Bihar Diaries Novels & Stories

To give them the reaction they came for. Bianca steps forward angrily. “You bitch—” I catch her wrist. “Don’t.” “But, Angel—” “Please.” My voice is so quiet that even I barely hear it. I look down at the books scattered across the wet pavement. Then I see it. My diary. It lies beside them, its leather cover splashed with coffee. Everything inside me goes still—I can replace my hoodie. I can buy new textbooks. I can wash the coffee from my skin.

" I just nodded, he gave me the diary, I clipped the paper and father closed the door. I closed my eyes, I was born in the 1720's. I started thinking the year and began chanting: To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my fornlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction At that a faint light covered me. At first it was warm then suddenly I felt an excruciating pain. I felt knives peeling my skin, flames burning me. I thought that returning back in time is more painful than going forward. I dropped to my knees, I'm coughing blood and I can see my skin on the floor, blood was all around. My sight is getting blurry. When will this pain

deep in my heart my soul said perhaps it belonged to Randhir. I took small steps towards table and..with shaking hands..I caressed it lightly.The decent human inside me stopped from interfacing someone's personal stuffs ..very personal I must say.On the other hand the traitor heart incouraged me to read it if I wish to know the Real Him. Being a curious person I flip the cover of diary and...four impressive lines were written on the very first page. ''The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep,

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

Shehryaar's grandmother had told her that the children and Haider did not let anyone touch their mother and his wife's belongings so they were shifted to this room and it was sealed. She was about to go out when her eyes fell upon a brown worn out diary lying underneath the broken dressing table. She retrieved it quickly. Her heart was drumming in her ears. She knew something was there. Her gut feeling told her. As she opened the diary and overviewed it. And all she got was that it was Jaha Ara's diary. She decided to read it carefully afterwards because it has been quite a time, Shehryaar could come here anytime. She needed to go and take a shower.

I took a deep breath inhaling all the dust that had been stagnating in the room. 'The watchman has become blind ', I thought as I decided to lock the door again when I noticed something. A diary. I walked in and picked it up. Pink I'm colour, had to be a girl's diary. I walked out with it turning off the lights and locking the door again. I opened it. This Diary belongs to Akansha Goenka. The first sentence I read after opening it in fine cursive handwriting. It belonged to Akansha. Not that bad either.

" I want to talk with his family. Find the details, then we will take any decision. " After leaving the morgue Deepak drove captain Bajwa to his office and handed a file to him, " Captain! It's the details of the boy and his bag we found from the trash, we put it in your office. " Captain Bajwa took the file and just silently sat on his seat. He was in deep thoughts after seeing Vihaan's dead body. Depak just silently drove the car and dropped Captain Bajwa to his office. He hurriedly wore the gloves and opened Vihaan's bag. He found two pairs of clothes, 500 Indian rupees and one diary. He sat on his chair and started reading it.

Amrita’s POV: I was busy with Bhanu and my In-laws when Aisha barged inside without any warning, her hairs were little messy while her face had turned into deeper shade of RED, her blue eyes were little teary while her breath was hitched, she walked in front of me and sat in front wooden table and simply showed me laptop that she was carrying however what shocked me was when I saw that my personal diary Pen Drive was attached to her laptop and at that very instant I knew she has read everything inside it when suddenly her question brought back all my past memories “I already read about it but now I want to hear from you maa… I want to know about REVA about Black Monday?” she questioned me.

Shayla understood her and didn’t say any words. When Bria was gathering all her belongings inside her drawer, a not familiar book caught her attention. It was in the corner of her drawer and it has a purple and pink cover. She got curious about what’s inside, so she flipped the book and realized it was a diary. And it belongs to her mom. “Journey with my little Gummy bear, Sabria Verone.” was written on the cover. At that moment, she felt the presence of her mom. She turned the page led her to the very first day her mom wrote on the dairy.