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Arushi loves reading. She loves to read letters; mostly other people's letters! She discovered this insane love few months back. She knows it is an intrusion in someone else's private property. Arushi is a different kind of a girl who doesn't find similarities among her friends rather she finds comfort spending time with herself. 

One afternoon, she found a site from where anyone can buy old letters which were maybe discovered from old houses, from offices or perhaps from auctions! So so she felt a strange feeling about it and without giving any second thought she bought from them a bunch of letters and an old diary. Arushi felt weird for the first time as she never did this kind of thing before! She noticed the diary dated in 1978 and it belong to a man name Pasang Chhetri from Kurseong. He described about his daily life, how he lost his job and his struggle. But those letters were something else! She kept reading between torn pages, from 1945 in Lucknow, written by somebody named Rumana. She asked questions to her fiance or maybe lover. Arushi was sure that they were yet to be married because Rumana again and again asked her man for the engagement, that she was eagerly waiting for his letters!

With all these new experiences Aru kept ordering letters and diaries. She has read one series of letters from a place next to her area and that was from Dehradun. This time Aru was reading proper love letters. Abhinav was the writer who explained her love to Niharika Awasthi. They both loved each other. Aru loved his writing but her only sorrow was she couldn't read Niharika's side. There are total 24 letters written by Abhinav. She somehow felt so close to this couple. He wrote, "Your smell is the reason of my unending urge to walk beside you, holding your hands." Aru never felt anything more deeper than this before!

But surprisingly the last, 24th letter was dated after 2 months later than the previous one and more surprisingly it mentioned about a weird proposal to run away with him. Only two sentences had written on it, "I know there will be a huge problem but I am ready to take risks! So at 11, will you come with me for forever?" 

Then that world is no more! There is not a single thing remain for Arushi about the after parts.

She kept asking so many questions 'Why there is a two months gap before the last letter?' 'Is there other letters also but somehow lost?' 'Did Niharika come?' Most importantly, 'How did they both spend their lives?' ... But Arushi knows, she will never get these answers! It's more than a story book for her! She was thrilled because it's real! 

Sometimes she feels will she go to Dehradun for the search for these lovers! But no, Arushi made the world for her own where she believes Niharika and Abhinav live with each other and walking side by side.

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