Romance Psycho Lovers

[RagVi Singh]

Episode 12 posted do check

index has been updated

 

[RagVi Singh]

Ufff....Kitti awsm hai yaar ye

me ya voh?

Btw is mindset ko maintain karna bhi ek adbhut kala hai jo har kisi me nahi ho sakti aur na hi ye kisi ke bas ki baat hai. Well itna sa scene hi kaafi tha mind me pura kafi kuch bhar dene ke liye

that's what i wanted

Amazing, ye conversations is update ka sabse best part thi...

Insaani fitrat hi aisi hoti hai, ham apne according cheeze expect karte hain but jab wo hamari expectations se kahin aage turn ho jati hai to aise hi silence gir jati hai. Dimag hang ho jata hai...kuch soojhta hi nahi ki ab kya bole. Well, anamika se yahi expected tha....outstanding

yeh hi reality hai aap bs apne shoes ke beyond nhi sochte

Finally....

Bas dil dhakk se rah gaya

Same apan ka bhi yahich haal ho gayla tha, wo cheez hi aisi hai kya kare

Kya yaar, arnav ko uske samne kitna down kar diya

thats only she can do

Usse aisi to ummid nahi thi, but I can understand ki aisi sakhsiyat ke saamne shayad wo khud ko control me nahi rakh paya hoga

Le beta, tum dead bodies ko analyse kar uska operation karte ho idhar tumhara kar diya anamika darling ne

Jokes apart, Isme koi shak nahi ki yaha par anamika arnav par bahut zyada bhari padi. Uske behaviour ko rudeness nahi kah sakte kyoki ye uski personality hai aur har cheez ko control me rakhne ki kala, outstanding

u will know more about her character in upcoming episodes

New lesson learn kiya gaya

Overall update was mind blowing. I hope yaha se story other way me chalegi, brilliant writing dear....keep it up

thnks a lot
keep supporting
next episode soon

 

[RagVi Singh]

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all thnks to AddiXtion n Raj_sharma

Episode 9 on page 16

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[RagVi Singh]

Episode 8 —The first Crack

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Arnav ko sabse pehle smell ne hit kiya.

Hospitals aur crime scenes ki smell same hoti hai — disinfectant, metallic air, aur ek ajeeb sa heaviness jo lungs ke andar baith jaata hai. Usne gloves pehne, mask adjust kiya, aur body ke paas jhuk gaya.

Female. Early thirties.

Wrist veins slit.

Blood loss severe.

Scene staged like suicide.

Par Arnav ko staged suicides pasand nahi the. Unmein honesty nahi hoti.

Room silent tha. Sirf forensic team ke shoes ki halki awaaz aur camera shutter clicks.

Victim ke bed ke side table par ek folded paper rakha tha.

Arnav ne gloves ke through use uthaya.

Handwriting neat thi. Too neat.

Sirf ek line likhi hui thi:

“Some people bloom only in darkness.”

Uska stomach tighten ho gaya.

Ye line… ye metaphor…

Ye exactly wahi phrase tha jo Anamika ne apni latest story collection ke launch pe casually drop kiya tha.

Us time Arnav ne notice nahi kiya tha.

Ab usse yaad aa raha tha.

Coincidence?

Usne paper evidence bag mein daala, par uska dimaag already bhaag raha tha.

Wall ke paas ek aur cheez thi.

Ek black ribbon.

Folded into a crude flower shape.

Arnav ka breath slow ho gaya.

Ye symbol bhi unfamiliar nahi tha.

Anamika ke ek viral story poster mein ye ribbon-flower featured tha.

Stylized.

Dark aesthetic.

Us moment Arnav ko apni spine mein thandi si current mehsoos hui.

Tu professional reh.

Bas pattern analyze kar.

Personal mat bana.

Usne deep breath li.

Victim ke nails clean the. No struggle marks. No forced entry.

Psychological suicide.

Kisi ne isko mentally push kiya tha.

Arnav ne apni tablet kholi, notes banaye:

— Phrase note found
— Symbolic object near body
— No physical coercion

Sab kuch technically clean tha.

Par uska mind clean nahi tha.

Usne apni colleague Rhea ko side mein bulaya.

“Ye phrase tumne pehle kahin suna hai?” Arnav ne casually poocha.

Rhea ne note dekha.

“Sounds poetic. Instagram type.”

Arnav ne halka sa nod kiya.

“Okay.”

