Originally posted by: heavenlybliss
Murder mystery and romance are my fav combo
enjoyed reading this start!
Yay! Glad you enjoyed it! Murder, mystery, and a sprinkle of romance — the perfect recipe for keeping you guessing and blushing! 🥰
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Originally posted by: heavenlybliss
Murder mystery and romance are my fav combo
enjoyed reading this start!
Yay! Glad you enjoyed it! Murder, mystery, and a sprinkle of romance — the perfect recipe for keeping you guessing and blushing! 🥰
Part 2
The sharp sound of shattering glass rang through the grand wedding venue.
Arjun’s instincts kicked in as his hand automatically reached for his holster, eyes scanning the area. Nearby, Riya did the same, her sharp gaze locking onto the disturbance—a waiter stood frozen near the bar, his face pale, a broken glass at his feet. His hands trembled as he muttered an apology, but his eyes… they flickered with something else. Fear.
Arjun didn’t miss it.
Neither did Riya.
They exchanged a glance, silent understanding passing between them. Rathore approached, his voice low. "Kya kuch mila?"
Riya nodded subtly in the direction of the waiter. "Woh kuch zyada hi ghabraya hua lag raha hai."
Arjun’s voice was quiet but firm. "Usse discreetly le chalo."
Rathore signaled Chotu, who immediately moved to the waiter, placing a firm hand on his shoulder as if guiding him away from the broken glass. The guests barely noticed—the music had resumed, and the wedding continued, just as Arjun had instructed.
***
The waiter, named Amit, fidgeted under their piercing stares. Sweat glistened on his forehead despite the cool night breeze.
"Main… main sirf drinks serve kar raha tha!" His voice wavered.
Arjun crossed his arms, his tone dangerously calm. "Toh phir haath kyun kaanp rahe hain?"
Amit swallowed hard. "Maine kuch nahi kiya!"
Riya leaned forward, her silver lehenga shimmering under the dim light. "Murder yahan, iss wedding ke andar hua hai. Toh ya toh tum innocent ho… ya phir uss killer ke baare mein jaante ho."
Amit’s breath hitched. His gaze darted around as if looking for an escape.
Arjun’s patience wore thin. His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "Jhoot bolne ki aadat hai ya jaan se haath dhona hai?"
Amit crumbled. "Mujhe pata nahi tha… sirf message deliver karne ke liye kaha tha!"
Rathore’s eyes narrowed. "Kisne?"
Amit hesitated, then shakily pulled out his phone. "Ek unknown number se message aaya tha. Mujhe Rohan sir ko ek drink dene bola tha… uss drink mein kuch milaya gaya tha."
Riya’s stomach clenched. "Poisoned drink."
Arjun took the phone, scrolling through the messages. "Ye number trace karna hoga, Shree."
Shree immediately got to work.
Amit pleaded, "Mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh poison tha! Main sirf waiter hoon!"
Arjun’s gaze was cold. "Killer ne tumhe use kiya. Aur agar sach nahi bataya, toh agla nishana tum bhi ho sakte ho."
Amit turned ghostly white. "Main sach keh raha hoon, sir!"
Before they could press further, Shree’s laptop beeped. His eyes widened. "Number trace ho gaya… lekin yeh kisi guest ka nahi hai. Number shaadi ke andar se hi operate ho raha hai."
Rathore stiffened. "Matlab killer abhi bhi yahin hai."
A chilling realization settled over them.
The murderer was still present—blending into the guests, watching them, waiting.
***
With the investigation happening quietly, the wedding festivities carried on. The sangeet segment had begun, and couples had started dancing. The dim golden lighting, the slow romantic track, and the ambiance created a dreamy atmosphere.
Riya, though still focused on the case, felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find a young man—tall, charming, and clearly interested. "May I have this dance?"
She blinked. "Uh, main—"
"Ek dance se investigation nahi rukegi," the man grinned, holding out his hand.
Arjun, who had just stepped into the hall, halted in his tracks. His gaze darkened as he saw Riya hesitate… and then place her hand in the man’s.
His fingers curled into fists.
As the music swelled, Riya moved gracefully, her silver lehenga swirling around her. The man was good—too good—his hands resting confidently at her waist, pulling her close as they swayed.
Arjun’s jaw tightened. His teeth clenched.
"Tch." He scoffed under his breath.
Shree, who had come to update him, smirked. "Kya hua, sir? Aap itne tense kyun lag rahe hain?"
Arjun shot him a glare. "Shut up, Shree."
Shree bit back a laugh. "Waise, Riya ko kaafi acha dancer mil gaya hai. Dekhiye na, kitni smooth chemistry lag rahi hai."
Arjun’s glare intensified. "Kaam pe dhyan do."
But even as he said it, his eyes remained glued to Riya.
The man twirled her effortlessly, his hands lingering a second longer than necessary.
Arjun had enough.
With long strides, he cut through the dance floor, stepping right between them. "Bas ho gaya."
The man frowned. "Excuse me?"
Arjun’s gaze was hard. "Tumse baat karni hai. Abhi."
The authority in his voice left no room for argument.
Riya raised an eyebrow. "Aapko kya problem ho rahi hai, sir?"
Arjun turned to her, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tum investigation kar rahi ho ya flirting?"
Riya folded her arms, her eyes flashing. "Agar dance karna flirting hai, toh aapko kaise pata chala? Kabhi kiya hai?"
Shree snorted from the sidelines.
Arjun’s lips quirked. He stepped closer, his voice lowering. "Mujhe zarurat nahi padti. Jo main chahta hoon, wo waise hi paas aa jata hai."
Riya’s breath hitched at his proximity. But before she could reply, Shree’s laptop beeped again.
"Sir!" Shree interrupted. "Number ka last activity trace ho gaya—aur yeh shaadi ke ek private guest room se operate ho raha tha!"
The dance floor moment evaporated.
Arjun’s eyes met Riya’s.
"Chalo." His voice was sharp.
The ETF team moved swiftly, weaving through the celebration unnoticed. The tension had shifted—what was supposed to be a wedding had turned into a silent warzone.
The room was locked.
Chotu kicked the door open.
Inside, a laptop was set up, a single message blinking on the screen.
"Tum log jo bhi karlo, main ek aur khoon kar chuka hoon. Laash dhoondh lo, agar samay hai toh."
A chill ran through the team.
Another murder had just happened.
And this time, the killer was challenging them.
Back to back parts hmm Arjun jealous 😁
Riya makes him dance on her fingers 🤣
Part 1
Wonderful start! I loved the playful teasing between them, and the added mystery makes it even more intriguing.
Part 2
Gotta hand it to the murderer- pulled off a second murder right under ETF's nose and is even challenging them...
Also, I’m thoroughly enjoying jealous Arjun!
Youre too fast yaar...reserved
Awesome part
The mystery is getting interesting.
The killer has directly challenged ETF, waiting eagerly for next part
Continue soon
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