In Devils Arm !! Chapter 2- Page 5 - Page 4

Originally posted by: PoohLover

Welcome back sia 😃 😃

You're back with a bang 😛 😛

Very Interesting start...soo many mysteries associated with each character 😛

Thriller,tragedy,mystery and perhaps romance also 😉 😉 gonna love this combination a lot 😃 😃

Thank you soo much 🤗 🤗

Originally posted by: _Mohabbatgirl_

Res-wa... 😎

This is it!! I have to find a place to go drown myself in shame.. 🤔

Waise, back to IF, toh... you know what I mean, right?

I hate u and your partner.. Meri adhoori si dua ki band baja dete ho.. 😭

And its still doesnt seem to be un reserved 😆😆😆😆😡😛🤢😲

Originally posted by: laila1994

OMG. It was Scary, Thriller, comic & full of suspense.

Glad you liked it😃

Nia Malhotra: A beautiful lady with enigmatic personality. Well nothing can be more dangerous than a mysterious girl.Though nia's character was not much revealed in this Chap, but one thing was clear She is not just any simple girl.😳

Nothing is simple with my characters 😉

Rida: A girl next door. Loved her Convo with Arjun n comments on Arjun was hilarious😆 I liked her character👍🏼I like her too 👍🏼

The painting scene: A Cold-blooded murder with no guilty Conscience. Sounds tempting to me. I personally like Cruel villians

If Villian isnt cruel then he isnt a villian right ?😆
😆😆😆

The most chilling part was the last part. It made my hair stand on end. Her mother must be damn scared. Was that girl Nia? or someone else?

Well lets see who it is 😉 Shhh Its top secret

Count me in. And don't forget to Pm me😊

I will PM you No worries

Well ,

Chapter 2

He stepped back and admired the painting, the dagger was beautiful but its real beauty was in the red color on its blade. He finally had fulfilled the purpose of the dagger and kept it back on its original place. A weapon it kill and it wasn't laced by blood, he remembered he had tried to explain it to her that it was blood that would beautify the dagger and no other way around. He had promised to not to take the dagger away but he could not hold himself to come live on his canvas.

The lady in red and her dagger were placed together in front of his eyes. She was looking like an angel who was sleeping peacefully but he knew that she was actually a devil. He had never believed her to be bad but then truth was opposite and if the other women hadn't helped her he would always remain ignorant of it.

He took the black paint and spread it across both the paintings and vigorously moved his brush in that. After many minutes he stopped, the painting of the sleeping angel was transformed in Satan himself. She was just like Satan ignorant, full of hate, liar and a backstabber. She didn't deserve to be loved but to be punished. The other women had told him that they needed to punish her for all her wrong doings.

Satisfied with his justice, he headed back to his room to let the sleep takeover him .It had been an exhausting week.

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The sun had already started to set by the time he had reached the crime scene, one look at the lock and he was reaffirmed - it wasn't tampered. Making his way in the house he observed the dining room, the whole place was sealed and everything was captured and yet he felt something amiss. He remembered his mentor's advice and took a piece of paper and jotted down

1. 4AM murder

2. Killer a friend?

3. Victim Drugged- How ?

4. Murder weapon - ?

5. Motive -?

6. Killer cleaned the blood?

The logical part said that killer could be one of the people in the party but he doubted that. They were dealing with an intelligent mind; one who wouldn't make a mistake to be seen amongst so many people.

The second question that haunted him was how the victim was drugged; there wasn't any food or any evidence of it being passed on with food or drinks. The next stop obviously was the kitchen where everything was arranged and in spite of there being a party last night.

"They had cleared the kitchen mess."

On an impulse he moved towards the fridge, a half-eaten pizza, and apples were present along with a jar of milkshake. He mentally noted to get all this checked by Neha. The kitchen slab was pristine which meant either the victim or both of them had cleared. He knew that killer was a friend and if his instincts are to be believed then he was sure that he would have come after the party to help her and not before it. But who was it? It was still a mystery.

Another mystery which his team needed to crack was the absence of the murder weapon.

"There were multiple stab wounds at least 10-15 on her body and she died of excessive blood loss."

Multiple stab wounds he remembered and if the killer didn't come with weapon then should have been there in the house only. The motive was still a mystery to him but keeping that aside he moved towards the room where the victim was placed

My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.

The letters stared back at him as he tried to understand what the killer would have implied but then, did Kaira wanted to be someone else or did the killer hated when she was trying to be like someone. For once he was sure that only rage was an emotion which could bring out such brutal actions but rage for what, was yet to be deciphered.

His eye caught the slightly open cupboard and the next moment he found his murder weapon. A dagger covered in blood was placed in a pristine box as if waiting to be discovered. A murder weapon placed for them to find, the case was definitely getting more complicated.

He dialed the second number on his speed dial and it was picked in the second ring,

"Why wasn't this cabinet checked in the first instance?"