Par andar kuch toot raha tha.

Lab mein wapas aake Arnav ne CCTV clips dekhe. Victim last two days se isolated thi. Phone records show kar rahe the frequent searches: dark stories, psychological endings, author interviews.

Ek naam baar-baar pop up ho raha tha.

Anamika.

Arnav ne screen band kar di.

Uska haath thoda shake kar raha tha.

Usne apna coffee mug uthaya, par pehla sip lene se pehle hi rakh diya.

Tu connect kar raha hai kyunki tu already triggered hai.

Proof ke bina kuch nahi.

Phir bhi…

Usne Anamika ka ek interview replay kar diya.

She sat calmly in a black blazer, legs crossed, heels sharp on marble floor.

Reporter ne poocha:

“Don’t you think your stories influence vulnerable minds?”

She smiled.

Not warm.

Controlled.

“I don’t influence people. I mirror them. If someone breaks after reading my work, they were already cracked.”

Arnav ka jaw clench ho gaya.

He replayed that line twice.

Victim ke search history mein wahi interview saved tha.

Same day.

Same hour.

Arnav ne apni chair peeche push ki aur khada ho gaya.

Usse achanak ek purani smell yaad aayi.

Disinfectant mixed with rain.

Hospital corridor.

White walls.

Ek blurred memory flash hui — kisi ke heels ki awaaz.

He shook his head.

Nahi.

Abhi nahi.

Usne apni file close ki.

Senior officer ne usse bulaya.

“Arnav, keep it objective. No speculative leaps.”

“Of course, sir.”

Usne professional smile diya.

Par andar woh already leap kar chuka tha.

Shaam ko jab woh parking lot mein jaa raha tha, uska phone vibrate hua.

Unknown number.

Message:

Interesting choice of metaphors today.

Arnav freeze ho gaya.

Usne screen stare ki.

Reply nahi kiya.

Second message aaya:

You look like someone who collects broken things.

Same line.

Wahi line jo Anamika ne publishing event mein kahi thi.

Uska heart rate spike kar gaya.

“Yeh sab kya hai…” usne under breath bola.

He typed:

“Who is this?”

Three dots appeared.

Then stopped.

Then new message:

Relax, forensic boy. I’m just observing.

Arnav ka throat dry ho gaya.

He stared around parking lot.

Log chal rahe the.

Cars move kar rahi thi.

Par usse laga jaise koi usse dekh raha ho.

He typed:

“Tumhe mera number kaise mila?”

Reply almost instant:

You work with evidence. So do I.

Uska stomach drop hua.

“Yeh coincidence nahi ho sakta,” woh khud se bola.

He took a risk.

“Kya tumhe pata hai aaj kya hua?”

Pause.

Then:

Yes.

Single word.

Arnav ne apni car unlock ki.

“Kya matlab yes?”

Reply aaya:

Some people don’t die because they want to. They die because they finally feel understood.

Usne steering wheel grip kar liya.

“Tum kis side pe ho?” Arnav ne likha.

Long pause.

Then:

Sides are for wars. I prefer games.

He swallowed.

“Kya tum jaanti ho victim ko?”

Message bubble appeared… disappeared… appeared again.

Finally:

No. But she knew me.

Arnav ne apni aankhen band kar li.

Ye answer logic follow nahi karta tha.

Par emotionally dangerous tha.

“Tumhari stories logon ko hurt kar rahi hain.”

Reply almost playful:

People hurt themselves. I just give them vocabulary.

Silence.

Then last message:

Your eyes really are familiar.

Arnav ne phone neeche rakh diya.

Uske dimaag mein sirf ek thought ghoom raha tha:

Ye mujhe pehle se jaanti hai.

Par kaise?

Us raat woh ghar jaake bhi Anamika ke interviews dekhta raha. Her pauses. Her micro-smiles. Her lack of apology.

He opened victim’s notebook photos again.

Same ribbon sketch.

Same dark metaphors.

Arnav ko realization hone lagi:

Ye sirf crime nahi hai.

Ye narrative hai.

Aur koi is narrative ko likh raha hai.

He could report the similarities.

He didn’t.

He saved them in his personal folder.

Aur wahi moment tha jab Arnav officially professional nahi raha.

Sirf curious bhi nahi.

Woh involved ho chuka tha.

Aur kahin door, kisi quiet balcony mein, Anamika wine glass haath mein pakde city lights dekh rahi thi.

