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|the naive rebel|
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So, this is probably the last update for TNR.

Yes, part two of MINI will come, but when...that'll have to wait. IG.

until then, let's wave INAAYAT and TNR a farewell.

Also. oof. those who know-knoww, that Feb is gonna be pretty tough but I am still here on wattpad, lurking around. lol.

update as of 22.02.2021

Well, restarting to type it, it's been way too long but I have been genuinely so busy!

also, TNR completes one year day since its commencement, I had started it on. 28th Feb 2020 by posting its prologue. The chapter were posted after the 18th of March, but oof this day's special.

Today we are 62K views strong and it makes my heart swell to receive messages about the book even after it has completed.

i love you all so much. thank you!

Let's begin?

HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY! 🐣🥺

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Third Person
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It's beautiful that how even the miniature pebble can give you the joy of tossing and kicking it when you can hear the ripples and gushes of salty foamy water hitting the sandy shore. It's beautiful how you can stop your walk, and turn around to see your footprints imprinted on the gravel sand until a wave of water washes it for a new footprint.

It's like a plain white canvas, waiting to be filled with acrylics and for the artist to leave a masterpiece behind, only for the paper to be taken off, for a new drawing sheet to be clipped, for a fresh start.

You cannot always have that power, you know? To draw and erase, to scribble and tear, to paint and splash, to burn and throw. It's not always easy to go back to square one, it takes time, and sometimes you don't even have time.

When you speak, you lose the power to take the words back. For sure, you can manipulate those words, stick some more cheesy lines and turn it around but words that have been spoken cannot be chewed back again. And maybe, that's why you think before you speak, you need to be so sure, so confident that you won't ever have to take your works in back again.

The amber shies away as it plays hide and seek with those chirping birds, who try touching the gold to come across red and then when looked closer, it's tangerine. It's puny but that's how the sky plays. Unfair.

The sun's almost dipping its legs in the cold brackish water body. Half of it has been submerged while the other half enjoys the game, the scene and observes the people who in turn are gawking at its beauty.

Well, the sun's pretty shy, to begin with.

"What are you thinking so deeply?" Mishti's voice startles Inaayat who has her feet tucked in layers of sand. She can feel the coarseness between her toes as she turns to face her best friend standing right next to where she is seated.

"Uh?" Her mind was busy decoding the scenic aesthetics before her that she didn't realise when Mishti had gotten up. She brushes her palms together, cleaning it and stands up accompanying her friend.

They are quite grown up now, with Mishti heading abroad for her Masters and with Inaayat being a self-published writer of three books, now, they had grown up. Four years and some months later, they are still together. It's weird how her one mission had let her find some life long friendships.

"We have to change and also, I am starving." Mishti pats at her stomach as they walk passing the continuous murmuring and whispering of all the tourists resting and sunbathing at the beach.

It was almost getting dark and both of them had spent some major hours of the day there, with some splashes of water and some sun-bathing, they are now waiting to dive into some staple food.

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The pulsating and throbbing rhythms of the melodies fall on Inaayat's thrumming body. The night's young, almost ageing and waiting to fade away. The air feels sticky and sweaty as Inaayat and Mishti stand away from the crowd who are dancing under the glistening sky.

It is their solo trip, Inaayat had needed a break from her job and had to spend an ample amount of time with Mishti before she leaves. It's been a bittersweet moment for them, the parting. But, it's important and by now they have mastered the art of long-distance friendship.

"I know it is supposed to be us alone, but I am kinda missing the others..." Mishti slurs her words as they order some mocktails. The strict instruction from their friends, about bow they aren't supposed to get wasted when they aren't around to handle them. And well, drunk Inaayat and Mishti are true, epic spectacles to watch.

"How have you and Nikhil been taking it?" It is a deliberate move on Inaayat's part. She's aware of the brewing tension between them after they broke off. Not their best decision, but it was a conclusion established on their impulse. Between Nikhil's tight schedule and Mishti's college hours they somewhere lost their charm (they believed), something so normal in our real life.

There were ugly spats, confusion, miscommunications and they had mutually decided to break up once Mishti's transfer acted as a last nail in the coffin. However planned their decision had been, Inaayat knew that they were on the lines of regret, they are realising what they had and now they don't. Inaayat's bet? They are going to reconcile soon before she leaves, as they should. She has seen such relationships and knows that these ugly fights and miscommunications are just mere starters, and they foolishly haven't realised it. It was the first proper relationship they both were committed to, it is their right to fall, limp and crawl before they stand up together...stronger than before.

Well, she isn't a pro-master in relationships, but her relationship with Ishaan has been growing stronger than ever, just because he is the more mature one between those two. Inaayat knows how she have had thoughts of quitting when they fought, shouted at each other but he was always their stronger end. He came back to her, either to make her realise her fault or to accept that he was the one at fault.

They both are Alpha-headed people and so when Ishaan did accept his faults...she knew he will always be there, for her.

Mishti's eye glints as she explains how Nikhil and she have been talking, discussing stuff. Her answer's short, incomplete but Inaayat has gotten her answer.

They sip on their red freezing drinks when a man approaches them near the bar area. The fairy lights and scarce lighting hides his face until he is standing close to them.

Red buttoned shirt and black slacks, he purrs to them. "Hey ladies, mind getting me off?" Drunk and lost, Inaayat and Misthi shove him away even before he establishes his demand. They laugh at his sloppy tone and uncoordinated movements and crack some inappropriate jokes over his offer. Suck him off, as if.

