CID Mumbai Office - Morning
The team was busy reviewing files related to Amar Sharma's old criminal network. A new case had come up — a recent robbery tied to Amar's associates.
Freddy:Boss, yeh case lagta hai Amar Sharma ke gang ka kaam hai. Purani gangs ki activity dobara start ho gayi hai.
Smitha:Aur yeh robbery jahan hui hai, wahan se kuch clues mil sakte hain. Kuch rare documents chori hue hain mostly personal files, not valuables."
Dushyant and Kavin stood close, flipping through a scanned folder from Amar's old mansion.
Kavin knelt and opened the trunk. Inside, a half-burnt sketchbook lay intact.
Kavin (carefully picking it up):Yeh bachchon ka sketchbook lag raha hai...
He flipped a few pages. Crayon drawings of two little girls one with long hair tied in a ribbon, another with a bandaged knee. Scribbled below in childish handwriting:
Ishani and Anika lagbag both 8 years Papa ke saath ghar.
Smitha (reading over his shoulder):Sir... yeh toh kisi gangster ki personal diary lag rahi hai...
Kavin and Dushyant exchanged a loaded glance.
Dushyant (softly):Anika... Ishani..
Just then, Purvi, Ishita, and Freddy walked in.
Purvi:Kuch mila kya?
Kavin turned, about to speak — but just as he lifted the sketchbook slightly to show Smitha, Purvi caught a glimpse of the page.
Her eyes froze. The sketch. The names. That handwriting.
Within seconds, her breath quickened. Her steps faltered. She clutched the edge of a broken table nearby.
Purvi (whispering):No... not this... not again...
Ishita:Purvi?
Purvi's chest heaved. Her hands shook uncontrollably. Her vision blurred. The sketchbook like a ghost from the past stared back at her.
Smitha (concerned):Purvi, are you okay?
But Purvi didn't answer. She suddenly collapsed onto her knees, clutching her head, gasping for air.
Kavin (rushing):Purvi!
Dushyant: Someone get water! She's having a panic attack!
Ishita quickly kneeled beside her, holding her shoulders firmly.
Ishita (soft but firm):Purvi... aankhon mein dekho meri... saans lo... main hoon yahan.
Everyone in the team gathered —shocked, confused, and concerned. It was the first time they'd seen Purvi lose composure.
Freddy (softly):Sir... pehli baar Purvi aise react kar rahi hai...
ACP:Is sketch mein zarur kuch hai
