Episode 4: Evidence of Something Else
Forensic lab hamesha thandi hoti hai.
Temperature controlled. Emotions nahi.
Steel tables, white lights, disinfectant ki smell—sab kuch predictable tha. Arnav ko predictability pasand thi. Dead bodies bolti nahi thi, par jhooth bhi nahi bolti thi.
Us subah bhi wahi routine tha.
Gloves. Mask. Case file.
Victim: Male, late twenties.
Cause of death: Hanging.
Preliminary opinion: Suicide.
Par Arnav ka kaam sirf opinion accept karna nahi tha.
Uska kaam tha confirm karna.
Body ke paas koi suicide note nahi mila tha. Phone lock tha. Room saaf tha—zyada saaf. Bedsheet creased nahi thi jaise koi raat bhar soya ho. Nail beds mein koi foreign material nahi, par wrists par faint redness thi.
“Could be self-inflicted,” senior forensic officer ne kaha. “Stress case lagta hai.”
Arnav ne kuch nahi bola.
Usne sirf magnifying lens uthaya.
Neck ke ligature marks uneven the.
Pressure distribution odd tha.
Usne silently photographs li. Measurements note kiye.
Phir gloves utarte hue bas itna bola,
“Suicide mein symmetry rarely hoti hai.”
Lunch break mein lab unusually quiet tha.
Arnav coffee machine ke paas khada tha jab uska junior phone scroll karte hue bola,
“Sir, aaj kal log kya kya likh rahe hain.”
“Kaun?” Arnav ne poocha, bina dekhe.
“Ek writer hai. Dark stories. Log pagal ho rahe hain uspe.”
Junior ne screen aage kar di.
Headline tha:
AUTHOR REFUSES TO APOLOGIZE AMID BACKLASH
Neeche ek line highlighted thi:
“This story does not seek your comfort.”
Arnav ne phone le liya.
Coffee machine beep karti rahi.
He didn’t know why that line ruk gayi uske dimaag mein.
Sharp thi. Defensive nahi.
Almost… forensic.
“Yeh story hai kya?” usne poocha.
Junior ne haan mein sir hila diya. “Psycho love type. Obsession. Control. Log bol rahe hain dangerous hai.”
Arnav ne phone wapas kar diya.
Coffee nahi li.
Us shaam ghar aakar usne TV on nahi kiya.
News avoid ki. Case file khol kar baitha.
Par baar-baar uski aankhen phone ki taraf ja rahi thi.
Finally, bina kisi hurry ke, usne laptop khola.
Search bar mein do words type kiye.
Psycho Lovers
Website load hone mein thoda time laga.
Top par warning thi.
Comments locked the.
Usne scroll nahi kiya.
Seedha story open ki.
First paragraph simple tha.
Second—uncomfortable.
Third—clinical.
No romance.
No justification.
Sirf behavior.
Arnav ne realise kiya—
yeh kahani emotions ke liye nahi likhi gayi thi.
Yeh observation thi.
Jaise koi relationship ko microscope ke neeche rakh ke dekh raha ho.
Ek line par uska scroll ruk gaya.
“Love doesn’t always ask for consent. Sometimes it assumes ownership.”
Arnav ne laptop band nahi kiya.
Par peeche lean kar gaya.
Usne socha—
yeh sentence koi tab likhta hai jab usne control ko kaam karte hue dekha ho.
Ya jab usne control use kiya ho.
Agli subah lab mein Arnav ne case report revise ki.
Conclusion change nahi ki.
Language change ki.
“Death by hanging. Manner of death: Undetermined.”
Senior officer ne eyebrow raise ki.
“Public pressure badh raha hai,” usne kaha. “Family suicide maan chuki hai.”
Arnav ne calmly reply diya,
“Evidence opinion se zyada strong hota hai.”
Lunch ke baad Arnav ne phir se story open ki.
Iss baar comments nahi.
Sirf text.
Author ka naam dekha.
Anamika.
Simple.
Clean.
No bio.
No photo.
Bas naam.
Usne author interview search kiya.
Kuch nahi mila.
No explanation videos.
No apologies.
Silence.
Arnav ne ek notebook nikali—jismein woh random observations likhta tha.
Case se unrelated cheezein.
Usne likha:
- Author does not defend
- Language is observational, not emotional
- Silence is consistent
- Control without justification
Usne pen band kiya.
Wapas case file dekhi.
Victim ka phone unlock karwaya gaya tha.
Last search history open hui.
“Signs your partner is obsessed.”
Arnav ki aankhen screen par thodi der tikki rahi.
Shaam ko usne story ka last page khola.
Wahi line thi jo viral ho chuki thi.
“This story does not seek your comfort.”
Arnav ne softly bola, jaise khud se,
“Neither does truth.”
Laptop band kar diya.
Us raat Arnav ne dream nahi dekha.
Par subah uthte hi uske dimaag mein do cheezein parallel chal rahi thi—
Ek dead body jo suicide nahi lag rahi thi.
Aur ek writer jo kuch explain nahi kar rahi thi.
Dono hi
bilkul silent the.
Aur dono hi
usse disturb kar rahe the.
stay tuned for next updates
People say that your profession can sometimes take toll and play with your psychology..
Arnav appears to be a forensic scientist by profession..could it be the possible reason for him to become a complex, sometimes rigid character in his life... Yes might be..
This updates shows a peek in this...
Many situations are passing by him seems to be connected and seems to totally disconnected at the same time.
Keep it up Ragvi.. Go on..
dear
I hope story disappointing nahi hogi