Killing For Love

Uncovering clues.

"After saying goodbye to my friends and starting my solo walk, a sudden realization hit me - I needed to tell the police about the killer I suspected was among us."

𝘼𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

"I entered the police station, determined to report the killer. As I shared my story, the officers exchanged knowing glances, their expressions stern.

They led me to a dimly lit room, where a tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows. His piercing brown eyes locked onto mine, his jaw clenched in intensity. His dark hair seemed to frame his chiseled features, radiating an aura of authority. With a gesture, he invited me to sit, his gaze never wavering. The distance between us was bridged by a small table, but the tension was palpable."

"After an unsettling silence, I finally broke the stillness by asking the question that had been lingering on my mind:

'Who are you?'

His response was unexpected, yet intriguing.

'I'm a detective,' he revealed, his eyes locked on mine with a sense of purpose.

'I've been tracking a killer, and I need your help to crack the case.'

My mind raced back to the terrifying ordeal I had survived, and I realized why he needed me.

'You're talking about the person who kidnapped me, aren't you?' I asked,

my voice barely above a whisper. 'The one I managed to escape from?'

His nod was slight, but his gaze intensified. 'I need the records, any information you can provide. Will you help me bring this criminal to justice?'"

"I nodded, my head moving slowly, as if the weight of the conversation was already bearing down on me.

I revealed the killer's sinister obsession, his twisted desire to cage and torture women. The detective's expression turned grave, his eyes clouding over with a mix of shock and sorrow. He hesitated, as if gathering the courage to speak, and then delivered the devastating blow:

'They're all gone, killed without mercy.'

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. I struggled to find my voice, my words barely audible

'But...but the man who saved us, he said they'd be free.'

The detective's eyes narrowed, his pencil poised over his notebook.

'Tell me more about that man,'

he urged, his tone laced with a sense of urgency. I shook my head, my mind racing back to the darkness of that room.

'I didn't see his face clearly...it was too dark.'"

"As the detective finished his questioning, I rose to leave, my mind still reeling from the intense conversation. But then, I realized I had forgotten to ask his name. I turned back, a curious smile spreading across my face.

'Wait, what's your name?'

I asked, feeling a bit silly for not asking earlier. He looked up from his notes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

'I'm Arnab,'

he replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I introduced myself, feeling a sense of relief at finally knowing his name.

'I'm Aadya,' I said, my voice firm. But then, he dropped a bombshell

'I know, it was in the file.'

I felt my face flush, realizing he had known my name all along. I laughed awkwardly, feeling a bit foolish. But then, he turned serious, his eyes locking onto mine.

'Actually, Aadya, you can help us. You can show us the house where you were held captive.'

My heart skipped a beat as I nodded, a sense of purpose washing over me.

'Yes, I can do that.' Arnab's face lit up with a determined smile. 'Great, let's work together and bring this criminal to justice.'"

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"As I finally emerged from the police station, exhausted from reliving the horrors of my ordeal, I thought I was hallucinating when I saw a familiar face in the crowd. My heart skipped a beat as I rushed towards her, tears of joy streaming down my face.

'Harin! Oh my god, I thought you were dead! Where have you been all these years?'

I clutched her hands, my words tumbling out in a sobbing mess. But instead of the warm embrace I expected, her face remained expressionless, her eyes cold and distant. Before I could process what was happening, a man appeared out of nowhere, his hand wrapping possessively around hers.

'She's not who you think she is,' he said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of unease.

'Her name is Arya, and she's my girlfriend... soon to be my wife.'

My mind reeled in shock, my tears drying up in confusion. Who was this man? And why was Harin - or Arya - acting like a stranger?"

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