Chapter 15.2

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With shaking hands, he flipped the pages of the diary and read...

"𝑨𝒂𝒋 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒋𝒆𝒉 𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒊𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂.

𝑾𝒐𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒖𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒕𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒚. 𝑳𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒋𝒆𝒉 𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒂𝒋 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒑𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒈𝒂𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊.

𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒉𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒊. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒐 𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒌𝒉 𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒉𝒂.

𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉... 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒉 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂.

𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒃 𝒂𝒕𝒚 𝒋𝒂𝒃 𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒛𝒊 𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒕𝒚...

𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉... 𝑩𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒉 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒛𝒊 𝒉𝒊 𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒂𝒍𝒏𝒊 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒕𝒊.

𝑴𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏 𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂...

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆...

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂."

Batuk clearly remembered those depressing days in the Roy Chaudhary Mansion, when suddenly their boudi had turned into a stranger who could not live under the same roof with them.

He remembered how sad both his Dada and boudi were.

He remembered how he had offered to tie Dada and Boudi together with a rope, so that no one could separate them.

The painful memory brought fresh tears to his eyes as he read the next few entries.

They had all been written after Bondita had gone to Siliguri and Anirudh missed her like crazy in Tulsipur.

One of the entries from those days caught Batuk's attention as he read,

"𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂...𝑻𝒖𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒉𝒐, 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚.

𝑴𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝒌𝒚𝒖𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊.

𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒂?

𝑴𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒉𝒊...

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂!

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