Tears welled in her eyes as she read the lines back to herself. 
She flipped through the pages of her diary, her fingers lingering over an old, slightly yellowed page. The date at the top read *April 15th*, marking the day her life had subtly but irrevocably changed.  
As her eyes skimmed over her teenage handwriting, the memory of that day came rushing back with vivid clarity, pulling her into the past.  
**Flashback starts**
She was seventeen, still a girl caught in the cusp of childhood and adulthood, her world filled with school, dreams, and innocent fantasies. That day, her home was abuzz with excitement. The Singhanias, family friends and respected business associates, were visiting for lunch.  
She had been helping her mother arrange flowers in the living room when the doorbell rang. Her heart had skipped a beat when Priya Singhania entered, her elegance filling the room. And then, behind her, he walked in.  
Raj Singhania.  
Tall and composed, he exuded an effortless confidence that drew everyone’s attention. He wore a crisp white shirt paired with dark jeans, the rolled-up sleeves revealing strong, veined forearms. His thick, jet-black hair was slightly tousled, and his piercing gaze swept across the room like a spotlight.  
She was standing in the corner with a rose in her hand, felt something flutter in her chest. She had seen handsome faces before, but Raj was different. There was a depth in his eyes, an intensity that seemed to hold secrets. Her throat dried up, and her fingers fumbled with the rose, pricking herself on a thorn.  
“Careful,” her elder sister teased softly, nudging her. “You’re staring.”  
Rashi’s cheeks burned, and she turned away, feeling foolish. Yet her heart thudded in a strange rhythm she had never experienced before.    
Throughout lunch, Rashi tried to steal glances at him. He mostly kept to himself, occasionally nodding politely at her parents’ questions. It was clear he wasn’t one for small talk, though he wasn’t impolite.  
Her sister, on the other hand, seemed to catch his attention easily. Raj smiled a little at something she said, his expression softening. He even chuckled once, and Rashi’s stomach twisted. "Why doesn’t he ever look at me?" she thought bitterly.  
Raj’s attention, however, was often drawn to his phone. Every few minutes, he would glance at the screen, his lips curling into a faint, adorable smile. Rashi noticed this and felt an odd ache in her chest. She didn’t know who he was texting, but the happiness on his face made her feel strangely… excluded.  
Her younger self had written about this moment in the diary she now held, the pain and confusion captured in shaky handwriting:  
“He smiled at his phone more than at anyone here. I wanted him to talk to me, just once, but he didn’t even notice me. Maybe I’m just invisible to him.”
She remembered excusing herself from the table, retreating to her room, and staring at the ceiling as her feelings swirled inside her. She couldn’t understand what this strange sensation was at the time, but as days turned into weeks, the truth became clear—she had a crush on Raj.  
The next time Raj visited, Rashi had been both excited and nervous. She spent extra time brushing her hair, choosing a simple yet pretty outfit—a pale blue salwar kameez she thought brought out the warmth in her skin.  
He arrived late that day, walking in with his phone in hand, an apologetic smile on his face as he greeted her parents. Rashi’s heart skipped again, but her excitement quickly turned to disappointment.  
Raj didn’t even glance her way.  
Instead, he spoke casually with her sister, cracking jokes and asking her about college. His demeanor was polite, not overly familiar, but still warm enough to make Rashi feel a sharp pang of jealousy.  
Why does he talk to her and not me?
That day, Rashi had resolved to at least try to talk to him, to say something that would make him notice her. But every time she mustered the courage to approach, he was either on his phone or engaged in conversation with someone else.  
The last straw came when she walked into the garden, where he was sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree. She paused, watching him from a distance. He looked so at ease, his head tilted slightly as he read something on his phone, his lips curving into that soft, rare smile again.  
But then her eyes caught a name on the screen—*Maya♥️* 
Rashi didn’t know who Maya was, but the sight of that name hit her harder than she had expected. She turned away quickly, pretending she hadn’t seen anything, and went back inside.  
**Flashback ends**  
Rashi closed the diary and placed it gently on her lap. The memory of her teenage self—a girl so full of hope and naivety—brought a wistful smile to her lips. She had been so innocent then, her emotions so raw and unfiltered.  
“Seventeen-year-old me didn’t know how complicated life and love could be,” she murmured to herself.  
But the sting of those memories still lingered. Even now, years later, the pain of being invisible to him, of not mattering enough, hadn’t fully faded. It was ironic that she was now his wife, sharing a life with him, yet still feeling the ache of being unseen.  
Rashi sighed deeply, closing her eyes as her hand brushed against the diary’s worn cover. Despite everything, that moment in her life had been pivotal. It had taught her the bittersweet beauty of unspoken emotions and the resilience of a heart that dared to dream.  
She closed the diary gently, placing it back in the drawer. The room felt heavy with unspoken words and unrealized dreams, but Rashi clung to the faint hope that one day, Raj might see her—not as a duty, but as someone who truly mattered.  
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Hey guys this is it for this chapter hope you all enjoyed it... There is an announcement that soon I am completing my first book "Bound by Vows, Broken by Pride" you can read it by clicking on my profile. 
Second that I am writing new book currently the characters will be "Yug Rajvanshi and Samaira Singhania" Samaira Singhania is the sister of Raj Singhania. 
Samaira Singhania is the same character (Ira Mehra's bestfriend from the book Bound by Vows,Broken by Pride) 
Third i didn't upload any chapter in previous week so I will upload one more chapter after this as a compensation;)... 
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