Detective Diaries | Kim Namjoon

Who Killed Him?

May be all of you have forgotten the past of the story due to my irregularities very sorry about that.......

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Story:-

Reaching there they saw the beautiful emerging house full of mournings and prayers. It seemed to be a  Halloween of reality life . The lights which last time brightened the house like stars are also seeming gloomy which are holding back tears full of bitterness . Every thing was dull . The garden lost its flowers and the house lost its magnificence and happiness.

They both went inside but found none downstairs the knocked on every door of downstairs but found disappointment. Rushing towards upstairs, the mournings became louder. Namjoon was  used to it but yn wasn't  neither the family members were. Yn stopped at the last step of the staircase, her sixth sense started sensing. She sensed somthing wasn't usual..

"What if?? No no....no God please no..."

A thought striked her mind at the speed of light. She cursed her thinking her her breath and stepped forward taking a deep sigh. At this whole moment namjoon checked each and every except of one and while entering into that room he held yn's hand forward that made her move in one go.

A sound was made a lock was opened and a seen had been created....and a lady dressed in purple looking like a homeless mad vagabond  jumped into Yn's arms as soon as they appeared. The lady was none other than Mrs. Mamberli. Before Yn could do something they heard

                                 "THUD"

The lady had fainted in her arms but yn couldn't hold it for so much time so she slipped out of Yn's hands and fell on the ground.. 

                At this moment they got a chance to glance at her face...

It was beautifully tired yet magnificently painful. Dried mark of tears left the footprints on the path by which they went towards the chin. the eyes were closed still wet due to love. The wet love had dried from her dress but not from her heart.

                                                     That tired face told a lot of tales that many books can't. Those tangled hairs held lots of secrets that can break a man down in tears and it was defined that if she finds the criminal he wouldn't be speared.

Yn rested her head on the scraf that was lying nearby. Finnally they got a chance to glance at the scene. A body was lying there lifelessly, with a muffler and bow in hand it was stabbed brutally more than once with a knife as if revenge was to be taken....

                                               This chapters are really but trust me I am trying my best to give it time but I am unable to do it. I will not promise to update regularly but I will try my level best. I hope I will be able to  grow some interest in you about this story.

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