When Rajveer opened the wooden box, tears immediately welled up in his eyes. His hands started trembling because inside that box were pieces of his mother's life, memories he had believed were lost forever, memories he had spent years searching for, memories he thought he would never see again…

Inside the box was an old diary, his mother's diary, the same one she used to write in every day. There was also an old photograph of Pragya with a young Rajveer and Ruhi, and beside it lay a small silver locket…