.The Forgotten Pages The city was alive that evening, though the sun was tired. It hung low in the sky, scattering orange light across the crowded streets of Ahmedabad. The smell of roasted peanuts and frying pakoras drifted through the bazaar, mingling with the dust that rose from hurried footsteps. Stalls stood in rows like impatient storytellers, each one eager to draw attention—bright sarees fluttering in the wind, cheap jewelry twinkling under fading sunlight, and second-hand books stacked in untidy heaps.
Whispers of the Diary - 2
Chapter 2 – The Voice Between the LinesSleep was a stranger that night. Though Ananya had promised herself she rest, the black diary kept tugging at her mind, its presence on her desk heavier than the pile of textbooks beside it. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw those words again—“Some loves are not meant to be spoken aloud…”Finally, surrendering to temptation, she threw off her blanket, pulled the lamp closer, and opened the diary once more.The second entry stared at her like a secret meant only for her.“I don’t know why I write. Maybe to survive the ...Read More