Reema gathered all her strength and pulled at the closet. As it finally opened, she felt goosebumps seeing photos in frames covered with dust and cobwebs.

R~woah, looks like a beautiful lady. (she took her dupatta and cleaned them curiously to see her face and was amazed at how beautiful she was) aray ye kitni pyaari hai yaar, isay dekh kar toh mujhe complex ho raha hai. Par is ki photos aise cupboard mein kiun? Isay toh mehel ke kone kone mein hona chahiye, bhala koi itna pyaara kaise ho sakta hai?

She cleaned all the photographs.

R~ye toh meri tarah dancer thi? Ya shayad hai. Par nahi, ye agar zinda hoti toh is ki photos yahan locked thori hoti, means ye isi mehel mein rehti thi, aur shayad mujh se related bhi thi. Main ye photos Vivaan se keh kar mehel mein har jagah lagwa doon gi, I feel is se mehel ki beauty badh jaye gi

She picked each and every photo frame and dropped something which didn't go unnoticed. She bent to pick it, it was a diary.

"Reema!" she startled and dropped it again but then slapped her forehead realizing Vivaan has come back and is calling out for her.

R~aai!

She called back and rushed downstairs. As she went, the photo frames which Reema placed in a haste were back to their original positions and the diary she dropped was back behind the photo frames. The cupboard closed.

Reema came downstairs and came face to face with Vivaan.

R~Vivaan tum aa gaye

V~haan... (he gazed at her dupatta which was covered with dust) lekin tum kahan se aa rahi ho?

R~matlab?

V~tumhara dupatta itna dusty kiun ho raha hai?

She looked at it.

R~oh, wo na main upar walay kamre dekh rahi thi jo locked thay, waheen dust mein covered photos mili jisay main saaf kar rahi thi

V~apne he dupattay se?

R~haan, photos he itni attractive thi

V~achha suno, mera sarr dard se phatt raha hai, tum chai bana do gi?

R~of course

She went to the kitchen, he went to their room to freshen up.

After sometime, Reema brought tea and then she also changed her clothes. They sat together and had tea.

R~Vivaan, mujhe kuchh kehna tha

V~haan kaho

R~yaar wo jo photos mujhe mili na, wo bohat pyaari hain, usay aise hidden nahi balkay poore mehel mein hona chahiye

V~I don't get it, tum kya keh rahi ho? Kis ki photos hain wo?

R~ab un ka naam toh main nahi jaanti, lekin wo mere jaisi dancer thi, bohat pyaari, aankhein bhi colored.

V~tum ne pehle kabhi dekha unhein kaheen pe? Like in family photos or anywhere?

R~nahi, main toh first time dekh rahi hoon

V~phir us se itna lagaav kiun?

R~I really don't know, bas us ki aankhein dekh kar aisa laga ke she's staring into my soul

V~aisa kuchh nahi hota, photo is a photo, jis ki photo hoti hai wo andar se dekhta nahi hai

R~I know lekin, bas main us ki taraf attract ho gayi

V~larki hotay huay tum larki ki taraf attract ho gayi?

R~kiun? Hum larkiyaan kya female actresses ko pasand nahi karti?

V~karti hain

R~aur tum aadmi log male actors ko pasand nahi karte kya?

V~of course karte hain

R~ab samjhay? Waisa he attraction hai

V~okay, lekin... Chalo khana kha kar thora rest kar ke hum dono saath upar chalein gay aur wo photos dekhengay

R~achha? Par Vivaan tum toh us se attract nahi ho gay na?

V~come on Reema, tum se achhi larki toh kaheen ho he nahi sakti, tum kaho toh main wo photos dekhe bina tumhe mehel mein lagwa doon ga, fine? Happy?

R~okay

Later at night, Vivaan had slept, so Reema woke up and felt the urge to drink water so she grabbed her bottle but found it empty. She got up to fill it up and as she walked through the corridor, she wanted to go to the third floor badly. She tried hard to stop herself but couldn't and took her first step slowly walking to the same room where she found those photos. She placed her empty water bottle on the top of the closet and saw it jammed once again.

R~main toh isay khula chhor ke gayi thi, phir ye dobara kaise band hua?

She gathered all her strength once again and opened it but due to the force, her water bottle fell and rolled to the corner of the room startling her. She moved her gaze from the bottle and looked at those photographs as she picked them one by one eventually remembering the diary picking it. She opened it and read the name "Manjulika." She flipped the page to see some drawings which clearly looked like made by a child. Unknowingly, she smiled seeing them.

R~bachpan mein main bhi aisi he drawings banaya karti thi, kitni sundar drawings hain

She flipped more pages and came across a diary entry.

"Aaj mera 10th janam din tha, aur aaj maa baba ne mujhe ek pyaari si gudiya tohfe mein di wo bhi aisi gudiya jo dance karti hai. Main bhi baray ho kar ek dancer banoon gi jaise mehel ki saari larkiyaan banti hain. Mujhe achhay achhay kapray pehen kar sab ke saamne dance karna hai. Main bas sirf dance karna chahti hoon aur khoob khelna chahti hoon, main roz dance practice karoon gi taakay ek din main best dancer ban sakoon. Manju."

She could clearly feel Manjulika's emotions as she read the diary entry and flipped the page.

" Aaj maine school ke dance competition ke liye khoob practice ki, kal teacher ke saamne bhi dance karna hai aur main chahti hoon main select ho jaun aur jeet jaun. Manju."

She felt very familiar by now and flipped to another page.

"Main dance ke liye select ho gayi, yayyy, ab main jeet kar bhi dikhaun gi. Manju."

"Mujhe dance competition mein 1st aana tha lekin main 3rd ayi. Maa kehti hain ke ye bhi bohat achha hai, agar is baar 1st nahi aai toh agli baar 1st aa jaun gi. Papa kehte hain ke saath mein parhaai par bhi dhyaan do. Mujhe parhaai se ziada dance pasand hai isliye main ziada dance karti hoon. Manju."

Then as she flipped to the next page, she was shocked.