Burari Diary Novels & Stories

**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?

He then rushed with it to Kobsook, who hurriedly took it from his hands and rushed out. Aroon sighed. He hadn't closed the drawer so he went back to the office room. He was about to close the drawer but something caught his attention. A reddish brown coloured diary. He hadn't seen it when he checked the room earlier. He took it and turned the pages and understood it was just his Dad's business diary. He was about to put it back but then he noticed something else, poking out from below the few files, the drawer contained. Aroon dragged the thing out. It was a rusty old key. It looked unique. So Aroon put the diary back and examined the key. It had an elephant symbol carved on top.

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 took a deep breath inhaling all the dust that had been stagnating in the room. 'The watchman has become blind ', I thought as I decided to lock the door again when I noticed something. A diary. I walked in and picked it up. Pink I'm colour, had to be a girl's diary. I walked out with it turning off the lights and locking the door again. I opened it. This Diary belongs to Akansha Goenka. The first sentence I read after opening it in fine cursive handwriting. It belonged to Akansha. Not that bad either.

"Jackpot." I grinned. What better way to know a person's deep, dark secret than through their diary? And with how hidden this one was, there had to be some dirty little secrets. Some recent dirty secrets because the last date was just a few months ago. I sat down on the floor and began reading the first entry. Some minutes and some pages later, I was already getting bored out of my mind. It was just the usual stuff of how her day went and what somebody did to hurt her. Boring drama but no juicy story.

he ignored my question and called the server. “Do you have anything spicy here?” “Um...like what?” “Never mind, Do you have French fries?” “Yes.” “I will bring it.” When the server left, he turned to me. “Then what’s that note? Any study stuffs.” “It’s my diary. I will write about myself and my daily life. But I don’t feel like writing it anymore” “Why?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “Cause nothing good happens in my life, so why should I have one. I want life to be happy, interesting with a little of passion, adventure, love which I never found.”

“Though I don’t know what he found so interesting about this specific entry. This diary is enchanted, as you may already have noticed. If anyone other than a duly recognized person tried to open the diary, all they would see would be a few hundred pages of nonsensical, mundane entries written in Gaian. The real form of this diary is an audio recording of whatever the owner wanted to keep safe.” “This entry was dated year 368…That’s like, two hundred and thirty years ago,” I said. “And the woman who owned the diary said something about a Czar. If she was really a Romina ancestor, then she would be referring to the City State of New Moscow, all the way in Western Eurasia.” Dad and the Commande

"Maybe this diary holds the key to uncovering more about my past." Sonia sat alone in her room, engrossed in the contents of Frank's diary and records spread out in front of her. With meticulous care, she arranged them in chronological order based on the dates inscribed on each page. Deeply curious, she decided to begin with the entry that coincided with her own birth year.