Khushi had always been a quiet kind of person.
Not the kind of quiet that comes from fear…
but the kind that comes from observing too much.
She noticed things others didn't—
the way sunlight gently rested on old walls,
how people smiled differently when they were hiding pain,
and how silence could sometimes feel louder than words.
Every evening, she sat on the rooftop of her house,
a cup of tea cooling beside her,
watching the sky melt into shades of orange and purple.
That rooftop was her world.
Her escape.
Her secret diary without words.
She didn't believe in love.
Not because she hated it…
but because she had never seen it stay.