Raj picked up the diary and said, "Wow… girls these days even write diaries while standing."
He lifted it in front of his eyes and noticed something written on the cover: "Do not open. Personal."
Even after reading that, he was about to open it. But suddenly a thought echoed in his mind — "Is it right to look at someone's personal things like this?"
His conscience said no.
So he went to call Nira, but by then she was already gone… she had entered her classroom.
Raj put the diary inside his bag, thinking he would return it if he saw her later. Just then his eyes fell on his wristwatch. He suddenly remembered that he had a class too. He ran toward his classroom.
After classes ended that day, Raj looked for Nira for a long time, but he couldn't find her anywhere.
In the evening, Nira reached into her bag to take out her diary so she could write. But she couldn't find it.
Her heart filled with worry. Her mood dropped instantly.
She kept thinking, "Where did my diary go? Who took it? Whose hands is it in now? What if they read everything I wrote…"
And she started crying. 😭
Nira was sitting quietly at the corner of her bed. Outside her room there was noise again — the TV was loud, someone was arguing, utensils clanged in the kitchen. But inside her head, only one thought kept circling—
"What if someone reads it?"
Her diary was her own secret world. It held her pain, her fears, her dreams… and those drawings she had never shown to anyone.
Meanwhile, that night, when Raj opened his bag, the diary caught his eye. He held it in his hands and sat silently for a while. Running his hand over the cover, he thought,
"She must have been looking for this since yesterday… If it wasn't important, she wouldn't be this worried."
For a moment, he thought about opening it… but immediately shook his head.
"No. If someone opened my personal things like this, how would I feel?"
He made a decision — the next day in college, he would find the girl and return it.