Burari Case Diary Notes Novels & Stories

So I trained my body to move faster. I went straight to Casey's room, scanning the area fast and deciding to work with the table first. I had visited this house a few times, and I recalled Casey loved to write a diary and put it on the only desk in this room. I found it. This was her diary because I read the date on the top of each page. Okay. The next was what? I couldn't possibly read it now. Fortunately, I always brought my phone with me--Eliot made me promise to do. So I began taking pictures of her diary. I did it until the last page.

I told him everything—how I found the box in Lucian’s house, the photos and videos of Mila with him, the diary that stopped abruptly after the line: "I married Lucian against my father’s wishes because I love him. But today I found something and..." I looked up at Barrister kuti, my voice trembling. "That was the last thing she wrote. After that—nothing." He opened the phone, brows tightening as he flipped through the gallery. He skimmed the diary pages. And when he finished, he leaned back and exhaled.

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

“Go straight to the point.” “She left a note with ambiguous words that didn't even sound like her. I had spent time trying to understand it.” “If she left notes, what was I supposed to do? I said in a calm low voice, cutting Finn off. “I'm quite busy, Finn.” Finn avoided eye contact with me. Rather he extracted a small leather-bound diary from his coat pocket. The cover was a little faded and the pages edges were worn from age. His fingers were clenched around it as he extended it to me.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the most eye-catching photo frame and smashed it to the ground. To my surprise, a hidden compartment lay behind it. Inside, a small wooden box sat neatly in place. I stared at it for a long moment before opening it. Inside was a medical report and an old diary, its pages yellowed with age. The report listed my personal info, my blood type bolded like it was the only thing that mattered. I flipped through the diary, watching the handwriting evolve from messy scrawls to steady, confident strokes.

There was a strange calm in Neil’s voice, as if he had already made peace with his fear. “Three days ago, I went to the staff room to take notes. There was Professor Raghavan’s old wooden trunk. Someone had inserted a fresh key into its lock. “I tried opening it, and inside I found an old notebook. The register. “Wrapped in black leather, edges worn out. But the strangest thing was written on it—‘Incomplete Session’.” Neil’s breath grew heavier. “I flipped through the pages. Every name had a story written beside it. And the last page was blank.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

Chain grabbed my arm and ran toward the door while the staff opened it. Lemuel inspected us for any signs of injury. "Are you guys okay?" He asked. I looked at my companions. "We're fine..." "Detectives! What happened here?" Dr. Jay asked with three nurses trailing behind him. "A bit of mess with the kids. I think one of them is hurt." After I shoved him. "Did you find anything?" Rose asked. "I found her diary. As of now, Its the best thing we can get hold of." Jay looked proud.

"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,"

“Go straight to the point.” “She left a note with ambiguous words that didn't even sound like her. I had spent time trying to understand it.” “If she left notes, what was I supposed to do? I said in a calm low voice, cutting Finn off. “I'm quite busy, Finn.” Finn avoided eye contact with me. Rather he extracted a small leather-bound diary from his coat pocket. The cover was a little faded and the pages edges were worn from age. His fingers were clenched around it as he extended it to me.