The City of Sunshine "Udaipur"in the beautiful state of India Rajasthan......A place from where million stories have arised...some of them are still a mystery....the state of ancient culture, civilization, forts, palaces and much.......
"The Shatter...
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Priya looked at the diary with a puzzled expression. "1st September... I think your birthday is on 1st September, Aarna, right?" she said, her voice tinged with confusion.
Aarna, equally perplexed, nodded. “Yes, it is. But why would this diary mention that date?”
As they both pondered the connection, Aarna’s thoughts raced. "Could this diary have been written by someone close to me but i am not the only baby borned on that day right?" she wondered aloud. "But... if it was, why does it feel so disconnected? And what else could be hidden here?"
The mystery deepened as they continued their exploration, leaving them with more questions than answers.
Aarna flipped to the last page of the diary. The name "Neeraj Rajvansh" was written there. She wondered aloud, “Who could this be?”
Priya noted, “But Your father’s name is Naveen Shekhawat, right?” Aarna nodded in agreement.
As they continued reading, Aarna saw entries about the parents’ deep love for their daughter. They described her first smile, her first cry, and even had prints of her tiny toes and hands on the pages. The diary revealed that their daughter’s name was Alisha Rajvansh
Aarna smiled at the tender details, yet the identity of Neeraj Rajvansh remained a mystery. Her smile faded as she noticed a photo. It showed a small, cute girl in the arms of a beautiful woman, with a man beside them who was likely Neeraj Rajvansh. The image captured a happy family of three—parents and their daughter.
On the same page, there was another photograph of an elderly man, presumably the grandfather.
The discovery left Aarna intrigued and puzzled, as she tried to piece together the connections between these individuals and her own life.
Aarna clutched the diary tightly and ran straight to the Shekhawat house. "Dad!" she called out, her voice echoing through the hallways. Naveen Shekhawat emerged from the other side, a look of concern crossing his face.
"Aaru, what happened?" he asked.
Breathless, Aarna held up the diary. "Dad, I need to know about this diary."
Ritya Shekhawat, her mother, appeared from another direction. "What's in that?" she asked sharply.
Aarna turned to her, frustration evident in her voice. Who is Neeraj Rajvansh?"
Ritya’s face went pale, and without warning, Naveen rushed forward, snatching the diary from Aarna’s hands. "Where did you get this?" he demanded, his voice tinged with anger.
"Dad, I found it hidden under the counter in the bakery," Aarna explained, her voice trembling.
Naveen’s anger flared. "Why did you go in there? How did you even find it? You shouldn’t have read this—it’s none of your business."