The tunes and songs switch one after the other and the ladies just have fun watching them and talking over things, stuff and life.

"Aayu, can we go outside? I don't feel well..." She seems sick and tired. They head towards the beach area where they had spent their first half of the day.

Contrary to the slicked hums, the outside is calm and amicable, serene and beautiful. The magnified sound of those blue yet now shadowed water hitting the grain, the waves gurgling loud enough for her to cherish them. The air's salty and gravely.

Inaayat quickly slips off her sandals and sits on the beach, right before the water body. She hears Mishti sitting, too. They don't speak for a while and let the moment engrave itself in their souls.

"This is so beautiful. So magnificent. You know, I might pop here back again while I write my next. You should make it a rule to be back here, every year. Just we both. It's a treasure, no? What do you think?" Inaayat briefly pauses to close her eyes, the cool air breezes past her, and she loves it. The chills, the minute shivers, the contentment.

"You sure do talk a lot, but I never took you for a self-talker." The voice's crisp, and her ears perk at the sudden intrusion. She jerks her head behind to look at Ishaan, casually dressed up in a black plain tee paired with grey sweatpants. His hands tucked inside the pockets as he looks down at her with a gleaming smirk.

She blinks her eye, once and then twice. He had told her that he wasn't going to come along, hell-he had lectured her about Goa and how it's an epitome of crude behaviour.

"Why? What...how?" She is bewildered but it only amuses him while he saunters towards her, extending a hand for her to stand up. She clasps her hand around his, feeling the warmth and home.

"I am hoping you are happy?"

"Honestly? I am surprised, just." She plays with him as he doesn't leave her hand even after she stands on the dry sand. His fingers are wounded around hers, soft and cosy and wheedling.

They are near the cool liquid now, bare toes touching the salty foams and gusts filled with minerals and shore. The moon dances along the celestial twinklers, the sky's widespread of night and they are still and silent admiring the picturesque before their eyes.

"Why did you instruct me to not drink when you were going to show up randomly?" Her words carry petty teasings and stifle back a burst of cheery laughter.

"Because then I wouldn't be able to do this..." He is turning and fingers brush against her smooth skin, her eyes are curious and her cheeks are tainted with the white and black of the obscurity.

Breaths mingling, nose touching, lips brushing against each other as he leans a little lower and she stands on her tip-toes, the sand filling the space between her feet and ground. The grip's tight and coiling and intimate, as their lips meet. It's short yet saccharine, meaningful, way too much. There's mellowness and comfort and love, too much of it.

Foreheads plastered together and intermingling puffs, eyes closed and letting the darkness cocoon them where they can only feel each other's presence and none of the other things matter.

"Marry me." He pants, his eyes closed as hers open with a jolt. She looks at his face, any hint of a comic joke but he is serious. She knows it. Shell shocked she's too speechless to say anything, to respond.

"I mean..." He pauses and her mind started calculating and analysing, a stroke of disappointment flows but she chokes it back, gulps it and tries digesting the lingering 'but'.

"It's gonna be difficult, ought to be. I would have to be there to make sure you don't keep tripping and falling and tumbling and-"

"Ishaan."

"Yeah yeah. It is, though. Can't deny it. But...I promise to be there to hold, to catch you every time you fall or stumble, forever. And then you will have to put up with my mood swings...a secret, I know you love them." He throws in a sly wink of his, hands tighten around her waist as she looks at him, her eyes moistening.

"You know nothing about that, Mr. I barely put up with them." She's lying, her wide smile gives her away. He throatily chuckles and pulls her closer, too close.

"Right. I am serious, now. I want to be there with you...always. Want to be there when you are so frustrated writing at those fucking wee hours of the morning, want to be there with me when I wake up every morning and fight over breakfast and over pizza choices and over tea and coffee. Also, tea's superior. Want to be there to hold you, touch you..."

"I don't think I can handle and live with someone who prefers tea over coffee." Her tone's so subtle and yet, she's reaching for him. Fingers coiling around his hair, as she looks at him earnestly, solemnly.

This time when their lips meet, it seems different. The air seems to thicken, the waves crash more softly, the moon's weeping and the stars are pirouetting. The water rushes to immerse them in a hug of its own, only to be pulled back again. There's gold but then there's also red and yellow and violet, a fucking spectrum of their own love.

"I love you."

"Sadly, I love you too, bear." And their lips brush against and there are jiffy pauses before they are hugging and embracing and locking their souls together.

It didn't have to be extravagant, they know it. Even though he didn't particularly bend on his knee, or performed a practised speech before her, she knew that it was perfect. He said everything that would mean to her, and she reciprocated it.

Their love isn't bound to the rules given in the novels she seems to admire, but it was unique, rare and only theirs to keep to nurture. She knows how much ever he teases her clumsiness, he'll be there...to catch her when she falls.

Forever and Always, and that means the whole damn world to her.

*****

Who all are on the verge of getting diabetes?

I tried keeping it realistic and honest but oof, i think I failed!

But for Ishaayat, this was perfect ;-)

who doesn't need their man to hold and support them when they fall, either on a road surface or in life.

sorry for the delay, but oof i managed to post it on time.

Please do send in your *sweet ;-)* comments after you read this. My heart's weak and I don't honestly think I would settle for something less than this ;-) lol.

Love and love'

keep dodging the bullets,
you beauties ;-)


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