1) Niyati and her classmates

Smaran's POV:

It was 11:55 pm. After finishing all the work and putting my 4 years daughter to sleep, I came back to my room. My room, only companion in my loneliness.

Now you will ask, what has happened to me in this way that this room alone has become my companion and why I'm feeling lonely?

So let me tell you that everything that has happened to me has happened because of me.

I was the luckiest person in the world who had got the biggest wealth in the world without asking for anything. But later I wrote my luck in my misfortune and became the unluckiest person in the world.

It is said that if you find a real loving person in your life, then you get the greatest wealth and that too was my greatest wealth, but by not appreciating it, I lost this wealth.

Yes, I lost the person who loved me the most, and that too through my faults.

I sat down on the floor near my bed leaning my back against it and picked her picture frame from the nightstand. As I picked it up, the needle of the clock made a sound which showed that it was exactly midnight.

"Happy birthday Niyati", I mutter with tears in my eyes and a little smile on my lips moving my fingers on her picture in which she has a beautiful smile on her lips.

Yes, Today is her birthday as well as my daughter's and if I had not made so many mistakes in the past, then instead of sitting in this room remembering her and crying, I would be celebrating the birthday of both of them.

I'm the same guy who forgot her birthday every year and even if I try today, I won't forget it.

I used to wish her late on her birthday and she used to wait all day for my wish. Yes, she used to get a little angry with me, but then also quickly agreed and then after making her laugh a little, finally I used to say something that hurt her and she used to start crying on her birthday and I was unaware of this.

I have made her cry a lot but she never complained any time because she had more love for me in her heart, but the place for her and her love was the last in my life.

I once heard that if a person makes someone cry, then he cries more than that in his life and it's true because today whenever I remember her or my past mistakes, I cry more than her.

She went away but gave me a reason to be forced into this world and that's our daughter. If her daughter had not been the reason for my life today, I would have gone to her now but perhaps she didn't want it because she would not want to be upset with me like here.

It has been 4 years since she left this world, but in my heart, she is still alive. She didn't like my sadness at all. Even today, it seems that upon seeing me in such a condition, she immediately ran to me and hugged me tightly. But when the memory of reality comes, the heart hurts more.

Thinking all this, tears were flowing from my eyes, but somehow I wiped these tears and stood up.

I put her picture frame back on the nightstand and open the cupboard and picked up a diary from there.

It was Niyati's diary in which she has written about our love. The love from which she never got anything except tears and pain.

In the midst, she may have found happiness, too, but only for some time, but the pain had become her permanent companion.

I had read this story a little from the beginning but when thinking of her smiling face in starting and seeing her weeping face in Last, I didn't want to read further and today, 4 years later on her birthday, I will be going to read this story again with great courage.

I opened its front page and saw two names were written in a heart-shaped figure. The names were "Niyati and Smaran".

Reading the name of both of us together, a few tears spilled from my eyes. The two names she tried to unite, I have separated them. I turned the next page and there she has introduced herself to her diary.

Hello to Diary of Niyati, My name is Niyati Sharma. How are you I hope you will be fine and I'm also fine.

I have one thing in my mind that I want to share only with you. That's why I bought you that I know what I can't say to anyone, I can tell you.

I don't understand that How can I tell you but let's try. Till date I have never shared such things with anyone because till today I had never felt anything like this.

For the first time in my life, I have liked someone so much that I'm now ready to spend all my life with him.

I forgot to tell you that I study in class 10 and I have seen him at my school too. But he's not my classmate nor any senior but my teacher who teaches me science subject.

So let me tell you how his entry was made in my life and under what circumstances?

Author's POV :

The Punjabi lecture was going on and the Punjabi Teacher who was teaching Niyati was very strict whom Niyati and her friends didn't like at all.

"Are yarr, what's this ma'am teaching us, I don't understand anything", Niyati told her best friend Mitali in a slow voice while holding her head in frustration and anger.

Niyati was interested in only science and Mathematics. Apart from that, she was not so much interested in any subject and particularly Punjabi, she was not at all. Even though she used to belong to Punjabi Family, but still she was not much interested in Punjabi.

"Sahi mein yarr, this mam is cooking our brain too much", Mitali replied making a weird face.

(Note: I'm not condemning any teacher here as I respect my teacher very much, I'm writing here only where students think about their teacher during school time, so don't misunderstand this.)

"Someone told her to please take some rest and don't know when this lecture will end", She spoke while looking at her wrist watch.

