Burari Diary Novels & Stories

"How is this possible? I always treasured that diary. How could it be gone? "Kara must have hidden it." Bennett tried to stay calm and called the butler. There was a butler and also surveillance cameras at the villa. Since Kara didn't like strangers, the butler only came twice a week. When the butler arrived, Bennett couldn't wait to ask where the diary was. "Sir, is it a thick green diary with Kara's name written on it?" "Yes, that's the one! Where is it?" The butler, startled by Bennett's urgency, hesitated and said, "Didn't Kara burn it? You were there that day when it happened."

Setting the book on the bed I finished putting my clothes on. The sound of the shower told me I would not see Ava for probably a half hour. Besides I had not planned on staying much longer since I had no idea when her parents would return. I went to leave but the diary caught my eye once more. A quick peek would not hurt. Lifting the book, it opened near the middle where she had left a pen in as a bookmark. I had not been prepared for what she had written. "Dear diary, why am I so horny all the time? This morning, I was rubbing my pussy before I was even awake. I cam twice and I was dreaming about getting rapped! Is there something wrong with me for that?"

He made me tired. “So today Zaroon Durani will decide what I am going to wear.” I muttered to myself as I reached the bedroom with a moisturizer in my hand while smiling like a maniac. I was smiling like a fool to myself while applying moisturizer when I heard him behind me. “Where did you find it?’ I turned around and my whole body froze when I found the diary I found that in the library in his hand. The bubble I had just made few ago bursted seeing his clenched jaw and eyes filled with rage.

It was one warm summer's evening after COVID restrictions had finally been lifted. David and I decided to host a barbecue in our backyard to celebrate. I stood in front of the mirror for a long time choosing my outfit. I slipped on a skimpy bikini top that hugged my breasts tightly and a short denim skirt that showed off my legs. It was daring, but I told myself it was just because of the heat. Deep down, I knew the real reason. I had been carrying so many secret fantasies for years, and I was already fulfilling them…. Carefully, quietly, without my husband knowing, I had fucked most of our neighbors, including a friend of mine's husband in the neighborhood. During the lockdown, since I coul

Driven by some unseen force, I pried open the board. Lying underneath was an iron box wrapped tightly in oil paper. Opening it, I found a thick leather-bound diary and a hard drive sealed in an anti-static bag. A sticky note was attached to the hard drive, bearing my father's shaky handwriting: **[Five years in the making, data finally recovered. This is the best wedding gift for Elara.]** Trembling, I opened the diary first. I expected it to be filled with resentment over the family bankruptcy or worries about the future.

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.

There was also his grandfather Robert, Olivia, and a little baby. Samuel suddenly felt a chill down his spine. How could this Ruby have his father's family portrait? This was incredible. Samuel had a curious mind towards Ruby, so he utilized his advanced hacking knowledge to thoroughly search every nook and cranny of Ruby's computer. In the end, he found Ruby's secret in a hidden folder. That was a diary. Ruby's first diary entry was: I was reborn. Reborn into the body of a strange girl, living with her memories. The days passed by uneventfully, except for the lack of love, but it seemed alright.

Abhi's hands were on his knees and he was fidgeting with his fingers. "Do you remember something which offended someone?" Sanjay kept his hand on his shoulder and squeezed a little. "Uncle, I don't remember anything." Abhi was clueless about the fact. "Abhi, your mother has a habit of writing a diary. Raj has told me. If only you can find them then maybe we can find something." Sanjay reconciled this fact. "I know where they are kept but it has a digital lock-on." Abhi pressed his forehead with his fingers.

There are some blank canvases waiting to be used, others painted to varying degrees of completion, stacked and leaning and propped against the railing. The wall is in a productive chaos. The place smells of linseed oil and turpentine. Barbish is sitting in a wicker chair, his thin legs crossed. He is performing the slow ritual of filling a pipe with tobacco, tamping it, and bringing a match to the bowl. The smoke rises gray into the morning air. The smell is pungent dried cherries and old paper. My face is still flaming from finding out Barbish knows me before today, even before Hester mentioned him to me.

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.