Vanika picks the next diary, before she can flips the cover, Arnit insists, "Please search the next one of it. I want to know what Mr. Rathore actually did with her!!"

Suryansh annoyingly says, "Please bro, you don't have any patience. I don't think you are even ready to know about their story. I don't think we should judge him based on single situation."

Durbika agrees, "Exactly, I agree Dad is little rude person, but based on the diary, mom the way falling in love with him, craving him. I am sure there was some misunderstanding. And if he couldn't kidnap her, then he would lose her to another man forever. And please you also kill people like nothing."

Ulrika holds Arnit's elbow to calm her down, "Love is twisted emotion, it can has jealousy, possessiveness and also misunderstanding. And we all know, how much pain he is enduring."

Arnit tries to lit another cig but Ulrika snatches from him, drops her head on his shoulder.

The slient smile spreads on everyone's lips, and they start reading the first page of the diary.

𝒩ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓃𝓃ℴ𝒸ℯ𝓃𝓉 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒸𝒶𝓃 ℯ𝓍𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈. ℰ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓃ℊℯ𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁.

ℐ 𝓁ℴ𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 ℐ 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒿ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃ℊ, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒽𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓉. ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓈ℯℯ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒽ℯ𝓇, ℐ ℊℴ𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓇ℊℯ 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷ℯ ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓇ℯ𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝒪𝓇 ℐ 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒻ℴ𝓇ℊℯ𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓁ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁 ℴ𝒻 𝒽ℯ𝓇, ℴ𝒻 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓋ℴ𝒾𝒸ℯ, ℴ𝓇 ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈.

ℐ 𝒶𝓂 ℊ𝓇𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉ℴ𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉ℴ ℊℴ 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓎 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎. ℐ𝓉’𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓌ℯ 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ ℴ𝓃ℯ, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒻𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒸𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝒶𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒶𝒾ℊ𝓃𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓌ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓃'𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾ℯ𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌ℯ 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹 𝓇ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎. 𝒮ℴ 𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒶 𝓉𝓌ℴ-𝓇ℴℴ𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎, ℯ𝓃𝓁𝒶𝓇ℊℯ𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓉ℴ 3 𝒻𝓁ℴℴ𝓇𝓈, 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃 8-𝓇ℴℴ𝓂 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ. ℐ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 ℊℴℴ𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 ℐ 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 ℯ𝓂𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓋ℯ𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎 ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓌ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℊ𝒾𝓇𝓁-𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 ℐ 𝒸𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓅ℴ𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓈 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓀ℯℯ𝓅𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶 ℊℴℴ𝒹 𝒾𝓂𝒶ℊℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝓈ℴ𝒸𝒾ℯ𝓉𝓎. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓊𝓈. ℰ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓂ℴ𝓈𝓉 ℴ𝓊𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓉, 𝒱𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉ℴℴ𝓀 𝓂ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ, 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒟𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒾𝓂𝓅ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓀.

𝒲𝒽ℯ𝓃 ℐ 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓀ℯ, ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒻𝒶. ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 ℊℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉ℴ 𝒸ℴ𝓃ℊ𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒻𝒶 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 ℐ 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹𝓈, “𝒜𝓇ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓀𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓂ℯ? 𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓅ℴ𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓈 ℊℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉ℴ 𝒸𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇𝒾𝒷𝒷ℴ𝓃! ℐ𝓉’𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎, ℋ𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓉. 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓇ℯ𝓆𝓊ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓈?”

𝒮𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓈ℴ 𝓉𝓇𝒾ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ ℯ𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝒽ℯ 𝒾𝓃𝓋ℯ𝓈𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎, 𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 ℊℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉ℴ ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃 𝒾𝓉. 𝒲ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒹ℴ 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ. 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝒾ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁ℴ𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ. ℐ 𝒶ℊ𝓇ℯℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ. 𝒮𝒽ℯ ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹, “ℒ𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓃, 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓂ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝓎ℴ𝓃ℯ ℯ𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹. ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷ℯ 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯℴ𝓃ℯ, 𝓉𝒽ℯ 8𝓉𝒽 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈, 𝒾𝓈 ℊℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉ℴ ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎. 𝒟ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂ℯ 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇, 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ 𝒶 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴ𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓊𝓈.”