"Niyati", Mitali whispered near her ear to which She just hummed in response.

"Look there, since when someone is trying to get your attention, but you are not looking at that side", Mitali said to her with her eyes pointing towards at that side and in a mischievous voice.

"Because I know very well who is doing such a thing?", She replied confidently.

"Then look at him once. How long the poor have been trying", Mitali replied in a pleading way while taking his side.

"You know, yarr, that he keeps on having fun all the time and he has no work except to disturb me", She replied in a slightly angry tone.

"But he is your best friend among boys, so listen to him once what does he want to say?", She tried to convince her and she also felt that what her friend is saying is right, after all, he is her best friend among boys and if she believes or not, this truth will not change Because her entire class knew how the friendship of the two was?

"Niyati, Since when Samar has been calling you, why are you not listening to his voice and that's why he started bothering us in your place. Firstly, the work of this mam is not being understood, and from the top now he has started troubling us. Please listen to him once", Suddenly, her ex-best friend Divya who was sitting on the bench next to her told her in an angry way and turned her face back.

Divya was her best friend last year and due to some useless debate between the two of them, she changed her seat and went and sat with her third number Good friend Ridhi and Niyati started sitting with Mitali after that and today Mitali is her best friend who understands her better than Divya.

Among the girls, the group of four of them is the best and the most intelligent, and among the boys, two people are the most intelligent, one of whom is Samar and the other is Bhavin.

Niyati reluctantly turned her head towards Samar and saw that he is still looking at her.

"What?", She asked speaking in her mouth.

He once looked at the teacher who was busy writing something on the blackboard and jerked her off his homework diary. Thankfully, Niyati caught it.

"Even today, write homework of all the subjects on my homework diary, please", He spoke while pleading and at last he folded his hands.

"Ok ok, I will write. There is no need to join hands and you please don't bother me now", She too pleaded and he just grinned and shook his head.

"How cute is he?",Mitali said after hearing their conversation in low voice.

"He seemed sweet to me at first but now, he is taking advantage of our friendship", Niyati replied and just shrugged.

"Never mind, he is not taking advantage. However he is well aware that it is only you in the whole class who don't refuse him for anything", Mitali corrected her.

"Yaa yaa I know. That's why he is taking advantage of my naivete", She replied and shrugged again.

The teacher turned her face towards the class which made everyone sit upright as she was very strict in discipline.

"So students, that's enough for today. We will continue the rest of the topic tomorrow", She said in a high pitch and all the class said "okay mam" in unison and then she added, "Only 5 minutes left to finish the lecture. All of you read today's topic and tell me if you have any problem", Teacher said and busied herself with some paperwork.

"Niyati, I don't like reading this", Mitali told her while making a sad pout.

"I know that I'm not even interested and anyway, it's Punjabi if this teacher doesn't teach us then we can read it ourselves", Niyati replied to which Mithali just hummed.

"By the way Niyati, someone is calling you again giving strange signals", Mithali laughed a little and then pointed at the same side.

Niyati closed her eyes to control her anger and opened it while turning her head towards him. She gave her the "what now" look.

"I want to talk to you at lunchtime, so please don't go anywhere after having your lunch", He said slowly but enough so that Niyati could listen.

"Okay", She replied while shrugging her shoulders and quickly turned her head back to Mitali as she was not in the mood to hear more of his words.

"Niyati, can I ask you something?", Mithali asked in a serious tone.

"Even if I say no you still ask then Ask, yarrr", She answered while taking out a math book from her bag because the next lecture is from a math teacher who is her favorite teacher.

"Right", Mitali grinned and added, "Did you ever like Samar?", She asked that Niyati pause for a while, while thinking something, and then she replied, "No, I never liked him".

"Not even once?", Mitali asked again as soon as she replied.

Niyati placed the math book under the Punjabi book and asked," Why are you asking me all this suddenly?". She looked at her with skeptical eyes.

"Just because at many times I have felt that you like him. The way you are doing all his work till date, the way you are writing his homework on his diary from class 4th to today, no one does this for anyone what you do for him. He annoys you a lot but you tolerate it and never say no to any of his work. If you haven't liked him even once, why do you do all this?", Mitali asked because she had seen care and love for Samar in her eyes.

"Tell me you didn't like him?", Mitali asked again with concern. Niyati took a deep breath.

"I used to like him a lot but now I don't", She replied that Mitali may feel some pain in her voice.