Cursed Endurance

Ibhaan’s Head:

‘When it’s going to end, huh? I might as well become a skeleton here. It’s unedurable Alpha. Help me! Help. Me.’ Kavish groaned, rolling his eyes. Miraculously, he reciprocates the smiles thrown his way when internally he could be a screaming mess for all we know.

‘True, what’s the point of dragging it so long when it will only last no more than a day?’ Subhaan deadpanned, nibbling on the crispy starter. His deep blue eyes search the massive hall for the familiar face of his mate who has been stolen away by some international delicacies. Adrian, the only non-Alpha in the group, meanwhile plays with the tissue—moulding it in some eccentric shape like he always does.

‘Two whole keynote speakers droning monotonously about the all the pseudo-accomplishments of barely their FS. Nothing sexier than shrimp cocktails and an hour and a half of speeches on eternal love. Esh! Can you find anything more fascinating?’ Gusteau, Subhaan’s ever so silent and genius Beta, grunts