ℐ 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓌𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓈ℴ-𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒹 𝓇𝓊𝒹ℯ, 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝒸ℯ, ℐ 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓃𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒻𝒶 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓀ℯ, “𝒞ℴ𝓃ℊ𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈, ℳ𝒾𝓈𝓈. 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒻𝒶. ℐ ℊ𝓊ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓅ℯℴ𝓅𝓁ℯ 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓈𝒻𝒾ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝒶𝓂 ℊℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉ℴ 𝒸𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇𝒾𝒷𝒷ℴ𝓃, 𝒽𝓊𝒽?”

ℐ ℊ𝓊ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓈ℯ 𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓈𝓅ℴ𝓉 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓃ℊℯ𝓇, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒻𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 6’2” 𝒽ℯ𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉. ℐ 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝓅 𝒾𝒻 ℐ 𝒷ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓍𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝒶𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 5’2”. ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇, 𝓃ℴ ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓈 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 ℊℴℴ𝒹𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈. 𝒮𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒻𝓊𝓂𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃ℊℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅ℴ𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓃ℊℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓂ℯ, “𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ ℴ𝒻 ℯ𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅ℯ𝒶𝒸ℯ. 𝒩ℴ 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝒹ℴ𝓃'𝓉 ℊ𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝓂𝓅ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃ℴ𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀𝓈.”

𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂ℯ, 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒶 𝓉ℯℯ𝓃𝒶ℊℯ𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 ℐ 𝓂ℴ𝒸𝓀ℯ𝒹, “ℱ𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻, 𝒷ℯ ℴ𝓃ℯ ℐ𝒜𝒮 ℐ𝒫𝒮, 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 ℯ𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃.”

ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝒸𝓀, 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓊𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒶 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁ℯ𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒻𝒶 𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝒹ℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶 𝒫𝒽𝒟 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓁𝒾ℯ𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓈ℴ 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯℊℯ. ℐ 𝓂ℯ𝒶𝓃, ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹ℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓅𝒽𝒹! ℐ 𝒸ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁ℯ 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ, “ℐ𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝓉ℯℯ𝓃𝒶ℊℯ𝓇?” 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃ℯ𝒹, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁ℯ 𝓁𝒶𝓊ℊ𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝓃 25-𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇-ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎. ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃.

ℐ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ𝓁ℯ 𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓎, 𝓂𝓎 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝓇. ℒ𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝓅𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓂ℯ𝒹 ℴ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒶ℊℯ. ℐ 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒻𝒶 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓇, 𝒶𝓉 𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝓂ℯ. 𝒮ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ, 𝒾𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇ℯℯ𝓅𝓎. 𝒜𝓃𝓎𝓌𝒶𝓎, 𝒟𝒶𝒹 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂ℯ 𝒾𝓃𝓋ℴ𝓁𝓋ℯ𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓌ℴ𝓂𝒶𝓃. 𝒜𝒸𝒸ℴ𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉ℴ 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓅ℴ𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯℯ𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂ℴ𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯℯ𝓇. 𝒮ℴ, 𝒾𝓉 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒾𝓈, 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂, 𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉?

ℬ𝓊𝓉 ℳ𝒾𝓈𝓈, 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒹ℯ𝓈ℯ𝓇𝓋ℯ 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓃𝒶𝓂ℯ, 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯ𝒽ℴ𝓌 ℐ 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒻ℴ𝓇ℊℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊. 𝒲𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 ℐ 𝒻ℴ𝒸𝓊𝓈, 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓋ℴ𝒾𝒸ℯ, 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈, ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ, 𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹, 𝒸𝓊𝓉ℯ 𝒻𝒶𝒸ℯ?

𝒜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃ℴ𝓌 ℐ 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓉ℴ ℊℴ, 𝒱𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒹. 𝒜ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓂ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎. 𝒮ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉, ℯ𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝓅ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝓇 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒷ℯ𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓅ℯℴ𝓅𝓁ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉ℴ ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓃 𝓂ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎.

Everyone becomes awestruck. Arnit yawns loudly, “Relax, guys, it’s just a damn attraction. He had a crush on my mom. I am sure he did something nasty to get her.”
Suryansh pushes his thigh by kicking, “Bro, don’t spoil the mood, it’s just the first page.” Arnit kicks him back, “Why did you choose his diary first? I would love to know Mom’s point of view first.” 

Durbika spreads her hands, “Shut up, guys. According to the timeline, his diary comes first, which proves he liked her even before she started liking him. Obviously, we got the point from this, too.”

Vanika silently starts reading the next page when Sharan holds her hair tightly, “Heyyy, you can’t read alone, wait for us.”