Phone screen dark ho chuki thi.

She smiled softly.

Not victory.

Anticipation.

Because the game had finally begun.

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[TheBlackBlood]

me ya voh?

Jisko apan ne darling kaha wo

thats only she can do

u will know more about her character in upcoming episodes

 

[RagVi Singh]

Week main kitne update ayenge

Happy birthday

And congratulations for new Journey of XF...

Awesome starting please keep writing

I hope story disappointing nahi hogi

Congratulations and best of luck

और जो भी लिखना, व्यूज और रिव्यूज के चक्कर में मत लिखना, बस दिल से लिखना।

Nice ones Raghvi.. finally likhna start to kiya dobara se.. excited to see how it unfolds..
Keep writing

Ms. writer do update index

Words count bhi likhti ho, btw. Apun to kabhi count hi nahi kiya?
Anyway awesome update again, and mind blowing efforts ️️️️️️️️️

Congratulations for new thread

Sabse pehle jo cheez notice hoti hai, woh hai silence ka weight. Pehle event ka chaos contrast banata hai, aur yahan jo shanti hai na — woh zyada uncomfortable hai. Ek reader ke taur par hume lagta hai jaise hum bhi us hall mein baithe hain, wait kar rahe hain ki kuch tootega… par kuch toot’ta hi nahi. That restraint is powerful.

Anamika ka character yahan peak par hai. Uski dressing se leke body language tak, har detail bolti hai — bina explain kiye. Black outfit, heels ki awaaz, mirror ke saamne ka calm — yeh sab sirf style nahi, control ka symbol lagta hai. Hamare dimaag mein ek hi thought aata hai— yeh aurat already jeet chuki hai, bas duniya ko realise hona baaki hai.
Stage wala scene episode ka heart hai.
Uske dialogues —
“Neutrality is for people who want to be liked.”
“Darkness isn’t contagious. It’s familiar.”
Yeh sirf lines nahi lagti, yeh accusations jaise feel hoti hai.
As a reader, thoda uncomfortable hona padta hai… aur wahi toh writing ki jeet hai.

Moderator aur crowd ka hesitation beautifully written hai.
Applause ka unsure hona, chairs ka shift hona — chhoti cheezein hain, par scene ko alive bana deti hain. Yeh episode shout nahi karta, yeh observe karta hai.

Phir aata hai Anamika–Arnav corridor scene — slow burn gold.
Yahan koi dramatic confrontation nahi hai, bas psychological chess chal rahi hai. Anamika ka ek-ek reply layered hai — na defensive, na apologetic. Aur Arnav… woh reader ka proxy ban jaata hai. Uske questions humare bhi questions lagte hain.
“Words don’t force anything. They invite.”
Ending ka impact quietly disturbing hai.
Arnav ka feel karna ki “case usse dekh raha hai” — yahin se tone shift hota hai. Ab yeh sirf investigation nahi rahi, yeh psychological pull ban chuki hai. Aur Anamika ka last thought — “Already” — chills deta hai, bina kuch explicit kiye.

Yeh story un logon ke liye nahi jo instant payoff chahte hain. Yeh unke liye hai jo subtext padhte hain, silence sunte hain, aur grey characters se uncomfortable hone ko ready hain.

Short mein bolu to —
This update doesn’t entertain you. It tests you.
Aur jo story reader ko test kare, wahi yaad reh jaati hai.
Waiting for next update — kyunki ab lag raha hai, game sirf shuru hua hai.

Ufff....Kitti awsm hai yaar ye

Btw is mindset ko maintain karna bhi ek adbhut kala hai jo har kisi me nahi ho sakti aur na hi ye kisi ke bas ki baat hai. Well itna sa scene hi kaafi tha mind me pura kafi kuch bhar dene ke liye

Amazing, ye conversations is update ka sabse best part thi...

Insaani fitrat hi aisi hoti hai, ham apne according cheeze expect karte hain but jab wo hamari expectations se kahin aage turn ho jati hai to aise hi silence gir jati hai. Dimag hang ho jata hai...kuch soojhta hi nahi ki ab kya bole. Well, anamika se yahi expected tha....outstanding

Finally....

