Author_Noctrune

**HAPPYY MAHASHIVRATRIII MY CUTUS! ️❤️**
          	
          	May Mahadev bless you with all your dreams, and secretly, may you all find your Mahadev just like Maa Parvati found her. 
          	
          	A small gift from my side on this divine day. 
          	Phase 3: Hatred ends with Chapter 43.  
          	
          	The banner of Phase 4 drops tonight at 8 PM, so make sure you've read the story till here because the "4th and LAST phase of the book" is gonna make you cry—not because of sadness, but tears of happiness. ❤️
          	
          	Hold your seatbelts tight because now, officially and editingly.
          	
          	Duet 1 bids its bye in the next 10 chapters. 
          	
          	Happy Mahashivratri once again, my cutus! ️

Author_Noctrune

**HAPPYY MAHASHIVRATRIII MY CUTUS! ️❤️**
          
          May Mahadev bless you with all your dreams, and secretly, may you all find your Mahadev just like Maa Parvati found her. 
          
          A small gift from my side on this divine day. 
          Phase 3: Hatred ends with Chapter 43.  
          
          The banner of Phase 4 drops tonight at 8 PM, so make sure you've read the story till here because the "4th and LAST phase of the book" is gonna make you cry—not because of sadness, but tears of happiness. ❤️
          
          Hold your seatbelts tight because now, officially and editingly.
          
          Duet 1 bids its bye in the next 10 chapters. 
          
          Happy Mahashivratri once again, my cutus! ️

Author_Noctrune

As a student, I understand the current crisis gripping our country perhaps better than most adults.
          
          When a young person dies by suicide, society often dismisses it with a casual, "It must have been the pressure." But has anyone ever stopped to ask: who is responsible for that pressure? Parents? Maybe. A fear of failure? Probably. Failed institutions? Absolutely.
          
          In India, hundreds of thousands of students pour their lives into preparing for competitive exams—NEET, JEE, UPSC, NDA, and so many others. When news breaks that these exams were compromised and papers were leaked, it does not just jeopardize the future of our youth; it exposes a systemic failure. You can call it an oversight or a lack of accountability once. But when it happens repeatedly, the youth have no choice but to question the entire system.
          
          We live in a reality where questions are buried under empty promises—bribes of seats in dream universities, tickets to win elections, or outright, forced silence. We call ourselves citizens of a democracy. But ask yourselves: do we truly live in one? Democracy is supposed to be of the people, by the people, and for the people. We have every right to hold those in power accountable, yet they refuse to answer.
          
          We asked questions—not just one or two of us, but an entire generation demanding answers. We did not resort to violence; we marched peacefully toward Parliament. And how were we met? With brutal force. Where did our constitutional right to protest disappear? Male constables manhandled female students. Students were beaten until they bled. Tear gas was deployed, and batons fitted with spikes were used against us. And yet, you still claim this government is for the people.
          
          [There is more I need to say, it is continued in the comment section, please read from there. This message's limit has reached.]

Author_Noctrune

Let one thing be absolutely clear to those sitting in the highest corridors of power: You did not inherit this country. This country is a loan we, the people, extended to you. You borrowed this power from us, and your installments are paid in accountability and answers. When you fail to pay those installments—not once, not twice, but consistently—it is time for you to resign.
            
            If we, the people, have the power to vote you into those chairs, we have the power to take them away. You can suppress us, but you cannot suppress the truth. We are not asking for favors. We are demanding answers, and we will not be silenced.
            
            You tell us democracy is alive, but democracy cannot breathe behind barricades. The Constitution guarantees us the right to speak, to protest, and to question those in power. Yet, when the youth came to hold you accountable, your only response was batons, tear gas, and silence.
            
            The privileges you enjoy exist only because you wear a crown made of our votes and our trust. Once you lose that trust, you fall straight to the ground. When you finally have to stand before the students stripped of your political armor, know this: no amount of police force will be able to protect your failures.
            
            We demand your resignation, Education Minister!
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Author_Noctrune

Hi!
          
          First of all, I know not even a single follower of mine probably cares, but I still owe my *silent followers* an explanation.
          
          I'm going on a break.
          
          And by "break," I don't mean 15 days, a month, or two. I mean **9 whole months**.
          
          Now I know exactly what bell started ringing in your head after hearing *9 months*. Sorry to disappoint... I ain't on *that* leave. 
          
          I have my **board exams**.
          
          I genuinely thought I'd be able to manage everything, but clearly, I can't. I haven't uploaded reels on Instagram, can't even edit one or two, and writing has become equally difficult.
          
          I did promise you all the complete **Duet 1**, and I'll give it to you by **Sunday**. *(Hopefully for sure this time. )*
          
          After that, this year needs my full attention—my studies and academics. So I'm taking a **9-month break**.
          
          I'll try to post once in a while until December, but no promises. If you've been through a board year, you already know that **December to March** is absolute chaos.
          
          I'll also *try* to post chapters of **Duet 2** if I manage to write... which I probably won't. So again—**no promises.**
          
          I know I'm a super lazy author. I know I mess things up... actually, almost every single time.  But this break is something I genuinely need.
          
          I'm not saying goodbye—I'm just saying I won't be posting regularly. Maybe you'll see me once in a blue moon. Maybe you won't. I honestly don't know.
          
          I just felt like you deserved an explanation instead of me disappearing.
          
          If you want to wait for me, thank you from the bottom of my heart. And if you don't, I completely understand. I can't ask you to put your reading journey on hold.
          
          If you've read this far, at least leave me a **thumbs up** or an **okay** in the comments. I know I probably won't get many, but I'd really appreciate one. 
          
          **Yours, and only yours,**
          **Akashya**

Author_Noctrune

UPDATE 
          
          The first half of **Duet 1** is now live! ✨
          
          The second half is currently in its final editing stage and will be published by **next Thursday**.
          
          Thank you for being patient with me. I wanted to make sure every chapter was polished and worth the wait. I can't wait for you all to experience the rest of Nirriti and Devansh's story. ❤️

Author_Noctrune

ENOUGH MAN!
          
          I AIN'T GONNA POST A SINGLE WORD UNTIL YOU GUYS COMPLETE TARGETS. ITS HIGH TIME NOW. 
          
          YOU COME. 
          READ.
          AND GONE!
          
          NO COMMENTS.
          NO VOTES. 
          
          OKAY THEN, FINE!
          I ALSO WON'T POST ANYTHING ON WATTPAD.
          
          I AM ABOUT TO GO ON A 4-5 MONTH LONG BREAK IN NOVEMBER. I WAS PLANNING TO GIVE ATLEAST 15-20 CHAPTERS TILL THEN. 
          
          BUT OKAY! 
          
          NO CHAPTERS FOR YOU!
          
          COMMENT DOWN YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR REVIEWS. 
          IF YOU DONT LIKE ANY PART LET ME KNOW THAT TOO NA. 
          
          IT FEELS LIKE I AM WRITING TO GHOSTS NOW.