Burari Diary Novels & Stories

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

I cussed, holding my forehead. "This can't be it! There has got to be more!" I couldn't wrap my head around why anyone would lock a series of books inside a heavy safe and bury it. Frustrated, I picked up a hardback notebook, snapped the straps, and opened it. A cursive handwriting came into view. There were dates on each page of the book. I read the first page. "October 19, 1999. Entry for Research 16." "Dear diary,

Thud! My eyes scan my wardrobe, only to find that one of them was slightly opened. I found that weird as I always lock that specific one. That drawer contained my private belongings, which were not a lot. All it contained were my new diary, my menstrual cycle calendar and a few silly notes I had done in the seventh grade when I was “in love”.

"Before I start, I just want you to know, I'll not tell anyone about this conversation. It'll remain between just both of us," "You're making me curious," "Sir, I actually found a diary somehow. It is Jaha Ara's," And she saw how colors flew from his face. "What?" A spontaneous whisper escaped his lips. "Yes... and here she says... that she was... raped and Shehryaar's grandfather knew the person. Since you are his close friend, I came at your door to seek some help in finding me that person," "I never knew about Shabbir and his mafia affairs. I was just a friend he kept to business,"

Author's POV : It's 7:00 in the evening. Smaran leaves the office for his work as soon as they have named her baby girl Tiara in the morning. This time Niyati is playing with Tiara in her room and talking to her with love. Within few minutes, she closes her eyes and falls asleep. Niyati puts her back in her cradle. She then takes out her diary from the drawer. She starts writing about herself, her daughter, and the condition of her relationship in her diary and keeps on writing something or the other for about an hour.

I tried to open the diary but it has a number lock, I used her birthday and birth month but it didn't opened, I used her year of birth it also didn't worked I used her friends birthdays and everything nothing worked, for a trial I thought of checking my birthday, I know she won't use mine but I did just for kind of satisfaction but strangely it worked, so her password is my birthday but why she used my birthday instead of all the people she loved I opened the diary, all the things are about her fun doing with her friends, she wrote about our meeting in elevator and about her first kiss too wahhh she called me cute, then why she never said that infront of me, girls are way mysterious this is

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

A small, easy breath left him. Then he opened the diary again and turned the page. “Alright,” he muttered. “Let’s see what’s next.” ______ Episode 8 – The Serial Cheater The air in the dimly lit hotel bar was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and spilled whiskey, but Marcus breathed it in like it was pure oxygen. At a corner table, he leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass as he watched her.

I am just afraid to read the content inside, and I told her I would take It home and read it when I'm a bit calm and less nervous, but up until now, I'm still hella nervous to open it up. I silently breathed in and out, letting my shoulder relax, my hand reached for the diary and I stared at it for a while, I closed my eyes and breathed out as I unzipped the book, which had a zipper on it, Remi never kept a diary when we were in Texas, I am not sure what prompted her to start doing so. I opened the diary and swiped to the first page, a smile spread across my lips as I read the first paragraph. "Dear Diary, I hope you keep my little secrets safe."