Burari Diary Novels & Stories

🖱️Victor🖱️ The moment Sammy and Jane left the room with Jayden, the room felt different nAnd somehow more dangerous. I reached inside my coat and pulled out the diary. My mother’s diary. The one that only answers when it wants to. The one that showed me fragments of what was coming before I even understood them. My fingers tightened around it before I opened it. The pages that had been blank before now shimmered faintly. Then slowly, like ink bleeding through water, words began to appear.

She marvelled at her erratic heart beats and wondered if they would ever get normal in his presence. As she searched her bag for the comb, she found the small handpocket sized diary that she bought in a thrift store a long time back. She opened it and skimmed through the enty pages of the book when a crazy creative idea popped up. Smiling to herself, she picked a pen from the nearby table as she decided to write about all the beautiful memories she had with Ronan the previous day. This way, she can relive them whenever she wanted without missing out on even the smallest details. Excerpts from Anya's Diary:

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

Even when she knew it was a bad idea to touch it, she couldn't resist the temptation to open it. 'I will just confirm it's his wife's diary and then I will see if the coast is clear to leave.' She told herself and flipped over to the first page which had so many random stickers of Maggi noodle smiley faces, superman story cards, and cricket cards from chewing gum brands she hadn't seen in the past two decades. Ruhi got nostalgic about how she fought tooth and nail with her sister over collecting those cards and emoji stickers. Flipping over, she moved on to the second page.

Besides that, there was also something very important inside! Xavia quickly took a bottle of water and walked over to him. “Young Master Burton, there is no coffee here, so why don’t you drink some water?” As she spoke, Xavia put the diary on the table away and hid it inside the drawer. Zivon knitted his brows. “Why? Is there something unseemly inside?” “No. It’s just my own personal notes. I’m afraid they might taint your eyes, Young Master Burton.” Personal notes?

"That day when I saw how precious you treated your mother's notebook, I thought of what you told me last time about going to the Case residence to get your mother's belongings. So I went to the Case family and asked them to hand over all your mother's things. All that remains are this photo album and a diary. The diary seems to have been soaked in water before, as the cover is blurred." Kisa listened and swept a glance at the coffee table, only to find a bag next to the photo album. She quickly took the thing out of the bag. It was a diary with a blurry cover. She opened it and looked at it; much of the handwriting inside was illegible. No matter what, it was her mother's belongings, and to

I saw a black diary. Don't touch it... don't touch it... I opened it ignoring the voice of my conscious. It was an old diary... I started flipping its pages. A photo fell from the diary. I stared at the photo.. God knows how long. It was s picture of a beautiful woman. I guessed it was her mom as their features were the same. Her head was covered with a peach color scarf and her lips had the most beautiful smile. Daniyal was a carbon copy of his mom...except he had black eyes like me and his mom had honey-brown eyes.

Shayla understood her and didn’t say any words. When Bria was gathering all her belongings inside her drawer, a not familiar book caught her attention. It was in the corner of her drawer and it has a purple and pink cover. She got curious about what’s inside, so she flipped the book and realized it was a diary. And it belongs to her mom. “Journey with my little Gummy bear, Sabria Verone.” was written on the cover. At that moment, she felt the presence of her mom. She turned the page led her to the very first day her mom wrote on the dairy.

I was outside mowing the yard under the hot summer sun which left Chrissy to do what bratty little sisters do -- go through big sister's stuff. Chrissy went back into Mom's bedroom. "Hmmmm, I wonder if she still keeps a diary. She used to keep it right here," she said as she opened Mom's nightstand drawer. "Son of a bitch! She still keeps a diary!" she chuckled as she pulled the booklet out of the drawer. She sat down on the edge of the bed and started to flip through the pages. "Let's see what sis is really up to these days."

One of which was the same diary he had seen with Mishka a few times, but the other one was different. He opened the diary, and it was actually a photo album containing Mishka’s picture with her parents. Eric smiled, flipping the pages, and it had now some pictures of orphanage kids and Riya. He turned another page, and it was an old man with Mishka sitting on the banks of the river Ganga.