Bas dil dhakk se rah gaya

Same apan ka bhi yahich haal ho gayla tha, wo cheez hi aisi hai kya kare

Kya yaar, arnav ko uske samne kitna down kar diya

Usse aisi to ummid nahi thi, but I can understand ki aisi sakhsiyat ke saamne shayad wo khud ko control me nahi rakh paya hoga

Le beta, tum dead bodies ko analyse kar uska operation karte ho idhar tumhara kar diya anamika darling ne

Jokes apart, Isme koi shak nahi ki yaha par anamika arnav par bahut zyada bhari padi. Uske behaviour ko rudeness nahi kah sakte kyoki ye uski personality hai aur har cheez ko control me rakhne ki kala, outstanding

New lesson learn kiya gaya

Overall update was mind blowing. I hope yaha se story other way me chalegi, brilliant writing dear....keep it up

episode is posted guys do check
n give ur valuable review
thnks

 

[RagVi Singh]

Jisko apan ne darling kaha wo

next epi posted do check

 

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Episode 1: And it started​

Clinic ka kamra zyada bada nahi tha, par hawa mein ek ajeeb sa bojh tha. Safed deewaron par lage purane certificates, bookshelf mein pade medical journals, aur ek halki si antiseptic ki smell—sab kuch normal hona chahiye tha. Phir bhi, Arnav ko lag raha tha jaise woh kisi interrogation room mein baitha ho.

Woh leather couch ke kone par baitha tha, seedha, bilkul controlled. Haath ghutnon par rakhe hue, ungliyan aapas mein judi hui—jaise agar thoda bhi hil gaya, toh kuch toot jayega. Diwaar par lagi ghadi ki tick-tick awaaz uske kaano mein chub rahi thi. Har second usse yaad dila raha tha ki waqt chal raha hai… aur woh nahi.

Samne kursi par Dr. Raghav Mehra baitha tha. Usne apna white coat nahi pehna tha. Aaj woh doctor se zyada dost lag raha tha. Glasses naak par the, stethoscope desk par pada hua—jaise jaan bujhkar door rakha ho.

Raghav ne Arnav ko dekha, poori tarah se.

“Phir se neend nahi aayi?” Raghav ne dheere se poocha.

Arnav ne turant jawaab nahi diya. Uski nazar zameen par thi, marble floor ke patterns ko follow karte hue, jaise wahan koi kahani chhupi ho.

“Neend… bekaar lagti hai,” Arnav ne finally kaha. “Jaise aag ke beech aankh jhapkana.”

Raghav ka chehra sakht ho gaya, par awaaz shaant rakhi.

“Tum weight lose kar rahe ho. Pulse unstable hai. Aur tum logon se kat rahe ho.”

Arnav ke hothon par ek halki si movement hui—muskaan nahi, correction.

“Main logon se kat nahi raha,” usne kaha. “Mujhe unki zarurat nahi rahi.”

Yeh sunte hi Raghav seedha baith gaya.

“Arnav,” usne kaha, doctor wali formality chhod kar, “tum yahan isliye aaye ho kyunki tumne mujhe bulaya. Ab aise band mat ho jao.”

Kuch seconds ke liye laga Arnav hans padega. Par hasi nahi aayi. Sirf ek thaka hua sa exhale.

“Main madad maangne nahi aaya,” Arnav ne kaha. “Bas chahata hoon koi sune.”

Kamre mein khamoshi fail gayi.

Raghav ne gehri saans li. “Theek hai. Main sun raha hoon.”

Arnav ne apna sir couch ke backrest par tika diya aur chhat ki taraf dekhne laga. Safed paint mein ek patli si darar thi—bilkul kisi purane zakhm ki tarah.

“Woh har jagah hai,” Arnav ne dheere se kaha.

Raghav ne naam poocha nahi. Usse pata tha.

“Anamika?” usne kaha.

Arnav ki aankhen band ho gayi.

“Woh kamre mein ho, na ho—farq nahi padta,” Arnav bolta raha. “Woh khaali jagahon mein rehti hai. Jo lamhe chup hote hain… wahi uska ghar hai.”

“Yeh normal nahi hai,” Raghav ne sambhal kar kaha.

Arnav halki si hasi hansa—jaise apni hi baat par sharminda ho.

“Pyaar kab normal hota hai?” usne poocha. “Woh toh consume karne ke liye hota hai. Log bas zinda rehne ke liye use ‘healthy’ bol dete hain.”

Raghav ne notepad uthaya, par zyada kuch likha nahi.

“Yeh kab se shuru hua?” usne poocha. “Yeh intensity. Yeh fixation.”

Arnav ki ungliyan dheere dheere mutthi ban gayi.

