Chapter 2

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I hate when Ani cleans my room, I'm a big girl capable of cleaning my room . She always misplace things , the mess Comes due to her cleaning and I search for my things.
For example now she left a diary on my study table, it doesn't even belong to me . It's a diary which looks simple , I don't think so that any one in this house writes diary

What to do Curiosity is a thing I can't get rid of . I took the book and opened the first page . It had ' Annika ' written in big letters. So it belonged to Mumma . I should not read it , Mumma doesn't talk about her past or my father and I shouldn't be the one talking about it.

"Shivi" called out Mumma
"Yes Mumma" I said
"Come down for food" said Mumma

I had a mini heart attack , I kept the book in my table drawer under several books . I took a deep breath and walked towards the dining place . There was Mumma , Ani , Shreya aunty and Daksh Uncle. I took a seat next to Shreya aunty.

"Mumma" I said

I went and hugged Mumma . Mumma was surprised but she turned and gave me a kiss in my cheeks . I then went back and sat . Mumma served the food and I started eating. I was a little hungry.

"Ani , how was your day" asked Daksh Uncle
"Good" said Ani
"Maybe because of cleaning my room when I told not to" I said
"Shivi" said Mumma strictly , always takes Ani' side
"Kids be nice, only nice kids get chocolates" said Daksh Uncle
"Shreya aunty look Daksh Uncle and Mumma is taking Ani' side" I complaint
"My poor baby girl " said Shreya aunty and hugged me

Others laughed and then we got to eating food. Mumma made us to go to sleep early today , I won't be able to sleep this early. I went to my room and jumped into my bed . I turned over and over but Curiosity was killing me . Early going to bed with curiosity is not a great thing.

So this belongs to Mumma , it's her diary . I opened the first page it had the date of twelve years ago .
This thing called curiosity is a real bad thing and it's getting the best of me . A peak won't do a bad. The first page was beautifully decorated

(The story of you are my heart, without the love scenes or that cheating thing. Just like he was in love with Tia and all. Nothing much which is not kid friendly)

"I regret reading it but my dad would be sad not meeting Mumma" I wondered

I heard foot steps of Mumma , I jump into my bed slowly and take the blanket. I put on the blanket and act as I sleep. I could hear Mumma opening the door and her walking towards me

"Love you baby" said Mumma and kisses my forehead.

She leaves and I could still not sleep , I had an unanswered question in my mind , it was lingering a little too much.

"Who is my Dad , Shivaay Singh Oberoi"
I knew some things about his personality but not much

"Who is my Dad , Shivaay Singh Oberoi" I knew some things about his personality but not much

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What is on the diary Ft. Author

Dear Diary,

It hurts to know that Shivaay was in Love with Tia and I was nothing in his life . Seeing them together is like a pang in my heart . I felt like an obstacle in their happily ever after , which was true . If we did something when we could , the marriage could have been averted and he could freely live his life with his Lady Love Tia . 

Shivaay would always be an important chapter in my life . His love for breaking his phone and things . Such a clean freak he is but he cooks tasty mouth-watering foods. Nobody is perfect , Shivaay was an excellent but his anger was in the tip his nose. His anger is a destructive part of him . Shivaay is sweet if you know him personally and if he opens up , Till that he is an obnoxious freak who is all about his last name with a lot Pride .......

 exerpt from Annika's diary

 exerpt from Annika's diary

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