is drawn. Some of us adhere to it while others mistakenly overstep it.

Personally, I don't like crossing boundaries. I am more of a complying type than a rebellious counterpart.

However, the temptation to overstep can't be avoided. It's luring. There can't be times when we find ourselves questioning the need for boundaries. We resist with all our might. However, we eventually give in.

I don't understand the need for me to ponder but I am usually deep in thought. It's overpowering and compelling.

'We have to prepare for the next level, Rudransh.' Aary speaks. A small smirk graced her lips upwards. She had been in an unusually pleading mood today. I nod and close the file.

'I don't remember when was the last time we talked outside the ambit of business. I will prepare with you but this evening is only for us. Can I have that soulmate? ' I ask with a tilt of my head.

My Canary has grown up recently. I can feel the change. It can be her or it can be I but the change is pleasant.