There’s one body, there’s one soul But they don’t belong together. It has one mind, and a beating heart But neither of them cares for another. “What are you writing?” Rehaan looked up from his diary at Giya and sighed. No matter how many times he refused to answer that question, she just wouldn’t give up asking. “Nothing.” He tucked the pen into the journal and closed it. Giya gave him a suspicious look and sat in front of him. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” She placed two coffee cups on the table and gestured him to take one. Rehaan took one cup and lifted it to his lips. “Thanks.” Giya kept looking at him with narrow eyes. “Will you ever tell me what you keep writing in your precious journal?” “Sure. One day.” He nodded with a sweet smile and then added, “I like your scarf.” Years and years of practice! Rehaan never showed his journals to anyone. Ever. As far as anyone knew him, he didn’t even have any journal to hide one, except G