It was just another ordinary Sunday-quiet, dull, and unremarkable. But inside Pranisha's mind, a storm was brewing. A simple birthday notification triggers a cascade of memories she had long buried. As the coffee grows cold in her hands, the warmth of the past rushes back, and so does the ache she thought she had forgotten. In the stillness of her room, a dusty black diary calls her back to a story she never finished-a love she never unloved. A heartfelt tale of lingering emotions, unspoken words, and the kind of love that time never fully erases. And this continues to unwind the emotions and again unfolds the past life.
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