"All psychopaths are geniuses—
they just don't know how to control their brains."
Everyone else slowly gathered around them.
Mohit: So what should we do right now? We've already alerted everyone—and every possible next prey.
Rudra: You're forgetting one thing. We've already snatched one of her targets. She won't sit quietly now. She's already under police radar, so even if she knows she'll be arrested... she'll complete her unfinished work first.
Mohit: You mean... she'll attack my fiancée again?
Rudra: Could be. Or—
Nitin: Or?
Sushant: Or she might go after Vera.
The room stiffened.
Vera: Me? But why?
Sushant: Come on. You've been irritating her for a long time.
Why wouldn't she say hi to her most annoying buddy before showing the world her true personality?
Nitin: Shut up.
Sushant: Fine. But you need to provide security—to her and to his fiancée.
Vera: Don't listen to him.
Only Nitin's fiancée needs security right now. I think Rudra's right—psychopaths never leave their work incomplete.
Everyone nodded.
After visiting every possible location and alerting the police, traffic units, railway stations, and airports—with Mansi's details circulated everywhere—Vera finally returned home. It was on Rudra's insistence, though he stayed back at the station, dealing with unfinished matters.
She freshened up and changed her clothes.
Sitting on the couch, she mindlessly scrolled through TV channels—her thoughts far louder than the screen. She still couldn't believe it.
Mansi. Someone she had known for so long.
She left the TV running and went to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. When she returned, she switched to the news channel, adjusted the cushions, and sat down.
The doorbell rang.
She stood up instinctively. As she moved toward the door, her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror.
What if it's Rudra?
She quickly checked herself again, tied her loose hair into a ponytail, applied a layer of lip balm, and reached for the door.
Her hand froze on the doorknob.
What if it's Mansi?
Sushant's words echoed in her head.
She stepped back, leaned toward the peephole—
And stopped breathing.
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under the wraps
Mystery / ThrillerThis narrative is around a serial murderer or psycho killer who commits a series of murders but always goes unreported by police because he successfully covers them up as suicides. However, while committing one such crime, he comes under the notice...
