Bihar Diaries Novels & Stories

I found a few notes of cash so I took out a few notes from that drawer. When I was getting money from the drawer something fell on the ground. I bent down and picked up the book from the ground. I saw that it was a diary. I opened the diary. On the first page, it was written that it solely belongs to Aaron Malhotra. Whoever reads this diary without its owner's permission will face severe consequences... I kept the diary on the bed and gave money to the maid. I told her to bring me 2-3 packets of sanitary pads.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

The attacks against us were not only physical, but most of our businesses had stopped, Basheeru, the leader of the bikers, my loyal friend was betrayed and killed, and the other bosses were already in hiding. Most of them were also betrayed by men close to them and they barely escaped assassination. Everything was crumbling around me, but that was not the worst of it. A blogger started publishing stories about us... He used different names of course, but the details were so accurate that all it needed was for anybody to pay attention and they would know who the publications were about.

Bill shows appreciation and satisfaction for the good news, but a face full of remorse shows on his face when he says, "Ted! It's all great, but I have some bad news to give you my friend! " Ted stops him instantly and drinking the whole bottle of beer at once he stands up and says, "No!! No more bad news! Only good news brought by the grace of God! Forget the bad news and remember the words of the holy book! " With those words he begins to recite verses from the bible while drinking, bothering everyone present, at that moment he leaves, without saying goodbye to his friend, leaves that place and walks to his car, arriving at it, he opens it and realizes that he is too drunk to drive, but at

After listening to Shivansh, Ruhi replied, "So what is the problem in this? We can at least try once." Shivansh also found his words correct. He gave the script to Ruhi and also started memorizing the script himself. And as far as the script is concerned, Shivansh had a diary written by Shivam, in which Shivam had written about every meeting between him and Tanya. And the remaining details were collected by meeting all the people and asking them.

I pulled my hand away and took a step back, locking eyes with him. "No. It's not that you didn't notice me. You just never thought I was worth your attention. "When we landed in Svalmere, I was pale and clearly unwell, but instead of caring, you were more worried about Madison being alone at the hotel. "And when I got back after being buried in snow for hours, all I wanted was to sleep, but you brought me a bowl of mutton stew, even though you knew I hated mutton, and tried to force me to eat it. To you, what I need or want doesn't matter.

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?”

My throat burned. I grabbed a half-filled bottle of water I had left on my desk and gulped it down at once. The feeling came again, rumbling down in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if this was pregnancy-induced or the pool of blood that kept flashing back to my mind. I got to the bathroom before I let it out. The sink was covered in my puke. I ran water over my face. I dragged in air slowly as I walked back to the office. A diary caught my eye as I packed every file and document back into the drawers. Pink colored thick-covered diary. This must have belonged to Victoria.

I cried out while I could feel my orgasm ripping through me and my pussy spasming as I soak his cock. Brian follows seconds later, burying deep and flooding me with hot cum as his grip bruises my hip. We pant and slumped against the wall while his forehead is on my shoulder. Then—a ding. The lights flicker, and the doors slide open. I pull away first, yanking my skirt down and smoothing my hair as I step out into the lobby. Act normal. Just act normal. Brian follows behind, zipping up casually. 'You are still insufferable,' I snapped over my shoulder, voice shaky but defiant.