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Back at the station, she adjusted her specks and grabbed another cup of coffee. She was a party person but in the current situation she would have killed anyone who would even utter that word. There were so many fingerprints to identify and the list seemed endless. Neha Rastogi was the forensic expert with the team from past 6 months who treated everyday as a challenge. She believed that a dead body is the biggest proof and getting the truth out of them was what had attracted her to this job.

The case in hand was proving to be more complicated than she would have thought as the body of the victim didn't speak or let any clue away. With the last analysis being done she had finally managed to segregate the fingerprints and there were at least 30 different people in the house. She wasn't sure if anyone of them was the killer as the victim body didn't have any mark or any clue which could lead them to it. Feeling proud on her for finishing the task before the timeline she had just grabbed her bag to leave when her phone started ringing.

"Come to crime scene now ."

Such was her life and next second she moved towards her car heading towards the place anticipating what had Arjun Sir found out.

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Rida was exhausted at the turn of events, Kaira was pretty popular in the office and thus the list of people she knew and those who knew her was endless. From the gate keeper to her boss she had talked with everyone and yet nothing. The team was rather shocked at her sudden death and clearly pointed out that no one would want to kill her. She had collected her belongings from the cabin and was heading towards the office when her eyes went towards a flower bouquet in the dustbin. She read the note and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Red is the color for you today."

The theory was correct then, the murder was a love affair gone wrong.

Shweta Bhatia, the one Kaira shared her cabin was just heading towards the pantry and she knew that this was the best time to catch her unguarded,

"Hey Shweta."

"Hi Officer."

"Oh call me Rida. Well, you shared a cabin with Kaira so I am sure that you would know her the best."

"Actually Rida, she didn't open up much as I just have been transferred her 3 months back. Unfortunately I won't be able to help you much with it."

"Not a Problem, but I am sure that you would know about her boyfriend, the one sending her flowers everyday."

The slight hesitance in Shweta body language was enough hint for her to know something was fishy and she needed to probe further,

"Shweta, you really need to tell me all that you know."

She her taking a deep breath before replying, "I really don't know anything Rida."

"Well then Shweta, you better come along with me to the station and let us officially talk. Trust me it will take me 5 minutes to get a warrant for you and the charges would vary from hiding information to whatever I decide. It's all up to you now, you really want me to drag you amidst your colleagues or you feel this is a better place to answer my question?"

Rida smirked as she knew that she had hit the correct nerve. Shweta's face was now by a fear of uncertainty and how much she hated it she knew that sometimes it was necessary to twist the words and reach for the truth and she was a master in it.

"Kaira was single, officer, there was no boyfriend."

"Then these flowers?"

"I don't know who sent them, I had asked her once and she said it was one of her admirers. I even tried to warn her against it but she got very angry and told me not to interfere."

Rida refrained herself from cursing out loud, why the hell did she had to accept the flowers? Her anger was something which she had learned to tame long time back.

"Anything else?"

"These flowers came only when she was in office, never on her holidays?"

"Thanks Shweta."

She saw Shweta hurrying off towards the cabin and processed the information - Kaira had no boyfriend but a stalker and she accepted the flowers and threw in the bin. The flowers never came when she was on leave. There was only one person who could shed some light on it.

The guard she had interrogated was rather an enthusiastic one to share his share of gossip and she knew that different flowers came and different times and by different people. The case had become interesting and yet complicated.

With that last thought in mind she drove back to office

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Dealing with computers, IPs, fake ids was a piece of cake for him, always had been for him as far he remembered. His gadget was his first love and will always be and thus any time spent amongst his babies was a time well spent and he could keep Arjun sir happy too. He had the list of all contact numbers along with the owners of majority of them. It was only when he looked closely he found that a pattern existed as it always does in every case.

A phone call came from a local number every day at 11:55 PM without a fail.

He had tracked all the locations which were spread across the city and none of the call lasted for few seconds apart from the ones in the last week. If the caller was the killer then what had made victim talk with him that to for hours in the last week?

Something was definitely amiss.

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The smell reached her nostrils before he came, the stench of alcohol and she knew that today she will again hear him shouting and cursing her mother. How many times had she told her father not to drink but to listen to her but he never listened to her?

She hid in her room and closed her ears to keep his voice out of her head but failed. She wanted the voices to end forever and with that thought she moved out of the room. Her father couldn't even stand and was falling at every second step. She rushed to support him but he jerked him away and slapped her hard.

Blood was oozing out from her lip and she yet she managed to say "I told you not drink."

She saw her father stop and turn towards her smiling "You will stop me ...tch tch ...i won't listen to you." and he slapped her again. Anger rushed through her and her whole body trembled how dare he didn't listen to her. That moment she hated him, she saw he was standing on the last step of the staircase and he needed a lesson that moment. With all her might she threw him off the stairs which wasn't difficult as he already was drunk and he lost balance the moment she pushed him.

Seeing him lying at the footsteps gave her happiness, maybe now he will listen to her and not drink now. He had only said her that punishment was necessary on every wrong action. If only she would stay, she would have seen him drenched in his own blood.