K3G in a NEW Light: A World of Illusions, Memories, and Curses

Diary Entry: July 14, 2016

The Raichands—Yash, Nandini, Rahul, Rohan and their wives Anjali and Poo—are perfect. That’s what the world believes. Their smiles are flawless, their lives enviable, untouched by time. But none of it is real. It’s all a lie. They’ve created a world where everything feels too pristine, too immaculate to be true. A world that feels NEW—like an untouched canvas, waiting for a picture to be painted. But what I’m seeing behind that image is nothing like the reality I once knew. It’s as though they’ve woven their lies into the very fabric of existence, reshaping time and memories to suit them.
Rahul, Anjali, Rohan and Poo—they were once like us, human, full of life. Now, they are something else. Something beyond human. I try to remember them before the change, but the memories blur, slipping through my fingers like smoke. I catch glimpses of the truth, like pieces of shattered glass, but every time I reach for them, they vanish.
And now, they’ve set their sights on me.

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Diary Entry: August 1, 2016

I used to believe in the world I saw around me. The Raichands made it all seem so perfect, so complete. But that’s the illusion—they’ve rewritten reality, erasing the past, erasing me. The memories are fading, slipping from my mind like sand through an hourglass, leaving only an empty shell behind.
I see them sometimes—flickers in my dreams. Images of my life before the Raichands twisted everything. Faces I used to know, voices I used to hear, but they’re growing distant, like echoes in a vast, empty hall. I try to hold on, but the pull of their world is stronger. And every time I close my eyes, I feel their presence—those cold, marigold eyes, always watching, always waiting.
They’ve created a NEW version of me. And I’m not sure how much longer I can fight it.

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Diary Entry: September 22, 2016

The world outside has become a blur. It’s like I’m caught in the middle of a dream, and I can’t wake up. The Raichands control everything. They’ve manipulated time, memories, and even my thoughts. I wake up in a house that feels wrong, surrounded by faces that are familiar yet strange, as if they’ve been replaced. And the marigolds—always the marigolds—never let me forget what’s happening.
Sometimes, in the quiet moments, I hear whispers, like the soft rustling of petals in the wind. I hear fragments of a life I once lived, but they’re fading fast. I remember walking through the garden, my hands brushing the marigolds as I passed. The sun was warm on my skin, and I could hear the distant laughter of friends. But now, I see them as shadows, lost in time. I wonder if I will be a shadow too, soon enough.
The Raichands have erased the past. And soon, they’ll erase me.

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Diary Entry: October 10, 2016

I don’t recognize myself anymore. The person I was is gone, replaced by someone who belongs to the Raichands. Someone who believes in their perfect world, their NEW reality.
The marigolds are everywhere. Even in my dreams, I see them, their petals soft and fragrant, but I know they’re not just flowers. They’re a symbol. A warning. I can feel the weight of their presence, pressing down on me, suffocating me.
And in my dreams, I remember. I remember who I used to be—a person who had a life outside of their control. I remember a time before the Raichands. But the memories are fading, slipping into the darkness.
How long can I hold on to what’s left of myself?

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Diary Entry: November 5, 2016

I tried to run. I tried to escape, but they’ve sealed me in their world, and there’s no way out. The Raichands have erased everything I knew, everything I believed in. I walk through this NEW world, but it feels wrong. Everything is too bright, too perfect. The marigolds bloom in the garden, but their beauty is false. They hide the truth.
In my dreams, I see glimpses of who I was. I see myself walking along a path I once knew, the trees swaying in the breeze, the sun shining through the leaves. But the path is gone now. The trees are fading, and the sun has disappeared behind a veil of shadow.
The Raichands have taken everything. And now, they’ve taken me.

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Diary Entry: December 18, 2016

I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m not sure I ever did. They’ve taken my memories, my life, and replaced it with their NEW version of me. The person I was is gone, a distant memory, like the faintest flicker of light in a pitch-black room.
The marigolds haunt me. In the garden, they bloom with an unnatural intensity, their petals glowing in the moonlight, their fragrance overpowering. I can almost feel them calling me, pulling me in.
I’m fading. And I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

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Diary Entry: March 3, 2017

Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. I hear the laughter of people I used to know, and I remember what it felt like to be truly alive. But that was before. Before the Raichands took over.
In my dreams, I see flashes of a life I can’t quite remember. Faces I loved. A house that felt like home. But it’s all slipping away.
The marigolds are always there, like a reminder of what’s been lost. They’re both beautiful and terrifying, like the life I once had.
I am losing myself. And soon, there will be nothing left.

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Diary Entry: June 25, 2017

It’s all gone. My memories. My identity. They’ve erased it all. The Raichands have taken everything. And now, I am just a part of their NEW world.
The marigolds are everywhere, in my dreams, in the garden, in my thoughts. Their petals are soft, but they carry a curse. A curse that has claimed me.
I can feel myself slipping away, becoming just another shadow in their perfect world.

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Diary Entry: March 12, 2018

I can’t remember who I was before this. I can’t remember what it felt like to be free, to live without their control. The Raichands have rewritten everything, and now, I’m nothing but a part of their NEW story.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. If this is my last entry, if I can no longer write, it will mean I’ve disappeared completely. The darkness has claimed me.
Save yourself. Don’t let them take you too.

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2025

Naina sat still, her heart racing as she read the final words, the warning echoing in her mind. The air around her seemed to grow colder, the weight of the words pressing in on her like a heavy blanket.
She had known the Raichands her entire life—trusted them, admired them. But now, after reading these words, the world around her had changed.
The marigolds. The whispers. The unsettling feeling that had always lingered at the edges of her mind—it all made sense now.
She could feel the darkness closing in, the pull of their curse drawing her in, like a shadow slipping under the door. The world seemed to tilt as she realized, with growing terror, that she was already marked.
The Raichands knew her. They had always known her. She was their next victim.

THE CURSE HAD FOUND ITS NEW PREY

 

Note: This story is inspired by the dynamics and characters from the movie Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham (K3G), exploring a darker, more twisted interpretation of its narrative. While the characters and themes have been reimagined, the essence of the story draws from the film’s portrayal of family, secrets, and power. This adaptation is a unique creative work and should not be rewritten, reposted, or redistributed without permission. All rights to this story are reserved.