Burari Diary Novels & Stories

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

After dinner,I asked Nicola to take him to his room and I went in the kitchen to bring luke warm milk for him with turmeric and other healing ingredients. When I entered in his room ,he was by the window . He was writing something.. perhaps in his diary .I recognize it's brown cover. "You should be in bed til now..Mr. Shekhawat.."I said sitting on the bed. He was too much lost in his writing that he didn't realize my presence in his room resulting him to flinch . He quickly closed his diary and turned to me. "So...many secrets must be in this diary.."I pointed at the diary.

The morning light filters through the half-open curtains, warming my bare skin as I stretch lazily across the sheets. It has been exactly one week since that unforgettable night with Tara, and her scent still lingers faintly on my pillow. My body carries the faint remnants of her marks, now fading into soft yellowish traces, but the memory of her submission still makes my pulse quicken. I roll out of bed, slip on a loose tank top and black boy shorts, and decide today feels like the perfect day for something new.

In her eight years, this was the first time she got wounded. I placed the blood in a tube like container. I stopped reading, my heart raced and I suddenly get restless. I placed the journal in my pocket and went upstairs. I took a peek in Talia’s room and saw her asleep. I was about to close the door when I saw something, it was glistening in her room. Tube like glass and contains a shimmering orange liquid. Wait! That’s the one Barbara was pertaining in her journal. I closed the door and head back to Barbara’s room.

Meanwhile, I just noticed again the parcel. I opened it out of curiosity. It's a diary with a lock. I opened it. The first page says: "It's not the future that you are afraid of. It's repeating the past that makes you anxious." I was a little terrified to see such a painful tagline. I flipped the page. There was a sketch of a model with a beautiful white backless lace dress with orange stilettos and a matching bright orange handbag. I guess this girl is related to fashion and dress designs

, I again asked him out of curiosity Replying to which he just showed me a book and when I opened it to my shock I came to know that it's my very own diary which I lost in future which is in year 2019 when I went on alone trip just few months back before participating in the competition How do you get this diary ?”, I asked him " You will come to know everything with passing time but first you have to come with me on the occasion which is going to take place this evening which is sir Thomas Andrew's award ceremony

I tried to reach it after I bent down. My brows furrowed when I saw my old diary, it was so old and I almost forgot about this. Slowly wiping the dust that covers my diary, I keep shaking my head trying to remember what this is for. "I used to do something like this?" I asked myself and slowly sat down on my bed. This journal is covered with a black leather hardbound but full of batman stickers?! What the fuck? I keep on examining the diary until I decide to open it when a message greets my eyes.

I had always assumed that it was something I did wrong when I was a child, something I was punished for but now I knew I did nothing wrong, this was just my cursed fate. Picking up the diary as instructed, and examining it first, I noticed a lot of things. It was a brown worn out big book decorated with gems. I could see from the side that its pages were worn out and some were even torn. “Whose diary is it?” I wondered anxiously, I knew it belonged to one of them but only when I opened it would I find who it actually belonged to, so I tried to open it but I couldn't. It didn't have a lock, didn't have any password slot, it looked like an ordinary book but it just wouldn't open up.

She told her that"Whenever you feel that something is disturbing you and you want it to share with anyone but you feel that no familiar face is around you.Remember that then your diary is your best friend.You can share anything with it and it won't spill out anything." Maybe she could give it a try.She went to the book shelf and pulled out a diary.It ones belonged to her mother.Ari gifted it to her on new year.She wrote in it during her last days.The first few pages of the diary were filled with Erica's grief.Ari didn't sneaked in them because the last time she found anything from her mother it changed her life.God knows what she wrote in there.She could have chosed any other diary to write