under the wraps

not a star but an officer

Monday morning (6 am yaad shehar )

A young woman in her late teens or early twenties was walking down the street at a leisurely pace; her outfit of faded tough jeans and a simple printed top, unkempt hair, and an old rucksack revealed that she came from a middle-class background. She was carrying a purse on one shoulder and strolling while using her phone; she was careful with her movements because her concentration was focused on what she was doing on her phone rather than completing her road trip as quickly as she could.

She felt something unusual suddenly, and the expression on her face immediately transformed to one of horror and terror. Having her suspicions about someone looking at her gone, she began to move quickly because she could see the person who was following her doing the same in the loneliness.As her fear increased, she began to perspire heavily and struggled to move.

She can hear her own heartbeat clearly. As though she had experienced a quake, her feet were trembling as she tried to phone someone, but they weren't available.

Suddenly, she made the decision to move quickly, letting go of her uncertainty about being followed while being increasingly certain of it. The individual who followed her did the same thing she did.

Because of the rough surface of the road, which was probably still under construction, she slipped while running and fell to the ground, landing heavily on her knees, arms, and phone. Fortunately, she landed on a sandy surface and sustained no serious visible injuries.She rose off the ground while still holding her phone and immediately began sprinting once more. She was crying as a result of her dread, anxiety, and irritation.

She arrived at an abandoned, dilapidated-looking structure while trying to flee. In addition to numerous other shattered items, there was a broken table next to the building. She crouched down underneath the table and put her hands over her lips. Her heart was beating so quickly that the constant jogging made her feet groggy.Her heart was beating so quickly that the constant jogging made her feet groggy.

She was still sobbing with her mouth still closed due to the pressure she was putting with her hands when a person wearing all black clothing suddenly crept from behind that table. Once the person has been gone for a while, she emerges from hiding after a short while and checks various locations. She breathed heavily in relief as if a great threat had finally passed because no one was there and she felt the danger recede for a short period She felt a sense of dread run down her cheeks as someone suddenly touched her shoulder, and the same person pulled her, causing her to scream loudly.

Same place ( 12 noon )

The same abandoned building was suddenly overrun by police officers, who were seen scurrying about in all directions and taping the ground floor of the structure with the phrase "don't enter under investigation" to warn people not to enter.

The same girl's body was laying on the ground with her back to us; her face was mostly hidden by her hair, and the only blood on the floor was coming from her face. Her body had already been tagged, and several police officers were talking about it, taking notes, and taking pictures. A person in a white coat and large glasses who had a tendency to slide down his nose was busy using a tool to gather a few items with the help of small polythene bags.

A car pulled up in front of that location, and a female got out to the street wearing a knee-length black dress and a brown leather jacket while displaying her high heels

Most of the reporters were busy presenting live news with their specific cameramen accompanying them, and their vans were covering the majority of the area of the murder site. The amount of media and police noise in that location was loud enough to deafen anyone.

Leaving everyone behind, she moves towards the restricted area. A police sergeant intervened when she was ready to walk into the restricted area.

Girl: "what is the issue?"

She asked with a quiet voice and an unperturbed expression.

sergeant: (In a Haryanvi accent) Madam Ji: "Can't you tell that this is a murder scene rather than a scene of a shooting?"

After examining her from head to toe, offer her an odd gaze that is not arrogant in any way. After listening to him, the girl used her phone to call an unknown number, and after a few beeps, someone must have picked up because she yelled at him and shouted these words in a deep voice.

Girl:

"You will be accountable for the penalties if you don't arrive here in five seconds."

she speak in the same tone as when responding to Sergent a moment earlier and after hanging up, began checking her watch as though she were going to wait just five seconds before showing the repercussions to the person on the phone.

Sergeant: madam Media is not permitted inside, regardless of who you phone, Ji.The girl gives him a blank stare and doesn't reply to him at all.

An inspector quickly runs in their direction in a matter of seconds. sergeant saluted him after observing him however the inspector salutes a female while dispensing with his very existence.

The sergeant is astounded by this sight as if he had just witnessed a dead person walking.

Inspector: He is new here and was unaware that you are a ssp, so I apologise, ma'am.

The sergeant is even more frightened after hearing these statements since it seems as though the dead body that had been walking earlier has now come after him with a knife.

Sergeant: s....s.....s.....s.. Unfortunately, he was unable to say anything else since shock had taken hold of him and may have also affected his senses, as he appeared to have lost them. That poor creature was left in shock as a girl, I mean SSP, gave him a death stare and entered the restricted area while the inspector followed behind her.