A bubbly girl, brave and confident, walked through life radiating joy. Laughter echoed around her, masking the secrets she carried inside.

That night, she sat under the moonlight. Its soft glow kissed her skin, revealing the beauty hidden in her pain. Her hands, stained with crimson, rested on her diary. Each page soaked in her grief.
She wrote with urgency. The ink felt like a lifeline. Each word became a plea, a scream against heavy expectations and someone else's pride.
The moon quietly witnessed her struggle. Like an injured lioness, she felt both alone and vulnerable. She cried silently. Each tear bandaged her wounded spirit. This was a battle hidden from the world. Few could see her fight.
Her wounds ran deep. Emotional scars only she could recognize bled onto the pages.. The pain cut through her like a knife, leaving her feeling isolated and betrayed.
But something shifted that night.. Her words transformed. They were no longer just cries for help; they became a declaration of her strength.
Writing offered her a small escape. Each stroke of the pen reminded her she was not just a victim.
With each entry, she plotted her path forward. The moonlight illuminated her resolve. It became clear: she would face her pain At that moment, the girl transformed. She was not merely a bubbly facade anymore. She was a warrior, ready to reclaim her voice. The battle would be tough, but she was ready.

The diary became her sanctuary, a place where she could harness her emotions and plot her next steps. The journey ahead was uncertain, but for the first time, she felt hope.

"Chalo ab apni kahaani ke panno ko samjhaya jaye?
Kyu na abb heartless banke dikhaya Jaye?
Abb ye hukum h ki koi humare paas na aaye!
Abb humein koi pyaar ke path na padhaye!
Bhot ro liya inn ankhon ne kyu na  khud ko abb hasaya jaye?
Logo ko  apne pyaar ke liye tarsaya jaaye?
Beekh maang li ab bhot pyaar ki,
kyu na yarr ko bhi azmaya jaye??"

~Ranjhan.

She was a fighter, even in her most vulnerable state.She was...

"Amrit Sahani"

At 25, Upgrown in Punjab, a young villager juggles the demands of medical school and the weight of her hidden life as an anonymous writer.
Her words bleed onto pages. They reveal her vulnerabilities. Yet, she stands firm, a warrior in a world that often feels cruel and unforgiving.
She writes in the dead of night. The darkness is her ally. Each keystroke is a release, a moment to confront her fears. The stories she tells are raw, reflecting not just her pain but also her resilience.

This is her journey. A quest for identity, purpose, and strength in a world that is anything but forgiving. She is both a medical student and a storyteller. Each role shapes her, each story a testament to her survival.

"He was her healer.
He was the shield she needed against the harshness of life.
In a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, he stood firm.
His presence brought calm.
Every fear she faced felt smaller with him by her side.
He didn't just protect her; he empowered her."

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How was the first chapter? Introduction of our bubbly girl who hides her pain in her diary?
Will He be successful in breaking these hard concrete walls?
Meet you in next chapter! Till then
Byeee!
Take care.

Ranjhan.