Burari Case Diary Notes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He then rushed with it to Kobsook, who hurriedly took it from his hands and rushed out. Aroon sighed. He hadn't closed the drawer so he went back to the office room. He was about to close the drawer but something caught his attention. A reddish brown coloured diary. He hadn't seen it when he checked the room earlier. He took it and turned the pages and understood it was just his Dad's business diary. He was about to put it back but then he noticed something else, poking out from below the few files, the drawer contained. Aroon dragged the thing out. It was a rusty old key. It looked unique. So Aroon put the diary back and examined the key. It had an elephant symbol carved on top.

His schedule was empty today since afternoon. I was about to turn back and close the door behind me when I saw something peeping out of his half open desk drawer. I took out what looked like a diary. It was soo girly. Why would Armaan use such a girly diary? I chuckled at just the mere thought of it Then it clicked me. I opened it and scrutinized the handwriting.... It was Ayesha's diary!!! I knew it! I had my suspicions all along. No wonder why Armaan had been acting like that and treating Ayesha in such ways as if he had developed some kind of Bipolar problem.

The bartender spoke. Turning to him, I took the glass and smiled. Along with the glass a little note was passed to me. Casually sipping on the glass, I read the note, 'Third seat of the left corner, curly-blonde girl in black short dress.' I looked in the direction and found out the girl. Once again reading the note, 'The deceased's illegitimate daughter. And the man in a black shirt beside her was the investigating officer of the case. They are suspicious_ The rest is yours.' Reading, I crumpled the note, shoving it into my pocket before turning to the bartender.

Slowly opening it, he revealed a pink diary adorned with a bunny hugging a carrot, its pages secured by a plastic lock requiring a password. Although the lock could have been easily broken, Landon hesitated, pondering for a moment before impulsively entering his birthday. The lock clicked open.

"Maybe this diary holds the key to uncovering more about my past." Sonia sat alone in her room, engrossed in the contents of Frank's diary and records spread out in front of her. With meticulous care, she arranged them in chronological order based on the dates inscribed on each page. Deeply curious, she decided to begin with the entry that coincided with her own birth year.

It's my husband's dairy and ahad didn't hide anything from me till now so - I thought . I am already warning you and afterwards if you regret don't come for help ok bye - spoke consy. I will not regret and bye huhh - I thought. I quickly locked the door and sat with the diary on bed by crossing my legs. And opened the first page of it. A photo fell from the diary. It was the picture of A boy and A girl.The boy is ahad as I have seen his young adult pictures. And the girl I really don't know.I kept the photo on table and started reading the first page of diary.

Author’s P. O. V. “Reports of patient of room no 809,” Abhay asked as his assistant nodded and handed him the reports; Abhay thanked her before he excused himself and looked at Kabir who was standing just behind him. Abhay sat on his chair before he opened the Envelop; he read them before throwing them at Kabir’s face. “Read,” His tone was full of anger; Kabir glanced at the reports as his eyes widened, they were the same, nothing at all in her system.

Safe travels. I stared at it for a moment. The timing was intentional—just early enough to remind me I was no longer part of the ongoing conversation. I didn’t respond. Didn’t delete it either. I archived it. Barry still didn’t get it. This wasn’t a race. I was building something—quietly, carefully, deliberately. And unlike his spotlight, mine didn’t need permission to last. That afternoon, Dorris found me in the lobby, holding a slim folder. “Last of the notes,” she said. “And someone left behind a seating chart—hand-drawn, with priority tiers.”

Then, she covered the piano and left the room to hers. When Leon got to his study, he leaned against the door and unlocked his phone. Darious had already sent a file. It contained hospital records, birth logs and attached notes. Leon opened it to check the contents but the image was blurry, partly faded. He frowned, tried to zoom in to make sense of it, but most of the handwriting was barely legible. Then, he went to his call log and dialed Darious’ number. The line clicked almost immediately. “Sir, have you gone through the files?”

And a single, sealed manila envelope, gone brittle with age. LJ lifted the case out. It was surprisingly heavy. He set it on a dusty workbench and looked at me. “You should do it.” My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. I reached out and unlatched the case. It wasn't a weapon. It wasn't a stack of damning documents. It was rows of neatly packed, chemical vials. Each one was carefully labeled with a string of letters and numbers that meant nothing to me. And nestled beside them was a bound laboratory notebook.