
“You never wrote the ending of that story...”
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“Because I was afraid… that the ending might be you.”
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The Story:
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Saanvi opened her old diary — tucked between the yellowing pages was a loose paper with just three words:
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“He will return.”
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But when? Why? And did he ever?
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That question had haunted her since the night Aarav disappeared — silently, without goodbye, without a trace. No note, no call. Just an unfinished story he had written for her.
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In the story, the main character walks away from his one true love — no explanations, no promises.
Just silence.
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Every night, Saanvi would find herself flipping to the last page of that story, pen in hand, heart in chaos... but she never wrote a single word. Was that story about him? Or about them?
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Three years later, on a quiet evening, she opened her diary again… and this time, something was different.
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Just beneath that same unfinished page, a single sentence had appeared — written in the same handwriting she knew by heart:
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“I left the story unfinished… but never left you.”
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Her hands trembled. Her heart froze.
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Who wrote this? No one had touched her diary. No one could have.
Had he come back?
Or had he never truly left?
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Clutching the diary to her chest, tears filling her eyes, Saanvi whispered into the silence,
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“Were you just a memory… or a miracle?”
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That night, for the first time in three years, she wrote something — a new beginning:
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“I now stand at the same crossroad… where either the story ends, or begins again.”
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And somewhere deep inside, a question echoed:
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Do you also have a story… you never dared to finish?
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