The rain poured heavily outside, drenching the streets in a watery gloom. Kabir sat alone in the Ahlawat mansion, having spent his day immersed in meetings and files. Yet his mind kept drifting back to the diary he'd found. The words on the cover-still unknown to the reader-seemed to call to him with the weight of unspoken secrets. He hadn't dared open it yet, unsure if he even had the right.

As the evening wore on, Kabir found himself tracing his fingers along the edge of the diary. Something about the way Shrishti clutched it, the urgency in her eyes-he knew it wasn't just a random notebook. He sighed and placed it on the table, resting his head back as thunder rolled above.