aanyavale
Ugh, moving all my stuff in is such a mess. I'm dead tired. Dinner? Ugh, I don't even feel like cooking - okay, I'll just order something.
I flop onto my bed, ready to crash. And then... I see it. On the shelf, tucked away... a diary.
Ooh, a diary! Could it be my owners'? The couple who rented me this place before moving abroad? My heart is racing.
I know the woman, Aanya, the one who rented me this place. Looks like a love story... and I can't resist.
I know it's not exactly good manners to read someone else's diary, but a love story like this? Irresistible. I have to see it for myself.
With a thrill, I open the first page and start reading.