Chapter 3 – Clues in the MarginsThe next week passed in a blur. For the first time, Ananya’s world tilted away from lectures, assignments, and her usual routine. Her heart, her mind, her hours—all belonged to the black diary.Every evening, she locked her door, pulled the curtains tight, and read. The words seemed to call her by name, as though the writer, “R,” had meant for her to find them.One entry from the middle of the diary made her sit upright:“It was the annual fest today. She sang in the courtyard, her dupatta brushing the microphone stand. I clapped like