Novel & Cerita Burari Diary

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

We both looked at what was in the crawl space. A box. Small, wooden, the kind of plain undecorated thing you bought because you needed something to put something in and appearance was beside the point. And beside the box, laid flat and open, a leather journal. I reached for the journal. It was filled, cover to cover, in Indira’s handwriting. Small and exact and consistent, the handwriting of someone who wrote the way they thought. Methodically. Nothing wasted. I turned to the last entry. The date was two days ago.

Her crazy senses were activated and she immediately removed the frame from the wall. Her instincts weren't bad. There was a locker behind the chassis. She tried to get into the locker, but she didn't make it. She thought it over and placed Hea's date of birth as a password. Fortunately, that worked and the locker opened. She saw a blue diary in front of her and other documentation. She swiftly took the diary and opened it. She took pictures of the pages and hid the diary beneath her blazer. She locked the locker again and put the frame back as it is.

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.

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 want to see the diary,’ he says sternly. ‘Fine,’ I say. I get the diary for him and hand it over. His eyes light up. He runs his fingers through the burnt edges of the diary and flips through the pages. He feels the crumbling edges of the pages and looks at me. ‘This is freaking awesome,’ he says. I knew he’d say that. This sort of stuff is very Shreyish. He is the one with the passion and the zeal to do things that one would normally stay away from. He is the crazy one.

Enjoy the journey ............. Emily POv : I was rearranging my cupboard, sorting through the piles of clothes and forgotten items, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a diary. My diary. I paused, feeling a rush of memories flood back at the sight of the worn, weathered cover. It had been so long since I last laid eyes on it, tucked away amidst the clutter of my belongings. With curiosity, I retrieved the diary from its hiding place, feeling the weight of years past in my hands. As I flipped through its pages, the familiar scrawl of my own handwriting greeted me, each entry a window into moments long gone but not forgotten.

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.

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.

Daddy is waiting for you, please come fast. Then he saw a diary, a baby diary was written on it. He opened the diary. On the first page, it was a picture of a pregnancy kit. Then Pia and his picture with one month baby bump, second month baby bump….. He was looking at their pictures when Pia hugged him from behind and asked excitedly,”Do you like it? I have planned this for you.”