Bihar Diaries Novels & Stories

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

{About who and what I am, or was if I am dead, oh baby girl. "Mom? Who are you?" {About his world and my world. Oh, baby girl, I wanted you to experience as much of an everyday life as I could have given you. I know it was not much. Please forgive me. There is a diary with all the details of your Father's and my relationship, a picture of your Father, and behind it is his name and contact info should you decide you would like to meet him.

It was a kind of motivational story that She finds interesting and motivated in this kind of scenario. After ten minutes, Akshadh completed writing and he placed the diary in the table as usual. Janu was completely immersed in the book. She was not interested in reading his love personal diary. Every day while cleaning the room, she had a glance at the diary but she never opened it. It is more than enough to get hurt him every day and didn't want to get hurt by reading that in his absence. Akshadh took long steps and took his bike key. He informed his maa and went out.

Jess asked, her voice sweet but laced with something seductive. “Yes,” I replied, my cheeks already warming. She handed me a form, leaning forward enough that I could see the deep valley between her breasts. “Fill this out carefully. Dr. Freya is amazing… she knows exactly how to take care of women like you.” The nameplate on the inner door read **Dr. Freya Sharma, MBBS**. After I returned the form, Jess scanned it and asked softly, “Three days constipated? Poor thing… you must be so full and uncomfortable.”

Chapter 1 - The Red Dot The call came on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was already losing hope. I'd been sprawled across my bed for three hours, thumb aching from scrolling, eyes blurry from squinting at listing photos that all looked the same. Grainy kitchen shots. Bedrooms with weird stains on the carpet. Bathrooms that made me want to shower with my shoes on. Every affordable place was a disaster, and every nice place cost more than I made in a month.

My throat burned. I grabbed a half-filled bottle of water I had left on my desk and gulped it down at once. The feeling came again, rumbling down in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if this was pregnancy-induced or the pool of blood that kept flashing back to my mind. I got to the bathroom before I let it out. The sink was covered in my puke. I ran water over my face. I dragged in air slowly as I walked back to the office. A diary caught my eye as I packed every file and document back into the drawers. Pink colored thick-covered diary. This must have belonged to Victoria.

I cried out while I could feel my orgasm ripping through me and my pussy spasming as I soak his cock. Brian follows seconds later, burying deep and flooding me with hot cum as his grip bruises my hip. We pant and slumped against the wall while his forehead is on my shoulder. Then—a ding. The lights flicker, and the doors slide open. I pull away first, yanking my skirt down and smoothing my hair as I step out into the lobby. Act normal. Just act normal. Brian follows behind, zipping up casually. 'You are still insufferable,' I snapped over my shoulder, voice shaky but defiant.

A small, easy breath left him. Then he opened the diary again and turned the page. “Alright,” he muttered. “Let’s see what’s next.” ______ Episode 8 – The Serial Cheater The air in the dimly lit hotel bar was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and spilled whiskey, but Marcus breathed it in like it was pure oxygen. At a corner table, he leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass as he watched her.

The orange hue of the sky was pleasant as the sun sank for a siesta behind the Aravali's. "Bijolia...next stop Bijolia!" Shouted the conductor. Mrinal and Vidhi got off the bus and looked around the little village which gave off a pale glow of electricity. Vidhi looked around and then said, "That's the guest house. Let's go!"  Entering the lodge, the two girls sat down and took out the book. Placing it on the floor they turned the page as carefully as possible. Mrinal began reading the words.... "Eklinji ra pranam,

I pulled my hand away and took a step back, locking eyes with him. "No. It's not that you didn't notice me. You just never thought I was worth your attention. "When we landed in Svalmere, I was pale and clearly unwell, but instead of caring, you were more worried about Madison being alone at the hotel. "And when I got back after being buried in snow for hours, all I wanted was to sleep, but you brought me a bowl of mutton stew, even though you knew I hated mutton, and tried to force me to eat it. To you, what I need or want doesn't matter.