Ms. Detective (I) {under construction}

7. Suspicious

"Mr. Khurana" I kept patting his cheeks not letting him to faint.

*shot*

This time it was Vikram aiming his gun at the person shooting Mr. Khurana. The gun slipped out of the person's grip and fell in front of me. I suddenly grabbed the gun. It has few blood drops!! This means the person who was shooting at Mr. Khurana is hurt!!! "Trisha..." Vikram yells breaking my chain of thoughts. "Your fingerprints will be left on the gun. Are you mad!!" He yells and that very moment I realised he's actually right! So I threw the gun back on the floor.

The power came thankfully and my gaze searches for the person shooting on Mr. Khurana. I rushed to upstairs while ambulance was called at the moment to admit Mr. Khurana as soon as possible.

There's standing no one now! Damn it..... Who was the shooter?!!

Wait.... The person is hurt! And is bleeding! I can find it!

I rushed to Abeer. "What was this...." I yell grabbing his arm towards me. "Ahh..." He moans. He's hurt! It means.....!! "Why were you shooting at Mr. Khurana?" Ask I. "Oh just shut up you and don't you need to poke your nose...." He warns throwing his arms away. "It is my duty!!"..... Oh freak! I seriously need to control my tongue before anything. "No baby.... Your duty is to keep me happy!!" says he hitting my back on wall. "Listen you....".

Suddenly my phone rings "Trisha let's go..." orders Vikram who was on the other side.
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After two days.
Mr. Khurana was recovering though wasn't discharged yet. The thing surprised me most was that... Rudra never came to meet his uncle. But why? Was it him to shoot Mr. Khurana or was it Abeer? Abeer's arm is injured!! Not because he got shot but because he might have injured with the touch of bullet by Vikram. Though the gun was sent for forensic so I can't blame him without any proof.
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The next morning I was waiting for auto. "Hi..." Says a voice from beside me. Harsh!! Oh my Crush!! "H..Hi.." I hope to not to look like a fool at him. "How's you?" He asks with his firm smile. "I'm fine..." said I. "Coffee?" He asks and I can sense his hesitation. "Okay..." I agreed at a one go. I mean come on my crush is offering a cup of coffee!!

We reached nearby café shop and placed ourselves on respective seats. We remain silent and awkwardness kept killing me. "I... I like your hair..." said I when he looked at me, amazed. Damn it Trisha... You need learn some chapters of flirting at least! So dumb of you!! "That should be my dialogue" He chuckles. Oh that smile! That damn smile!! "Trisha... I wanted to tell you something..." on his sentence, I swear my heart is blasting instead of beating. "Yes sure..." I reply when waitress comes with our order. "Your smile is beautiful!!" He states. Oh this!! This should be my dialogue! "Thanks.." I reply controlling my blush.

We remained involved in ourselves for a while and then left the café. He offered me to drop in his car but of course I can't go with him to Rudra's place.

"You're very brave..." Says he abruptly which makes me look in to his eyes. Such a simple sentence which no one else said ever!! I remained silent when he held my hand. "Yes you are!" says he with his million dollar smile. And he leaves.... My mind remains numb while my heart keeps blushing. My Gentleman!
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I reached Rudra's place and went straight to check on him. All the servants are on leave it seems!

His room was locked when I realised he has locked himself inside the room.

"Rudra.... Open the door..." said I banging the door. No reply. "Rudra...." I banged again. He opens the door, looking exhausted. "Are you dumb... Can't you open the door in one go?" I yell and to my surprise he was silent!! Not even said his favourite line 'Listen you...Ms. Tiny One'!!!

Suddenly his head fell on my shoulder which disbalanced me and he fell on me and I under him. "Rudra..." I shook him but he remains silent on me. I hurriedly get up making him under me. "Rudra..." I scream shaking his cheeks. His exhausted eyes stares at me and slowly..... His eyes were closed.
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I found his wrist............ Bleeding!!!!!!!!!!!!
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He has.... He made a cut on his wrist!!!!! He tried to attempt suicide!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"Rudra.... Stay awake...." I pat his cheeks on which his eyes were open. My gaze fell on the room's floor.... So much blood was flowing.... While his wrist kept oozing out blood. He has lost much blood!! I found my handkerchief in my bag and hurriedly tied it around his wrist. He remains glaring at me.

We reached hospital anyhow carrying him in auto was really a tough task. He's shifted inside the emergency ward. Meanwhile only one question is hitting in my head right now.... Why did he attempt suicide?

Wait a second.... When that person was shooting at Mr. Khurana, Vikram has shot the shooter!!..... Though he wasn't shot but was injured surely as the gun was having blood drops!! Is Rudra having that injury? Cause Abeer was also injured so I can't blame Rudra without any proof!

Is it Rudra or is it Abeer or someone else??
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At evening, doctors finally came out of the room. "Thankfully he's saved..." sighs Doctor and I look at him confused. "Can I meet him?" I ask. Okay come on it was mean as I only want to meet him for my task. "Actually he has lost much blood, we are providing him, but he's unconscious due to weakness." informs the Doctor. "Okay..." I sighed. "But don't worry.... You can meet him...!!" Doctor says and leaves.

I enter inside the room. He is laying peacefully on the bed. He looks so calm in sleep.... Without that monstery look!! I sit beside him, glancing at him. Why did he do this? Firstly he shot his uncle and then attempts suicide!!!! Are my assumptions right? Really was it him to shoot?!! If yes then why?

Various drips were pierced inside his skin while his injured hand was bandaged and was laying peacefully. It was so painful.

But wait. Is he lefty!? Cause the cut is on right wrist!!! I don't exactly remember whether he's lefty or not! The watch he was wearing in his right wrist. And Vikram has shot the shooter from the right angle! Which means his right hand should be injured.

Slowly I kept his right hand in my hold, softly of course. The bandages weren't letting me to inspect his injuries. Had he done all this because.... Because he was.... He was the shooter!!! And this suicide drama is to shrug his injured wrist?

But I'm a detective... I can doubt but I can make any conclusion without any prescription.