Hunain had never seen this diary before. The pages felt old and fragile, as if someone had preserved them for ages. He opened the first page, and the photograph on it — he could recognize it among thousands. He touched the photo, his eyes welling up with tears. He started reading without realizing that Ayat's story, held within these pages, would change his life forever.
As he read on, Hunain's heart became more restless. This was not just a diary; it was a journey into someone's pain and desires.
He placed the diary into his bag and took one last look at the house, as if trying to remember every single detail. A voice echoed in his mind — "You will regret this, Ayat."
He shut his eyes, grabbed his bag, and hurried out of the house.