“Shuru se,” usne kaha. “Hum dono hi shaant the. Observe karne wale. Jo baaki log ignore kar dete the, hum notice karte the. Isi liye hum ek dusre ko pehchaan paaye.”

“Pehchaan… ya apni hi parchhai dekh li?” Raghav ne poocha.

Yeh sawaal Arnav ke andar tak chala gaya.

Usne aankhen kholi aur pehli baar Raghav ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein thakaan thi, par saath hi ek khatarnaak si clarity.

“Usne mujhe dekha,” Arnav ne kaha. “Woh version nahi jo main duniya ko dikhata hoon. Woh bhookh jo main chhupa ke rakhta hoon. Aur woh dari nahi.”

Raghav ne halki si saans li. “Aur tumne usmein kya dekha?”

Arnav ki awaaz aur dheemi ho gayi.

“Wahi khaali pan,” usne kaha. “Bas uska khaali pan muskuraata tha.”

Ghadi ki awaaz aur tez lagne lagi.

Raghav uth kar khidki ke paas gaya, blinds ko adjust karne ka drama karta hua, taaki apne thoughts ko sambhal sake.

“Arnav,” usne bina palte kaha, “obsession aksar connection jaisa lagta hai jab insaan khud ke saath akela rehne se darta hai.”

Arnav ne sir thoda sa jhukaya. “Yeh diagnosis hai?”

“Nahi,” Raghav ne kaha. “Warning hai.”

Is baar Arnav sach mein muskuraya—but woh muskaan thandi thi. Shukr guzaar. Samarpit.

“Tum hamesha mujhe bachane ki koshish karte ho,” Arnav ne kaha. “Isiliye main tum par bharosa karta hoon.”

Raghav ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein seedhi chinta.

“Bharosa ka matlab yeh nahi hota ki main jhooth bolun,” usne kaha. “Sach batao—kya tumne khud ko nuksaan pahunchane ke baare mein socha hai?”

Arnav ruk gaya.

“Nahi,” usne kaha. Phir ek pal baad, dheere se joda, “Khud ko nahi.”

Kamra jaise aur chhota ho gaya.

“Arnav,” Raghav ki awaaz sakht ho gayi.

“Woh nahi chahegi,” Arnav ne shaant rehkar kaha. “Use waste pasand nahi. Dard ka matlab hona chahiye.”

Raghav do kadam mein uske saamne aa khada hua. “Tum theek nahi ho,” usne kaha. “Aur main ab isse ignore nahi kar sakta.”

Arnav ne upar dekha. Uski aankhon mein aansu nahi the—sirf ek tez chamak.

“Woh mera intezaar kar rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Hamesha karti hai. Bilkul meri tarah.”

Raghav ki reedh mein thand si daud gayi.

“Woh kahan hai?” usne poocha.

Arnav dheere se khada hua, apni shirt ko seedha karta hua—jaise kisi ibadat ke liye tayaar ho.

“Har jagah,” usne kaha. “Aur kahin bhi jahan tum pahunch sako.”

Darwaaze par haath rakh kar woh ruk gaya.

“Oh Raghav,” usne peeche mud kar kaha,
“Yeh sirf shuruaat ka sukoon hai.”

Phir woh chala gaya.

Ghadi phir bhi chalti rahi.

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Expression ko batana
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[RagVi Singh]

Nice start detailing is good farsh ke marble ko ginna
Expression ko batana
Remain updates b read karenge

thnks a lot
take ur time i hope u find it interesting
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[RagVi Singh]

Nice start detailing is good farsh ke marble ko ginna
Expression ko batana
Remain updates b read karenge

thnks a lot
take ur time i hope u find it interesting
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[vihan27]

Episode 8 —The first Crack

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Arnav ko sabse pehle smell ne hit kiya.

Hospitals aur crime scenes ki smell same hoti hai — disinfectant, metallic air, aur ek ajeeb sa heaviness jo lungs ke andar baith jaata hai. Usne gloves pehne, mask adjust kiya, aur body ke paas jhuk gaya.

Female. Early thirties.

Wrist veins slit.

Blood loss severe.

Scene staged like suicide.

Par Arnav ko staged suicides pasand nahi the. Unmein honesty nahi hoti.

Room silent tha. Sirf forensic team ke shoes ki halki awaaz aur camera shutter clicks.

Victim ke bed ke side table par ek folded paper rakha tha.

