Never Meant To Be

" Huh! Finally this project is going to end today. Now I will finally be meeting my family.", I exclaimed with joy. "But where the hell is this Utsav. Utsav! Utsav! Now where have you gone? I have already packed my luggage. Ugh! this guy is getting on my nerves." Peter is my co-worker and recently we took over a writing project about an old village for which we had to visit a site personally. And we were living in a old villa during this project. Actually rather than just a co-worker he is like my younger brother. From one room Utsav came back with piles of files and photos. "Now from where you have picked these useless trash. You know that this place gives me bad and wrong vibes and I want to leave this place immediately but you are collecting these things. I don't know what's actually wrong with you", I said in an angry tone. "shh! mam sometimes the things which we consider useless might be most useful. See I have found many things which can provide us knowledge about past we can use these information for writing too. You should also check rooms. May be you will find something useful too. And anyways we have still 6 hours for flight and everything is arranged plus airport is only 15 minutes away.", he said to me. I said," Really? let's see then." Then I began to search through the piles of books in library but I didn't find any interesting there. After searching for a while in other rooms I didn't find any important things. I started to wander my eyes all over the villa. Suddenly my eyes fell on a room. That room was really dark so I never dared to look inside it but since it was last day of us staying there I thought about conquering over my cowardness and look through that room. I began to go towards that room. Inside the room was even more darker and was covered with spider web. I began to clean some web and make my way through the room by holding torch in hand. There were beautiful paintings hung over the walls just seemed like they were made by a very professional painter. The painting looked so real and lively but was in the state of decaying. After looking over paintings I thought there is nothing useful so I thought of leaving the room. Suddenly my eyes fell on something which was little brighter. I moved towards it and saw that it was a box whose lock was made up of gold. The box was locked that carefully as just looked like the owner of the box wanted to so curiosity inside me for knowing what's inside the box increased even more. I searched for something to break the lock. Nearby I saw a hammer lying on the table. I tried hard to open the lock but failed. After many failed attempts, finally I decided to find the key. Again my never-ending searching started. I looked at drawers, tables, beneath the bed and everywhere as possible but the key was nowhere to be found. Then I saw an painting of dog hung on wall and when I stared at it I saw the golden colored key on that dog's neck. When I removed that painting from that wall , a small door appeared which was covered with thin piece of clothes so it was easy to tear it. I opened the door and found a key but it just looked like a normal key nothing same as the key on the dog's neck. At first I thought it's not the key I had been searching but still thought about trying. When I tried to open the golden lock ,it opened. Inside that box, I found a diary whose cover was painted with black-gold color but it looked like a normal diary. Suddenly I realized someone pat on my shoulder. I got scared and screamed but I suddenly realize it was none other than Utsav. " Utsav! do you want me to die of heart attack. Can't you let me know that you had been coming. The surrounding here is already creepy and you are making me scared by coming like this.", I screamed with anger. Utsav said," Sorry mam! sometimes fun should be allowed, right? Anyways I came to inform you that our time for saying goodbye to this place has come. I have already called taxi and it has already arrived and I have put our luggage inside. If you want to take something else take it fast cause we are going to leave for airport in 5 minutes." I moved my head as sign of approval. When I was about to leave I noticed a door which was maybe locked from inside. I was shocked at that time when I saw frozen blood beneath the door. My hands got freezed and my legs were trembling but still I made courage and tried to open the door. When I was about to try to open the door, the painting hung on the wall started to fall as someone was throwing them angrily. I picked up the diary hurriedly and started to run outside with a loud scream. When Utsav saw me in that situation he got tensed too and asked me about what happened? With a trembling voice I said to him," Something is there. Someone is there. We need to go. Fast .Faaaassssttt." Looking at the situation he didn't asked me anything further. Then we reached to the ariport and we sat on plane. When I calmed down Peter tried to ask me what happened but I made him shut up. At the flight I realized that the diary was still in my hands. I hesitated for a while but gathered courage and opened the diary, started to read it. On the first page of the diary it was written "Never meant to be"