IT'S NOT OVER

Chapter 155

Reyansh stood outside Saarayu’s flat, the key she had given him clutched tightly in his hand. She was out of town for the weekend, visiting her parents, and he had promised to water her plants while she was away. But more than that, he had wanted to spend time in her space, to feel closer to her in her absence.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of her perfume enveloping him. He glanced around the cozy apartment, noting the tidy living room with its bookshelf filled with medical texts and a few novels, the kitchen where they had shared countless cups of coffee, and the small dining table that doubled as her study space. It was all so quintessentially Saarayu—warm, inviting, and meticulously organized.

Reyansh wandered into the living room and sank into the plush armchair by the window, his eyes falling on a leather-bound journal on the coffee table. It was her diary. He knew he shouldn’t invade her privacy, but curiosity gnawed at him. What did she write about