Arnav ne gloves ke through use uthaya.

Handwriting neat thi. Too neat.

Sirf ek line likhi hui thi:

“Some people bloom only in darkness.”

Uska stomach tighten ho gaya.

Ye line… ye metaphor…

Ye exactly wahi phrase tha jo Anamika ne apni latest story collection ke launch pe casually drop kiya tha.

Us time Arnav ne notice nahi kiya tha.

Ab usse yaad aa raha tha.

Coincidence?

Usne paper evidence bag mein daala, par uska dimaag already bhaag raha tha.

Wall ke paas ek aur cheez thi.

Ek black ribbon.

Folded into a crude flower shape.

Arnav ka breath slow ho gaya.

Ye symbol bhi unfamiliar nahi tha.

Anamika ke ek viral story poster mein ye ribbon-flower featured tha.

Stylized.

Dark aesthetic.

Us moment Arnav ko apni spine mein thandi si current mehsoos hui.

Tu professional reh.

Bas pattern analyze kar.

Personal mat bana.

Usne deep breath li.

Victim ke nails clean the. No struggle marks. No forced entry.

Psychological suicide.

Kisi ne isko mentally push kiya tha.

Arnav ne apni tablet kholi, notes banaye:

— Phrase note found
— Symbolic object near body
— No physical coercion

Sab kuch technically clean tha.

Par uska mind clean nahi tha.

Usne apni colleague Rhea ko side mein bulaya.

“Ye phrase tumne pehle kahin suna hai?” Arnav ne casually poocha.

Rhea ne note dekha.

“Sounds poetic. Instagram type.”

Arnav ne halka sa nod kiya.

“Okay.”

Par andar kuch toot raha tha.

Lab mein wapas aake Arnav ne CCTV clips dekhe. Victim last two days se isolated thi. Phone records show kar rahe the frequent searches: dark stories, psychological endings, author interviews.

Ek naam baar-baar pop up ho raha tha.

Anamika.

Arnav ne screen band kar di.

Uska haath thoda shake kar raha tha.

Usne apna coffee mug uthaya, par pehla sip lene se pehle hi rakh diya.

Tu connect kar raha hai kyunki tu already triggered hai.

Proof ke bina kuch nahi.

Phir bhi…

Usne Anamika ka ek interview replay kar diya.

She sat calmly in a black blazer, legs crossed, heels sharp on marble floor.

Reporter ne poocha:

“Don’t you think your stories influence vulnerable minds?”

She smiled.

Not warm.

Controlled.

“I don’t influence people. I mirror them. If someone breaks after reading my work, they were already cracked.”

Arnav ka jaw clench ho gaya.

He replayed that line twice.

Victim ke search history mein wahi interview saved tha.

Same day.

Same hour.

Arnav ne apni chair peeche push ki aur khada ho gaya.

Usse achanak ek purani smell yaad aayi.

Disinfectant mixed with rain.

Hospital corridor.

White walls.

Ek blurred memory flash hui — kisi ke heels ki awaaz.

He shook his head.

Nahi.

Abhi nahi.

Usne apni file close ki.

Senior officer ne usse bulaya.

“Arnav, keep it objective. No speculative leaps.”

“Of course, sir.”

Usne professional smile diya.

Par andar woh already leap kar chuka tha.

Shaam ko jab woh parking lot mein jaa raha tha, uska phone vibrate hua.

Unknown number.

Message:

Interesting choice of metaphors today.

Arnav freeze ho gaya.

Usne screen stare ki.

Reply nahi kiya.

Second message aaya:

You look like someone who collects broken things.

Same line.

Wahi line jo Anamika ne publishing event mein kahi thi.

Uska heart rate spike kar gaya.

“Yeh sab kya hai…” usne under breath bola.

He typed:

“Who is this?”

Three dots appeared.

Then stopped.

Then new message:

Relax, forensic boy. I’m just observing.

Arnav ka throat dry ho gaya.

He stared around parking lot.

Log chal rahe the.

Cars move kar rahi thi.

Par usse laga jaise koi usse dekh raha ho.

He typed:

“Tumhe mera number kaise mila?”

Reply almost instant:

You work with evidence. So do I.

Uska stomach drop hua.

“Yeh coincidence nahi ho sakta,” woh khud se bola.

He took a risk.

“Kya tumhe pata hai aaj kya hua?”

Pause.

Then:

Yes.

Single word.

