"Welcome to the real world.It sucks. You're gonna love it."
X diary is the secret diary of an Indian teenager, capturing a life full of drama, fun, friends, fantasy, romance, ambition......and what not...It follows the lives of five college friend...
Recap: Inaya and Sid are rescued from the under constructed washroom by their friends. Inaya finds the 'perfect' guy in sid but chooses to remain just a friend , meanwhile Sid hints about an incomplete story in his life....what follows is something nobody had imagined.....
Dil mein gile bhi the Pehle mile bhi the Mil ke paraaye the Do humsaaye the aa.. aa.. aa..
Na jaane kyun la la la... Dil bhar gaya aa... Na jaane kyon la la la... Aankh bhar gayi...
-Ijazzat (1987)
"Yes...but ....separation hurts sometimes..." he sighed and lowered his eyes.
"Separation...." Inaya bent forward, "Any sad story?"
"An incomplete one..." Sid smiled feebly.
"Incomplete.....like what?"
"Inaya!" Sid fixed her with his gaze, "I want to tell you something....."
LR college hostel, block C, room no 11
22 March'18, Midnight
What was his story? Inaya turned in her bed, the incomplete one.....
She had had a comical and wild experience at the VC office conference that morning. Though initially scared, she now felt that it was the most exciting adventure of her college life- she got the much needed adrenaline rush.
After rescuing Sid and her from the 'dark hall', everyone headed to have tea at the 'nukkad chaiwala'.
Inaya was back in her room now. She was lying on the bed, running her hands through the soft fur of her teddy. She smiled as she remembered the tea party- how Sid suddenly moved out of the tin shed, into the rain and started dancing like a three year old. She blushed as he took her hand and pulled her out too. They danced on 'Barso re' as everybody cheered and hooted.
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It was still raining outside. She pulled up her bed sheet and took a deep breath. The scent of blooming night jasmines had filled the room. She could hear the rain drops softly tapping against her window. Their tapping added a soft touch to song playing on her phone
Aadha Sa Vada Kabhi Aadhe Se Zyada Kabhi Jee Chahe Karlu Is Tarah Wafa Ka Chode Na Chute Kabhi Tode Na Toote Kabhi Jo Daga Tum Se Jud Gaya Wafa Kaaaa.....
"This is bad" she thumped her head and smiled, "Inaya why are you getting so romantic today, stop these thoughts.....this isn't you" the song kept playing tum se hi.... tum se hi....
She smiled again "it's the weather may be.....this better be over by tomorrow.....now sleep....you are not falling in love....." she closed her eyes.
