|the naive rebel|
━━━━ ♛ ━━━━xli | the thorn laden path
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Hey! Here's an early update. Next chapter will be up tomorrow (late night) I am on a roll, ain't I?Proofread, but if you do find some errors-you know what to do. ;-)
Confession: I love writing Ishaan's point of views. They give me a different vibe. Inaayat's pov is more from my vision but Ishaan's help me play with scenarios that I have never dealt with and Third person's gives me a chances to play with words.
Question:
Whose point of view is your favourite?
Ishaan, Inaayat or Third person's.
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ISHAAN
━━━━ ♛ ━━━━Denial.
Experiencing it is like smoking a cigar, you know it's injurious to health yet some thick minded people do it anyway.
Exactly, denial does nothing but grow like an alien species on your habitat, growing and nurturing and reproducing while you (& your sanity) are pushed to the periphery-suffocating you.
As we speak of how I decided to be a smart person and break the shell of my denial's egg, right now at this very moment-I want nothing but to slither back into the swamp of denial and die.
Question is how can I convert a very (emphasize 'very') awkward situation into a less awkward (normal) situation slash how the fuck can I run out of this room?
This room never felt so smothering and throttling and congested and overcrowded, but today it's all of those. The ventilation is poor or am I perspiring way too much, I don't know the answer to that. But, what I do know is how fine my luck is when I get to have a girlfriend and meet her way too uptight dad on the very same day.
Or wait, is she even my girlfriend, yet?
I could have claimed to that one if and only if her father hadn't disturbed our moment-virtually. He had called Inaayat and had immediately called her to the headquarters and soon after I was called to inform about the same.
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