When Ruhi stumbles upon an old diary, she gets to know about the stories of different people whose lives got entwined with one another, years back, before they got separated due to certain circumstances. Who are they? Will they ever unite? Read the...
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"Ghar kaisa laga Ruhi?"Rajat asked his eighteen year old daughter, who looked around the new house and replied,"quite good, Dad. Main poora ghar dekh kar aau?"
"Haan jao,"he replied and she ran upstairs while Revati said,"Ruhi, dourna matt."
Rajat Deol was a leading surgeon who had lived outside India for many years. He returned to his motherland and had purchased the house in Delhi. Though Ruhi wasn't very happy about coming to India, leaving behind all her friends in New Jersey, she had no say in this matter.
Ruhi strolled around the house, and liked it immensely. The house was a pretty one with a spacious living room, a kitchen, a dining room attached to it, a home temple room, two proper bedrooms, and a guestroom. But the best things she liked about it were the front yard garden beside the garage, the backyard pool and mostly the attic room which seemed like to serve as someone's bedroom.
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She walked in while looking around the room which had been dusted and mopped for them to use. It had matte finished stones attached around the ceiling and had creme coloured walls which were still shiny as the paint was an expensive one. The room was filled with paintings which had the signature of someone named Swagati. There was a guitar in the corner, beside a chair, and the same name was engraved on it as well.
Ruhi looked towards the other side of the room which had a huge wardrobe and a study table attached to a mini bookshelf, and a big window beside it. She walked towards the side and found the wardrobe and the shelf empty, hence she thought,"what made her leave behind the things which were related to her creativity?"
She found paintbrushes and dried up colours and other art tools which were left behind carelessly in the similar manner. She then looked around searching for anything which would give her a picture about this person until she found an old thick diary from the small cabinet beside the bed.
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The beautiful embroidery on the cover attracted Ruhi and she sat on the bed, holding it. Opening the diary she found the name Swagati Mahajan written on the first page. The date was around twelve years back when the writer was studying in Manikarnika Garodia Medical College of Delhi.
The first entry stated about how she survived another year in that college with all the raggings and mental breakdowns. She was an exceptional student, which kept her alive in the eyes of the professors and had gained her friends named Rishabh Sinha and Mrinali Garg. However, what earned Ruhi's attention the most was the mention of a guy named Hardik Malhotra, who was one of the college heartthrobs, bully, playboy and star students, at the same time. And he was the love interest of Swagati.
There were mentions about other people named Inaaya Kashyap, Shubman Birla, Shreyas Mahajan, who was supposedly the brother of Swagati. Some names like Professor Nanda, Professor Pandey, Tiya Roy, and so on was mentioned as well.
Suddenly a few polaroids fell down from the diary and she picked those up to see beautiful and handsome young faces staring at her through the pictures. Everyone's names were written with black ink on the white blank spaces underneath the snaps, with Swagati being the common person in all of those, and she could easily recognise the people who were with her in those pics, due to the names.
There were a few single snaps of Hardik, which showed how much Swagati was in love with him. Ruhi took closer look at each of them and said,"seems interesting! I can read this during my free time."
"Ruhiiiii!"Revati's voice came from downstairs and she ran out after hiding the book inside the cabinet.
"Yes Mumma?"she asked rushing down the stairs and Rajat asked,"you want to take this room or the one downstairs?"
"Dad, I want the attic bedroom,"she replied and he said,"what? But beta, aur doh rooms hain na, inmey se le lo."
"No Dad, I liked the attic room. It's naturally cool, pata hain? Generally in summers the topmost floors are heated up right?"
"Voh isliye kiyuki iss ghar ka terrace nahi hain aur upar double stone layer kiya gaya so that the heat couldn't pierce in,"Revati explained to her.
"Haan vaise bhi a.c lag hi jayega room mein. Main le loon attic room, pleaseeee?"Ruhi said again and they chuckled before Rajat said,"thik hain le lo. Let me see what's there in it that you liked it so much."
Both of them went upstairs behind her and when they saw the room, Revati said,"acchaaaa, toh yeh room thoda cool and aesthetic hain. Isiliye pasand aayi hain madam ko. Thik hain, rakh lo. Accha hain."
"Unique hain kaafi. These paintings are also good. Isey yahi rehene deh?"Rajat asked.
"Haan haan, rehene doh,"Ruhi said excitedly.
"Chalo at least she liked the house and her room. Abb college bhi pasand aajaye acchi wali,"Revati said to Rajat while they went downstairs and he asked the servants to bring Ruhi's luggage and belongings to the attic room.
Ruhi danced around the room happily as she felt connected to it, and more to Swagati and her friends, about whom she was eager to read. She lied on the bed, while holding the diary and thought,"even I'll write diaries like this.It will be so damn interesting."
Her teenage mind found it very cool and at the same time got hyped up due to the possible lovestories which she had sensed already.
Here goes the first update of my new book. Dedicated to GuluBera, who had requested me to write one with Hardik as a playboy. So there you go. Keep Reading and Keep Vommenting Guys.😘❤️
