Her Phantom

1. Le Café

"They all are dead"
Should i be sad, mourning someone else's family. But no one survived the fire. So whom should i have sympathy about. Isn't it normal to die. We all have to die one or other day. Why must we cry about a fact. Nevertheless a dead person can't be brought back. I am just emotionally unavailable.

"Ekta, we must cover this case its been trending on Twitter. We can defeat City times" Samarth says as he pulls me out from my long chain of thoughts.

Samarth Khanna, only son of the owner of the biggest law firm. I dont know why is he doing this job when he has such a big shot as his father.

"Sure, I'll start researching on the Oberoi's. But what do you think is it murder or accident" I asked.

"Using my brain of 239 IQ. I can surely say it was a planned murder. Isnt it bit concerning that the fire broke when all the members were in the main house. More like the fire was waiting for all the members" He says.

"You are right. I am also sure that it was planned. But why. Oberois are known for being kind. Who would have such hatred against them" I asked. Oberois can anything but an enemy. As long as i have heard they have never spoke ill about someone. Always first in public works and opening NGOs.

"And that's for you to find out Ektha The Tiger" he said mischievously. Taking his foot backwards he runs. He knows me too well. He knew that i would hit him so he ran away. He and his weird passion of giving nicknames that wouldn't have a single meaning.

Pen check.
Notebook checked.
Phone checked.
Laptop checked.
Coffee Not checked.
I need coffee in my blood to function. I must be at a cafe rather than my company.

Soon i took the exit from my company. And now i am currently on an adventure to find some good coffee. I will never have Starbuck's coffee in my whole life. It is an oath. I cant afford to spend that much amount of money on coffee. Rather i prefer small cozy cafés.

Entering my personal favorite cafe of all time. Le Café. Placing my order. I sat at my usual place. The table at the last, adjacent to the corner.

Opening the laptop and then chrome. Everything thing is about the fire that was caught up on the mansion.

I started my mini investigation. Writing the names of every family members on each page of my notebook. I have been using this since the last case.

Rajdhir Oberoi. The head of the Oberois. All the news articles i can find about him are his initiatives taken for the animals, opening animal shelter in various small cities. Damnn not even a single word is against him. Does he have that much power over the media?? Because it is impossible to not have a single word against yourself infront of this limelight.

Indrani Oberoi. His wife. All good. She seems sweet. My experience of 25 years in world tells this. But how can she smile all day. Dosent her cheeks hurts a little bit? I am currently watching an interview of her and she isnt even stuttering when the question was asked regarding the murder case filed against her son. As if everything was planned. As if she knew what the interviewer would ask.

I can tell this easily that this interview is just a PR stunt to white wash their family's image. For a normal person it would look okay. But we deal with such cases on daily basis. The way she answers just after the interviewer finishes her question and sometimes not even letting her finish it. It seems like she have memorized the answers.

The interviewer, her identity must be checked. I took a photo of her face and google searched the image. The heck she is one of the senior manager at oberois. Kind of expected. Come to think of it if their son didnt killed anyone then why were they doing this white wash interview. They should have released a legal and official notice that their son hasn't done that.

Now its been clear. I think i can get the story. This is too common someone being killed by the son of a rich family. Now the family member of the victim is taking revenge. Too common genre.

Now my mission is to find the identity of the victim and i know a perfect person, born for this job.

"Sammmmyyyy" i said on the phone call as i called Samarth.

"Ehh tell the name of the person" i told you he knows me too well but also not.

"Please find out about the person who was rumoured to be killed by the son of the Oberois. Please" If he does any drama which i know he will do, i will literally throw my boots at him.

"What will i get in return?" I knew it. He is never going to change.

"My special handmade food" No one is going to tell him that i will cook pumpkin which he hates to his core. I mean i did not lie. Shrugging my shoulders with a hint of mischief on my lips i said.

"Done i'll do it but remember what you have said." He says ofcourse dearest sam i will cook your favorite pumpkin.

"I am a women of my words i'll definitely cook my food for you of you give me the information" I never said i will be cooking according to him.

All work done for today. I glanced at the watch its 8pm. Time really flies. I payed the cashier.

Now lets go to home. I will take rest and then will have food. Currently i am way too tired to make food so lets just order it. After ordering the food i can see the city lights. The 16th floor was worth buying.

Food's gonna come soon. Till then lets just watch some saas bahu serial. Come one sometimes we also need to watch Anupama otherwise from where will I get the writing skills to please my clients.

I watched for a good 15 minute. And the bell rang. Food is here. I am coming my love. I opened the door, took the food and now no one can stop me from devouring it.

Scrolling down the instagram. I came across Niharika's post. One word for her. Bitch. With a capital B. She did what other snakes do. My ex cheated on me with her. Seriously her? I was humiliated. Like seriously you have chosen her, a literally plastic bag. I am more natural than her no surgeries very less makeup no nothing.

Am i too sad that i kept on saying this?
No.

I am sad on the fact that i rejected a handsome boy because of him. God please send that boy back in my life. I was wrong to reject him.

Keeping the plates on the slab of the kitchen and food in the fridge. Uf washing utensils lets go. You know washing utensils is a work of art.

But i hate this art very much. You can say i am too picky. Blame it on my genes and the blood of my father and nother running in my veins.
Don't Blame Me. Utensils make me crazy~~. Singing my own version of dont blame me.

Any work left. Nope. Good to go.

Sleep time.

I dont want to sleep. Dark circles are also a bitch like Niharika. Well i mean it is a fact that no one can deny. I can feel that i can slip into sleeping anytime soon. Good night walla, TV, teddy and everyone.

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How was the first chapter???
Next chapters would be longer than this one.
Take care.
Love❣️
Eshi

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