روايات وقصص ضمن Burari Diary

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.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

But the butler Fotune also kept that surprise in her heart, but on the outside, she was still very calm, she took out a tangerine watch from her pocket and said: - Usually, we only necessary to cook breakfast and dinner for the master, because he will eat lunch at school. But today I have you here, so I will cook lunch for the master. - Yes. butler Fotune. - Oh, do you know how to ride a bike? - Yes, yes. I know. When I was in the countryside, I rode my bicycle to deliver milk every day. So I ride very fast, what do you need me to do, butler Fotune?

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."

“Please.” I slapped his hand away and pulled out the torn pieces of paper I’d hidden earlier. “Here. This is all I got from the diary,” I said, placing them on the bed. His eyes darted between the papers and me as I started arranging them in order. My breath hitched with relief. “Thank goodness,” I muttered. “What’s that?” he asked, his eyes narrowing again. “This… Adrian… it’s about the Lunaris Bloom. Just like you said—there’s one that was preserved. My mom wrote about it,” I said, handing him the paper.

I craved this house, the people present here and that's why I chose to return. As I looked around the room, it was still the same. Everything looked similar, but there was one staggering difference. The bar was empty, there was no alcohol available there and it surprised me. "I have left drinking," Avyaan announced. I looked at him, surprised. But then, my eyes fell on a diary kept on the table. As soon as I looked at it, Avyaan rushed to it and picked it up from the table and kept it in his pocket, surprising me.

Nick picked up a blue diary. He desperately opened it and turned to the first page. That wasn’t it. Nick tossed it aside and found the black journal. He turned to the first page. He exhaled when he realized that it was a continuation of the red one he had read. Nick sat Indian style and zoomed in on the entry.