My dairy with journey story

Hello, everyone. My name is Goshi. I am a freelancer as well as a student.I'm struggling for my future in the middle of the city with my gorgeous friend Sitara and childhood buddy Bd. We are staying at the flat. Both are working in the hospital, and I am a freelancer. Today is Friday, my college's last project submission day, and my last month as an intern at my office, so I got ready early in the morning to go to college and the office. Unfortunately, heavy rain may fall after college as I wait for the bus to take me to the office at 8 a.m. Despite my love of rain, I am melancholy today. So I arrived late at the office. My employer stared at me. I remain silent and start a podcast. Hello everyone, Good morning! I’m your host, Goshi, and today I’m here to present your show. Let’s get started with “Our podcasts always tell your story” along with some lovely trending music. I hope you all enjoy this beautiful song, especially with the ongoing wonderful rain. While music and rain were going on together, I went to the bedroom to store some unwanted items and discovered an old, beautifully designed diary. When I read the first page heading, "Start diary with mention of my story," I recall something about my past. Soon, Mr. Sina called me, saying that people were only voting for love stories in the chat box, but we didn’t have one today. I decided to share the diary’s story with our audience. #Unbelievable #Nonsense #With full❤️ "Do you want to know me and my story? Then join me on my journey." Hello, my name is Kaira, and I am 27 years old. I work as a freelancer, therefore I only worked for a wedding planner for two months. After I finished my work, I prepared to attend a party at the Kina Club with my gorgeous friend Sitara and his partner Bd. Despite the fact that the setup is fairly lovely, I do not particularly enjoy it. Then, after I finishing 5 wine bottles due to my foolish broken heart, I have no idea what I did at the party after getting drunk, but I do remember that when I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital. I noticed my buddy Sitara conversing with a doctor about my illness. " I asked Sitara. sitara Could you tell me last night what I did? She smiled and said nothing. I asked :how I ended up here if I had done nothing. She said: What I have to tell you. You know what I did last night. I said :I was drunk. I slapped a guy who had a terrible look at me. Sitara: Then after Me: I am not sure. Sitara: You're in the hospital; I'm telling you everything at home. Now stay here for a movement . I stated that I was uncomfortable and wanted to go home. Sitara, please help me. She said, "Okay, I am here to help, but first I finished my conversation with Doctor Sital. at apartment How I enter I asked Sitara about what was happening. Before she could respond, my phone rang, and it was my uncle informing me of my grandfather's death. When I heard this, I became anxious because he is the only person in my family who loves me the most. I cry frequently.I informed Sitara of this . She assisted me with packing my items that need and travelling to my homeland. At Home While I was travelling from Kathmandu to my home town, I saw a girl who was staying near me. I asked her, Hy, what happened even though I was carrying internally. She replied with nothing. If nothing, then why are you carrying it? She said after a long time I was going to my hometown to meet my grandmother. I said okay. Then she asked :Sister What happened with you? Why are you also crying? I said sadly that my grandfather was the last light. After 4 hours of travelling by micro, I reached home. As I opened the door, at first I had to find out my father and stepmother, who were waiting for me. Because everyone knows that I am that granddaughter who was raised by a grandfather. They are trying to talk with me, but I did not allow them. Yet I wasn't able to forget that day when my father brought my stepmother and divorced with my mother because my mother is not beautiful as compared to my stepmother. After my parents divorced, what I did was send my mom to Germany with my uncle to work there. So I directly went near my grandmother’s side and cried a lot. I recall everything he had done for me. how he went to the market to bring chocolates for me. How we went for the trip. My grandma, father, and I always stay like friends. When I saw my grandmother. She was not able to handle herself either. We did all the death ceremonies. After this ceremony,. While I was staying near my grandmother. Suddenly one neighbour aunty asked my current activities. I stayed quietly, smiled, and said nothing. Then she went. After a few days, I returned to Kathmandu and started my daily work. After 10 months During the dashing festive session One evening, while I was watching a movie on my laptop with my uncle, Ram, my grandmother called me Kaira kaira I said yes, Granny. Let's go for a walk with me. I said yes immediately because I don't want to make her sad. We went for a walk after a long, long period and the death of my grandfather. While we were walking on the road, I felt something. She suddenly asked about my relationship status. I replied with a heavy heart, "No." My grandmother said,Kaira, Kaira, do you know that your grandfather is awesome and perfect for me?? I reply OK, no problem. I will also search for a boy like him for me. Then she smiled and said, No, I will search for you because before my death I wanted to see your married life. I smiled and said, Let's go, Granny. We have to reach home, and I have to finish a lot of work. Early in the morning, Sitara called me to remind me of appointments with Mr. Sona tomorrow evening. While I was creating the presentation. Father called me for dinner. I did give him responses, responses, but I went for dinner. . I saw that my father was giving a signal to my grandmother to ask me to get married. Then, after Grandmother started to talk to me on the topic of marriage,. I said I had no interest. Granny blackmailed me to catch up with guys once who were my granny uncle grandson. And name was Shyam, who had been living in Kathmandu since childhood. Me: No way, no chance. I am not going to marry with him. She wanted to resolve the problem between them through my marriage and hoped to see me married before she passed away. I said, "No, I can’t." However, my grandmother emotionally insisted on me saying, I am telling you only to meet one time afterward; the decision afterwards is my. and I agreed to meet Shyam by keeping one condition in front of my family. After meeting, nobody can force me to marry him; otherwise, I will leave this house. . I woke up suddenly and went to my room because I had to finish my work. My smart granny fixed the meeting for tomorrow evening. After finishing my work while I was returning home, I saw AK, but I was really confused—that is, that guy is Ak. . Anyway, I was too late; otherwise, Granny would kill me. . So I went home and got ready to meet after all. After 10 minutes, my stepmother called me. When I saw Ak, who is coming for my proposal. I don't know what happened to me. I said to Granny. You had chosen him for me. No way; it's not going to happen. It's impossible. Granny said, "Why, what's wrong with you? Me: His name is Ak, not Shyam. I don't think he is a good boy for my life, even though he is nice in his personal life only. And rejected Ak: Reply softly I am here to see you only because of my father. Let me tell you one thing. Believe me, I don't have any idea. Me: Oh, hello, don't be innocent. And silently I went to my room. Granny asks sorry to his and his family for my stupid behaviour. Granny asked when I was crying to look at the moon from my room window. She is trying to understand me and my feelings towards Ak. Granny asked me: Why did you react like that, and what is the issue between you and him? "Do you know him before?" I replied, "Yes, he is emotionless and did wrong to me. Sorry, Granny, but I can’t marry with a cheater." Grandmother insisted I give him a chance, but I refused, saying, "Sorry, I cannot marry him. His name is Ak, not Shyam." I insulted him and his family out of ego.