Burari Diary Novels & Stories

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.

"Jackpot." I grinned. What better way to know a person's deep, dark secret than through their diary? And with how hidden this one was, there had to be some dirty little secrets. Some recent dirty secrets because the last date was just a few months ago. I sat down on the floor and began reading the first entry. Some minutes and some pages later, I was already getting bored out of my mind. It was just the usual stuff of how her day went and what somebody did to hurt her. Boring drama but no juicy story.

“Though I don’t know what he found so interesting about this specific entry. This diary is enchanted, as you may already have noticed. If anyone other than a duly recognized person tried to open the diary, all they would see would be a few hundred pages of nonsensical, mundane entries written in Gaian. The real form of this diary is an audio recording of whatever the owner wanted to keep safe.” “This entry was dated year 368…That’s like, two hundred and thirty years ago,” I said. “And the woman who owned the diary said something about a Czar. If she was really a Romina ancestor, then she would be referring to the City State of New Moscow, all the way in Western Eurasia.” Dad and the Commande

"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.

With a shaky breath, I put them back in the box and looked at the diary. “Just do it, Nina. You need to know the truth.” I finally picked up the diary and undid the slim rope keeping the thick leather diary close. ____ A. Gupta

he felt suffocated at the thought that dairy once made him live is now leaving him. But still, he tightened his grip and sat like a statue. His body froze when he heard Varun's voice. "Got it.", Varun pulled out a grey and white lock diary that looked pretty and elegant. Varun smiled as he stared at the Dairy. "I had no confidence to get it back then...I was worried I would kill or die if I...Huh, but now that I knew my princess is alive, I will bring back all her shattered pieces as one. Anan then I won't disturb you anymore, sorry about the diary I will not let anyone disturb your married life anymore.", Varun smiled as he walked out of the room without even looking back.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

He was referring to the bedroom of Sunny and Cate. "What did you find inside?" Hazel hurriedly asked. "I found our mother's diary in Sunny's cupboard," Joshua whispered. "Really? Where is it?" Hazel's eyes lit up. Joshua took it out his phone and handed it to Hazel. If he took the diary, it would have been discovered, so he took photos to give them more time. Hazel looked at some of the pictures, she felt very strange. She knew it was Cate’s diary, but the content was just ordinary everyday information, she mentioned events that she and Sunny experienced together but nothing helpful. It was apparent that the two sisters got along really well.

Painting always helped. flipped the sketchbook open,I pulled out a pencil from my bag and something slid out. A small leather notebook. Dark brown. Worn edges. Definitely not mine. I frowned and picked it up. “Did I buy a diary in my sleep?” I muttered. I opened it. The first page hit me like a punch. CHARLOTTE TILBURY: PRIVATE DO NOT TOUCH. SERIOUSLY. IF YOU’RE READING THIS, PUT IT BACK. My soul evaporated.

I walk to the door to check if it's locked. After checking it twice, I move to the window and lock it before losing the curtains. I look around to see if everything is set. And yes, we are good to read! I run to the cupboard and take the diary out. This diary smells like old times. I brush it a few times while walking to my bed. I lay in the most comfortable reading position I can find before opening the diary. 'Rily Dencer.' I turn the page and see a picture of a young girl. The picture has become yellow because of time maybe but still can't hide the beautiful lady beneath it.