Aarohi didn't confront Meera immediately.

She needed to know whether the diary was real.

The next morning, she searched the school records.

The librarian eventually agreed to help her.

The diary belonged to a student named Naina Verma.

Naina had studied at the school several years earlier.

Aarohi asked what had happened to her.

The librarian became uncomfortable.

“She transferred.”

“Why?”

“I don't know.”

“But you remember her?”

The librarian paused.

“Yes.”

“Was there an incident?”

Another pause.

Then:

“There were rumours.”

“What rumours?”

The librarian didn't answer.

That was enough.

Aarohi spent the rest of the day trying to learn more about Naina.

She found an old class photograph.

Naina stood in the second row.

But there was something strange.

Someone had scratched out her face.

Aarohi took a photograph of the picture.

That evening, she showed Meera.

Meera stared at it.

“I've seen her before.”

“Where?”

“I don't know.”

“You're sure?”

“Yes.”

Then Meera noticed the diary.

Her expression changed.

“Where did you get that?”

“In the library.”

“You shouldn't have taken it.”

“Why?”

Meera didn't answer.

Aarohi stepped closer.

“Meera, what do you know?”

“Nothing.”

“You're lying.”

“I said I don't know anything.”

For the first time in years, the two friends walked away from each other angry.

That night, Aarohi received another message.

Ask her about 7:15.

She immediately knew who "her" meant.

Meera.

The following morning, Meera wasn't at school.

Aarohi called her.

No answer.

She called again.

Nothing.

Then Riya approached her.

“Have you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“Meera left school yesterday before everyone else.”

Aarohi stared at her.

“That isn't possible.”

“I saw her.”

Aarohi felt confused.

Meera had told her she stayed until the final bell.

Someone was lying.

The school security footage became the next clue.

Aarohi couldn't access it herself, but a teacher agreed to check.

The footage showed Meera leaving through the side gate at 7:15 p.m.

Aarohi's stomach dropped.

She had been told not to stay after 7:15.

Meera had been there.

Why?

And why had she lied?

Aarohi finally confronted her the next day.

“Where were you at 7:15?”

Meera looked at her.

“I wasn't there.”

“I saw the footage.”

Meera went silent.

“You were there.”

“I didn't want to tell you.”

“Why?”

“Because you'd think I was involved.”

“Involved in what?”

Meera looked around.

Then whispered:

“Naina.”

Aarohi's heart stopped.

“What about her?”

“She didn't transfer.”

Aarohi stared at her.

“What?”

“She disappeared.”

The world suddenly seemed quieter.

Meera explained what she knew.

Years ago, Naina had discovered something about the school.

Something connected to an incident that had happened after school one evening.

She had told someone she was going to reveal everything.

Then she disappeared from the school.

The official story said she transferred.

But students had always believed there was more to it.

“And you knew this?” Aarohi asked.

“My older sister told me.”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I didn't want you involved.”

Aarohi looked down at the diary.

Then she noticed something.

The handwriting in the diary wasn't old.

Some of it was.

But the words Tuesday. 7:15 p.m. looked fresh.

Someone had recently added them.

Someone wanted Aarohi to find the diary.

Someone knew about Naina.

And someone knew exactly what Aarohi was doing.