Haaye aur kitna dil mein utroge tum Dev? Itna gehra kon mere dil mein utar sakta hai? Aaj bhi tumhen dekha to bas dekhti hi reh gayi. Poori dunya bhool kar. Main kya kar rahi thi, kya keh rahi thi mujhe kuch hosh hi nahin. Kitne pyaare ho tum. Soft spoken, sweet, sober aur ek gentleman. Tum to mere prince charming ho.
Aur tumhara bhai? Huh! Shiva! Kyun hai woh aisa? Kitna dheet hai! Aaj bhi mujhe tum tak pahunchne nahin diya! Aa gaya beech mein. Maine socha tha ki apni is diary mein uski buraiyan nahin likhungi. Par ye mumkin hi nahin. Woh to mujhe pareshan kar ke rakh deta hai Dev. Likhna hi padta hai. Itna harsh hai. Jaahil aur gawaron jaisi harkaten hain uski. Koi ladki kabhi aisa pati na chahegi.
Chalo khair jane do. Main kyun apne aap ke mood ko off karun?
And from that page onwards, Shiva and Dev were both present in her diary. But where Dev was her hero, her life, love and obsession. Shiva was her irritation. She seemed to be disgusted by him, his smell, his clothes. She seemed to have a prob with everything he did. And yet in her whole diary she didn't seem to be evil. Her words showed her innocence and purity and immense love for everyone and everything except him. He seemed to be the only one who didn't have her love and not because she didn't try. She had tried. He had always been a closed off person and especially for her he had seemed to be extra harsh and rude. She had been polite and tried a lot to be accepted by him. He hadn't. And today as he read her diaries he saw how she saw him.