Burari Case Diary Notes Novels & Stories

, Nisha glared at Neil as she was happy to see nervousness on his face. "What did you mean by this?", Neil asked coldly to Nisha. "When she ran out of the hotel and did not return to Suryanarayana Mansion. We searched her room and we found her diaries and some pictures in which everything was mentioned about her secret", Nisha said and Neil and Arjun frowned deeply. "What secret?", Arjun asked as he was nervous too about the mentioning of the secret. "She is sick. She is a mentally retarded person", Avantika replied to him and grinned like a mad woman.

I set the manila envelope marked EVIDENCE A on the kitchen counter. Then I added a new one: EVIDENCE B: WITNESS ACCOUNTS And inside it, I placed a new sheet: > Witness 1: Tami F. Testimony: Corroborated Barrington Cross patterns of predatory behavior. Recurring trauma symptoms. Deleted blog post confirmed. I stared at the envelope for a long time. Then I walked to the study. He looked up the second I knocked. "Hey," I said softly. "Do you have five minutes?"

ONE ATTEMPT REMAINING. Gritting my teeth, on a wild impulse, I punched in my own birthday. The safe door clicked and swung open. My eyes went wide. The top-secret safe of a Mafia Don, and the password was my birthday? Holding my breath, I looked inside. There were no business secrets. Just a few boxes and a black leather-bound diary. I opened the first box. Inside, there were no diamonds. Just a pen with bite marks on the end, half an eraser, and a faded pink hair tie.

"That day when I saw how precious you treated your mother's notebook, I thought of what you told me last time about going to the Case residence to get your mother's belongings. So I went to the Case family and asked them to hand over all your mother's things. All that remains are this photo album and a diary. The diary seems to have been soaked in water before, as the cover is blurred." Kisa listened and swept a glance at the coffee table, only to find a bag next to the photo album. She quickly took the thing out of the bag. It was a diary with a blurry cover. She opened it and looked at it; much of the handwriting inside was illegible. No matter what, it was her mother's belongings, and to

I found a few notes of cash so I took out a few notes from that drawer. When I was getting money from the drawer something fell on the ground. I bent down and picked up the book from the ground. I saw that it was a diary. I opened the diary. On the first page, it was written that it solely belongs to Aaron Malhotra. Whoever reads this diary without its owner's permission will face severe consequences... I kept the diary on the bed and gave money to the maid. I told her to bring me 2-3 packets of sanitary pads.

I went over to the desk and started ripping papers writing years down. The oldest recollection I had was before the barrier was erected but that was just in passing memory. This Diary starts out with the night of the barrier being created. It’s by far the oldest and at fifteen hundred years old I put that one first on the shelf taking care to place the others on the floor. There were nearly a hundred diaries each from a different person but whatever reason Dimitris had them here I didn’t know. I just knew that time was flying by as I continued looking up dates and marking down years. A few times I’d get caught up in reading until I was brought back to the task on hand. Maybe making it throug

The top-right corners of the pages keep crumbling into charcoal. I stare at the burnt diary. This is the diary of someone who must have gotten seriously hurt in that day’s blast, I think. Not many people survived the blast; I was one of the few who did. The diary is in bad shape. It doesn’t look as though the person to whom it belongs would have survived the blast. I open the first unburned page. There is no name. Just the initials—RD. ‘You’re late’, Shrey looks at me and says.

I wonder he has his ass fucked or not. There were even a few diaries. I picked up one and hear I found something extremely useful. It had the details of all the murders he had done with the name and accomodation of the victim. Damon should have never stored it but here he did it and now I can torture him with this. I left the place taking the diary too running down the pipe and jumping off the boundary wall....

I'm in your room right now. - Nobody touches our things, Babi. They are on the dresser, where I left them, with the pages already marked, where I folded the ones necessary for Heitor's reading. - Ben, they're not. - Did you look right? Didn't put it somewhere else and don't remember anymore? Barbara, how many nights have you not slept? - Closing two. And I'm still lucid... Too much. I need the fucking diaries. - Search better. They didn't leave the house walking alone.

The soft thud against the mattress was barely audible, but in the silence of the room, it felt deafening. My fingers grazed the rusted zipper. It resisted slightly before giving way with a slow, reluctant rasp. The scent of faded fabric and something inherently her curled into my nose. Inside, the contents were mundane— old clothes, everyday necessities, the kind of things that spoke of survival, not comfort. Then, my eyes landed on it. A battered book. A stack of certificates. And at the very bottom, a diary. Bingo. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. I took out my phone, adjusted the angle, and snapped a quick picture of the certificate before restoring everything else to its original place.