Broken Girl

Chapter 21

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While the team at the Bureau focused on the 16-year-old trail of Pari, NK and Sanjana were operating in a different world—a world of 24-year-old shadows.

It was 2:00 pm ,December 26, 2025 . The humid air of Ahmedabad felt heavy as they navigated a quiet, narrow lane in the Sabarmati area. NK and Sanjana moved with the lethal efficiency of ghosts. Before leaving their secure perimeter in Ahmedabad, they underwent a complete transformation. They didn't just change their clothes; they applied medical-grade prosthetic face skins—thin, silicon-based layers that altered their bone structure and features entirely. To anyone looking, they were no longer CID elite; they were just two ordinary sisters from a wealthy family.

NK had purposefully kept the ACP in the dark about her current location; if she told him she was in Gujarat chasing a nurse from a 2002 neonatal ward, she would have to explain that the real Mehra daughter currently are no more and VK bones are sitting in Salunkhe's lab.

"The address should be right here," Sanjana whispered, her eyes glued to the thermal imaging on her tablet. "Sister Margaret. She was the Head of Nurses at the Delhi hospital twenty-four years ago. People say she retire early but there is no record , but when i search for her really hard and finally after whole two day i got to know she moved to Ahmedabad twenty years ago . She's been living under the radar ever since."

NK stepped out of the black sedan, her eyes scanning the modest, gated house. "She didn't just retire, Sanjana. She fled. Anyone who was in that ward the night the lights went out either ended up dead or wealthy. Let's see which one Margaret is."

As they approached the modest residence of Sister Margaret. They were met at the door by a woman in her early thirties, Margaret's daughter.

"Can I help you?" the daughter asked, looking curiously at the two strangers.

NK spoke with a soft, convincing lilt. "Namaste , I'm Naina and this is my sister Siya. We are so sorry to disturb you . It's Sister Margaret's place. Can we come in."

"Yes, it is. Please, please come in. Have a seat." The daughter welcomed them into the living room.

" We actually are sorry to come without informing," Sanjana said with a smile. "We tried to call Sister Margaret before, but it kept saying it was a wrong number."

"My mother..." the daughter began.

" Oh , she was your mother. " NK smile.

" Yes, I'm her daughter Tina." Tina nodded.

"Well the reason for us to come here is that. My sister and I have been searching for your mother, Sister Margaret. She was the head nurse during my own sister's birth twenty-four years ago. My elder brother's wife is currently pregnant, and we want only the most trusted hands. We remembered your mother's kindness and came all the way to find her." NK said with a small smile.