Some secrets belong in diaries... but what happens when those secrets begin to breathe?"
Scene 1: Breaking Point
The first year of college was almost over. Final exams were around the corner.
But for Kartik, the pressure wasn't just academic — it was emotional, psychological, and crushing.
Tanvi's pregnancy, the constant responsibility, the overwhelming presence of her in every hour of his life... it was all beginning to suffocate him.
There was no space. No silence. No self.
> "I just need two days... just two days with my mother," he said quietly, handing Tanvi a pair of train tickets.
"I need time, Tanvi. Please understand."
Tanvi's face went cold.
Her eyes didn't blink.
Then — without warning — she ripped the tickets apart, slowly, like tearing a piece of flesh.
> "You're not going anywhere," she said, her voice low and shaking.
> "She's my mother!" Kartik shouted, losing his calm.
"Why are you stopping me from seeing my own family?!"
Tanvi stepped forward, eyes wild.
> "Because I don't want you near any girl. Not even your mother.
Every woman is a threat, Kartik — don't you get it?!"
Kartik's mind went blank.
> "Even my mother...?"
He picked up his bag, furious, and stormed out of the room.
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Scene 2: Silence by the River
He sat by the riverside, the wind sharp against his skin.
His thoughts were racing.
> "Is she really pregnant? Is she lying? Or am I losing it?"
"She's not letting me meet my own mother... what next?"
His phone rang.
Mom calling.
> "Beta... did you board the train?" she asked sweetly.
Kartik paused, swallowing his guilt.
> "No, mom... a last-minute project came up.
I'll come next month. After exams."
> "It's okay, son. Just study well."
Kartik ended the call and sat there in silence... for a long, long time.
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Scene 3: The Room Was Open
That evening, he returned to Tanvi's hostel room — just to grab his bag.
The door was open. Lights were on.
But Tanvi was nowhere in sight.
He stepped inside, keeping his head down.
Then his eyes fell on something.
A black leather diary, sitting on the table.
It looked old, worn, and eerie. The title carved on the cover read:
> "THE DIARY OF NO RETURN"
Something told him to leave it alone.
But his hands moved on their own.
He opened the first page.
And froze.
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Scene 4: What Lies Within
Photographs.
One after another.
A boy — tied to a tree in the forest.
Blood smeared across his chest.
His eyes swollen. Lips trembling. Skin punctured with what looked like needles.
> "Who is this...?"
Kartik flipped to the next page.
> "His name was Harshit."
"He thought I was just another girl."
"He touched me. Without consent."
"So I touched his soul... and destroyed it."
The words weren't just angry — they were cold. Calculated. Personal.
> "He said — all I did was kiss and hug you. That's not assault."
"So I asked him — would you like pleasure?"
"I'll give you pleasure... the kind you'll never forget."
Kartik's throat ran dry.
He turned the page again. There was a sentence scribbled in blood-red ink:
> "I recorded everything."
His eyes shifted across the room —
There. A small tape recorder sat on the side table, just where the diary had said.
His hands trembling, Kartik pressed play.
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Scene 5: The Tape — Hell, Recorded
> [Recording Begins]
> "Tanvi please… please don't kill me… I didn't mean it!"
"I'll tell everyone — I was wrong, I'm sorry!"
> "I just touched you... I didn't force anything..."
> "You wanted fun?" Tanvi's voice hissed.
"You'll feel fun now. One needle for every unwanted touch."
> [Screaming]
[Multiple stabbing sounds — sharp, shallow — bones cracking under pressure.]
[The boy sobs...]
> "Please... please forgive me... it hurts..."
> "Forgiveness is for the innocent."
> "You touched without consent — now your body will forget what warmth feels like."
> "Cold weather. Naked. 100 needles."
> "He was frozen. Bloodless. And crying."
> "I dug the grave myself. Watched him beg while I filled it."
> "Alive. Suffocating."
> "He screamed his name, then mine. And finally... silence."
> "That's the sound I fall asleep to."
> [Recording Ends]
Kartik couldn't move.
His face had turned pale. Sweat poured from his neck. His knees buckled.
He dropped the recorder.
> "No... this can't be real... this can't—"
He turned to the diary one last time — and there it was.
> "Love me, Kartik... or end up like Harshit."
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Final Scene: The Whisper Behind
Just then... a whisper.
> "Kartik..."
His blood turned to ice.
He slowly turned around.
Tanvi.
Standing at the door.
Her head slightly tilted. Her eyes emotionless.
And her lips — curved into a small, eerie smile.
> "So... you saw it all?"
Kartik couldn't answer. His lips parted, but no words came out.
Tanvi stepped closer, step by step.
> "Now you have a choice," she whispered.
"Go to the police... leave me... or..."
"Stay."
> "Stay with me forever, Kartik.
Just like I stayed with you."
"Even when you tried to leave."
She stopped inches away, her breath warm against his cheek.
> "Choose wisely... because this time, there's no second chance."
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Final Line (Suspense):
> "Love is sweet when it's shared. But when it's trapped... it tastes like blood."
> And Kartik now knew the taste.