"Shut up..." I hissed under my breath, my brother shot a glare at me. Our older sister gritted her teeth and motioned for us to stay silent.
"Dad's going to find us," My brother, the ever so annoying Ayush, grumbled.
"He'll find us if you keep talking," I muttered under my breath, and our older sister, Dhristi, made a motion of choking us both. We both wisely quieted down, and Dhristi opened the door. Dad was fast asleep on the bed, Dhristi crept across the room quietly and opened a drawer. It creaked, and we froze. Dhristi pulled something out and bolted toward us. It was a book.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Dhristi sighed, and I snatched the book away.
"You can go back to bed, but I'm curious." I snorted and started to creep back to the living room.
"Are you serious? That letter could have been for someone else!" Ayush argued, and I shook my head with bewilderment.
"Ayush Paddikal, You're the one who suggested stealing Dad's diary!" I retorted, and Ayush started once more.
"Read this before you say anything," I shoved the letter which I'd stored in my pocket at Ayush. He unfolded the paper, which made a loud crinkling noise. I winced, and Dhristi smacked him across the head. Ayush drew a breath and began to read in a hushed voice. But I knew the letter by heart.
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Hey Dev,
This was the worst idea I ever had, breaking up with you. But I like to think that it's for the better. I know I'll be hating every minute that I see you with someone else, but it'll soothe me. Knowing that you were once mine, that's enough for me. Don't feel guilty, we're just not the right fit.
Maybe in our next life,
Charu
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"Open that diary," Dhristi spoke up at last after the silence descended when Ayush finished reading the letter. My fingertips brushed across the bound book, it was covered in dust.
"You guys sure?" I hesitated, my hand hovered above the diary. Dhristi's eyes were stone cold.
"Aarohi Paddikal, open that book." Dhristi clenched her jaw, and Ayush nodded. I flipped open the page and blew the dust away. The first entry was written in black ink.
"It was written in 2020," Ayush whistled quietly, I nodded. That was around ten years ago, Dad told us that something called the COVD virus had left the world in a state of shock. Taking a deep breath, I gently laid the book on the table.
And the three of us dove into the past...
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Nosy teenagers... Aren't they everyone's problem?
What do you think of the book so far?
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