" He looked apologetically at Duncan, then cleared his throat and continued despite the glare he received in return. "If I had a choice, if I had know... ... well, I'm not sure this is what I'd do. You should really rethink-"He was interrupted by a low growl, so canine-sounding I almost had to look to make sure he hadn't transformed back. "Rethink," Wulf scoffed. "I've done nothing but, since I became elven again. But answer me this – where else should I go? To an Alienage, to be treated like a. Long after my wife died from sepsis caused by complications from her ovarian cancer I wrote, ‘Waltzing With Jean,’ my tribute to the love of my life. In it I mentioned that following her second surgery, the head surgeon sat with me in the post-op waiting room. She held my hand while she bluntly told me that her best prognosis was that my wife had less then a 20% chance to make it to the five year mark. She also mentioned, and I don’t recall writing it, that the end would be very painful. At. Dusray din morning walking gaya or walk kar Kay feer usi jagha par aakar beth gaya woh uncle aaj Bhi aaya taa or mujay dekh kar thoda muskarya mainay Bhi Thodi smaily dee thodi dair baad woh uncle uthaa jaha hum bethay tay uskay saamnay Thodi jaadiya tee uncle nay jaadiyo ki or face kar Kay apni lungi ko gaand say upar kar Kay paisaab karnay laga usnay nichay kus bhi nahi pahna taa uski badi or moti saawali gaand mere saamnay tee jayada faasla bhi nahi. Main hairaan ho gaya ki yah pagal aisay. This feeling was very new to me but very charming. I slowly started to narrate my feelings to my wife, Ritu. As expected she immediately withdrew from the idea and also instructed me not think of this again. But i was not able to remove the thought from my Mind. It is not that i don’t love my wife. I do love my wife the most than anybody on earth. But this feeling was not ready to leave me. At least i wanted to See her being touched by somebody or doing flirt with somebody. Then i slowly.