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Chapter 25

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N A N D I N I

I was turning twenty one tomorrow.

The idea of spending my birthday together with him for the first time made me happy and nervous at the same time. It was one full year since I've known Manik and the fact that we've been through so much mostly together made my head spin.

There was a part of me that hated him for doing whatever he did to my father, and there was another part of me that hated all the other parts of me because they couldn't hate him. If there's anything my heart did, it was to love him.

I was embarrassed about my heart not being able to hate him after all he did to me, but I was never ashamed of it. How can one be ashamed of love?

And today, it seems all worth it. The pain, the hatred, the tears, the anger, the holding on and the letting go, the love and the promises, the laugh and the frustration, the darkness and the light, the truth and all those lies were all worth it for a minute of me with Manik and I had much more than a minute with him.

I had a lifetime more, and I knew he'd always be a part of my life now.

There was no going away. I didn't see a future with him. But I saw him in my future. Surely, there was a difference between the two and I was okay with it. As long as he would be there, everything would be alright.

A few knocks disturbed my thoughts and I left my notepad aside. Sometimes, on days like these, I loved writing and was even going to pick up writing as my profession. But I didn't, because I loved adding realistic touches to everything I write and the audience wouldn't be ever happy with that.

Every person chooses books to escape the reality for a while, to live a fairytale in someone else's shoes. No one liked reading about the darkness in real or accept the truth that fairy tales exist only in books, because even in real life, even the most beautiful stories end in grave.

But a girl like me who craved reality, wanted a happy ending of her own too. If this was Manik and my story, then deep down, I knew my heart fluttered by the idea of having a happy ending. This story wouldn't be of a princess and a princess charming that started with 'once upon a time' or end with a 'happily ever after'. It would be a story of a boy who was tainted and a girl who loved too much, a story that started with hate and ended—... well, I'd never want it to end. This would be our story, and I'd have it no other way.

I realised I had zoned out again. "Hey!" Mukti sat near me and I smiled at her. I agreed to leave from Zubin's because Mukti wanted to dress me up and it was a difficult, difficult task to convince her brother to let me and Mukti leave with Zubin. After a thousand warnings to not hurt either of us, he let us go.