Happy Reading Tulips, This chapter contains flashbacks and emotional depth,
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The atmosphere in Sanyukta's room was thick, heavy with unspoken words and emotions. Ruhanika stood near the window, holding an old diary—its pages brittle, covered in dust, and speckled with tiny spiders. The silence of the room weighed down on everyone—Abhinav, Abhishek, and Vinay—all of them motionless, staring at the diary Ruhanika had found hidden away. An unassuming rusted box accompanied it, containing a small bracelet—a delicate piece of jewelry that once belonged to a Little Ruhanika, the same bracelet that had been left behind when she was kidnapped.
Ruhanika's red eyes scanned the room, her expression hardened, yet her voice was calm as she opened the diary, "She knew. Sanyukta Di knew something..." The weight of her words hovered, and as they opened the diary, the first page revealed a moment so precious, so innocent that it was almost too painful to read.
First Diary Page - A Beautiful Beginning
"Dear Ruhi,
I still remember the first time I met you. You were this tiny, fragile little thing, your big round eyes staring at me like I was your whole world. You must have been only a few days old, but I was five, and I felt like the luckiest sister in the world. The moment they placed you in my arms, I promised to always protect you, to always be there for you. I couldn't stop smiling—our little princess, our Ruhi. You were so soft, so warm. I remember telling Abhishek Bhai that I would never let anyone hurt you, not ever.
And then you smiled at me, and my heart melted. That smile became my entire universe. Our days were spent playing in the courtyard, me running behind you while you tried to grab at butterflies. Your laughter was the sweetest sound. I remember one afternoon, you fell asleep on my lap after we played with dolls all morning. I stayed so still, not wanting to wake you up. Mama walked in and smiled at us—she said we were her 'perfect little angels.' I never forgot that. You were my little angel, Ruhi."
