Dear Diary, They say the past dies quietly. But mine came knocking-wearing aurora blue eyes and a voice that remembers every poem I forgot I ever wrote. I was just a girl who survived-grief, love, and the weight of a name I no longer claimed. But someone out there... never let go. Someone who watched from shadows, wrote me shayaris like prayers, and waited seven years to whisper: "Tumhari kahani ab bhi meri hai." ❦. "ISHQ NE JO KEEMAT MAANGI HAI HAR DEHLEEJ LAANGI HAI" "KEHTE HAI HAR ISHQ KI SHURUAT EK KHUBSURAT KHWAB SE HOTI HAI KAHIN DHADAKNE TO NAHI LAGe HUM AAPKE DIL ME" WELCOME TO THE JOURNEY OF ISHQ~ RAAZ-E-ISHQ~