Arnav ne apni car unlock ki.

“Kya matlab yes?”

Reply aaya:

Some people don’t die because they want to. They die because they finally feel understood.

Usne steering wheel grip kar liya.

“Tum kis side pe ho?” Arnav ne likha.

Long pause.

Then:

Sides are for wars. I prefer games.

He swallowed.

“Kya tum jaanti ho victim ko?”

Message bubble appeared… disappeared… appeared again.

Finally:

No. But she knew me.

Arnav ne apni aankhen band kar li.

Ye answer logic follow nahi karta tha.

Par emotionally dangerous tha.

“Tumhari stories logon ko hurt kar rahi hain.”

Reply almost playful:

People hurt themselves. I just give them vocabulary.

Silence.

Then last message:

Your eyes really are familiar.

Arnav ne phone neeche rakh diya.

Uske dimaag mein sirf ek thought ghoom raha tha:

Ye mujhe pehle se jaanti hai.

Par kaise?

Us raat woh ghar jaake bhi Anamika ke interviews dekhta raha. Her pauses. Her micro-smiles. Her lack of apology.

He opened victim’s notebook photos again.

Same ribbon sketch.

Same dark metaphors.

Arnav ko realization hone lagi:

Ye sirf crime nahi hai.

Ye narrative hai.

Aur koi is narrative ko likh raha hai.

He could report the similarities.

He didn’t.

He saved them in his personal folder.

Aur wahi moment tha jab Arnav officially professional nahi raha.

Sirf curious bhi nahi.

Woh involved ho chuka tha.

Aur kahin door, kisi quiet balcony mein, Anamika wine glass haath mein pakde city lights dekh rahi thi.

Phone screen dark ho chuki thi.

She smiled softly.

Not victory.

Anticipation.

Because the game had finally begun.

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next episode soon

To chaliye shuru karte hai...
Is update ko padhne ke baad ek baat to clear ho jaati hai — ye kahani simple nahi hai...

Starting se hi mood heavy ho jaata hai. Hospital aur crime scene ki smell ka description itna vivid hai ki bina bole hi scene dimag mein chhap sa jaata hai. Pace slow hai fir bhi kahin bhi bore feel nahi hota, kyunki har chhoti detail kuch hint chhod jaati hai kyu ki hamari writer Sahiba chahti hai ke ham bhi sochte rahe...

Ab Arnav babu pe aate hai to is update mein Arnav pehli baar investigator se zyada insaan lagta hai. Uski vulnerability forced nahi lagti, balki naturally emerge hoti hai. Jaise-jaise metaphors, ribbon aur Anamika ke words connect hote jaate hain, ham bhi wahi question khud se poochne lagta hai —
“Ye coincidence hai ya kuch aur?”
Ye doubt hamari lekhika ne bahut smartly hamare mind mein plant karti hai.

Aur hamari Beauty Anamika ko directly har scene mein laane ki zarurat hi nahi padti, phir bhi wo poore episode par dominate karti hai like my chidokali . Interviews aur text messages ke through uski presence bahut calm aur controlled hai ke bc dara deti hai. Wo na chillati hai, na khud ko justify karti hai — bas observe karti hai. Aur ye silence tumne bahut ache se weaponize kiya hai.

Text message sequence honestly episode ka strongest moment laga mujhe. Meri reading speed khud slow ho gayi, kyunki har message ke baad lagta tha ki agla line aur zyada unsettling hoga. “Forensic boy” aur “I just give them vocabulary” ye kuch ese dialogues hai jo mere dimag me chhap se gaye hai, ye psychological punches lagte hai.

Ending ek ajeeb si feeling chhod jaati hai — satisfaction nahi, anticipation. Jaise ye sirf ek murder case nahi, balki ek long psychological chess game ka pehla serious move ho. Ragvi yahan clearly batati hai ki ye story patience maangti hai, aur reward bhi wahi degi.

As a reader, mujhe sabse zyada impress ye baat karti hai ki Ragvi ki writing mujhe decide nahi karne de rahi ke galat kon hai. Ye moral discomfort hi is episode ki real strength hai.

Ye episode entertain kam, unsettle jyada karta hai — aur jesa tum likh rahi ho I think uske liye yehi sabse bada compliment banta hai.
Tumhara main moto yahi hai na ke story hamare dimag me utar jaaye aur I think tum sahi track pe ho
Next episode ka wait rahega.
Good luck bestie