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"Hello..." - one soft word, and the walls I built around myself came crashing down.
✨ Intro
Siddharth only wanted to return her diary. Vidhu only wanted comfort from a stranger named Kuttan. But one midnight call under the stars pulls the curtain away - and suddenly, truths collide in ways neither of them are ready for.
🌙 Physics Lab - Evening
The lab was silent, only the hum of the fan breaking the stillness.
On Siddharth's desk lay a brown envelope. Inside it, the pink diary he had picked up earlier.
He ran his hand over the cover once more, reading the words scribbled on top:
"Where no one knows me, except you."
His jaw tightened.
"Not me," he muttered. "I shouldn't even have this."
He pushed the diary aside, deciding he'd return it tomorrow. Quietly. No drama.
🌌 Rooftop - Same Time
Vidhu hugged her knees, sitting under the moonlight with her phone glowing in her hands. The night breeze tugged at her braid.
Kuttan: Still awake?
She exhaled shakily and typed back.
Me: Yes. Couldn't sleep.
Kuttan: Why?
Her throat tightened. Fingers hovered over the screen. Then she just typed the truth.
Me: I lost my diary... my personal one. Everything is in it. If someone reads it... I'm finished.
She pressed send and covered her face with her palms.
🌑 Other Side of the Rooftop - Siddharth
The message lit up his phone at the same time he lifted his head.
"Diary...?" His heart lurched. He drops his eyes down and looked into his hands, where he holds the pink diary.
His breath came ragged.
"This is hers. Vidhu's..." He stumbled back a step, pressing the diary to his chest.
"Then... she's..."
His throat closed. He looked up and over the wall that split the rooftop.
She was right there. Sitting, typing, hurting. And confessing to him.
💬 Texts Continue
Kuttan: Don't panic, kanna. No one will misuse it. Breathe. I promise.
Vidhu sniffled, wiping her cheek.
Me: Easy for you to say. What if someone reads everything? My whole life is in there...
Kuttan: Then that someone will know you're stubborn, dramatic, and annoyingly soft-hearted. Not a crime.
Her lips twitched despite her tears.
Me: Shut up. Stop acting calm. You're weird.
Kuttan: Professional secret keeper. Certified.
She rolled her eyes. "Idiot," she whispered, but her heart felt lighter.
🌑 Siddharth (watching, whispering to himself):
"Idiot? You've no idea what you've just done to me..."
His hands trembled. He couldn't stop staring at the girl on the other side of the wall, the very girl whose diary lay in his drawer.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Between the Classes(Two different worlds)
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