Chapter 2 – The Voice Between the LinesSleep was a stranger that night. Though Ananya had promised herself she would rest, the black diary kept tugging at her mind, its presence on her desk heavier than the pile of textbooks beside it. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw those words again—“Some loves are not meant to be spoken aloud…”Finally, surrendering to temptation, she threw off her blanket, pulled the lamp closer, and opened the diary once more.The second entry stared at her like a secret meant only for her.“I don’t know why I write. Maybe to survive the