Chapter 3: Rudra Singh Oberoi

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• CASE OF THE MISSING EGGS IN THE OBEROI MANSION •

Where does all the eggs in this house even vanish off to?!

Rudy, beta, you got a minus three in math in second grade... Why don't you just count again?

I decided to listen to the wise voice in my head and began counting the remaining eggs on the tray, seated comfortably on the kitchen floor, in front of the fridge.

"1...2...3...4... Only four again?! Yeh kaise possible hai? How can they go missing? Ithni badi mansion mein I'm the only one who eats the eggs!" I muttered to myself, while investigating the remaining.

I remember very clearly that in the morning I saw the tray filled with fresh eggs, then how can they go gayab so quickly?

Agent Rudy is ready to solve the Case of Missing Eggs in the Oberoi Mansion!

As I was laying out a brilliant plan in my head to uncover the mystery, the first and crucial step being hitting the gym, a loud gasp interrupted my smrt thoughts.

I turn to look up at Bhavya standing there in a black kurti and jeans, looking very hot. But something else also caught my hawk eyes. I'm so sharp!

"Rudy, aap!? You scared me," she stammered in her sweet voice, "What are you doing on the floor?"

"Forget that," I said, getting up with the tray, keeping the eggs safely back into the fridge, "Why do you have egg shells in your hand?" I interrogate her with narrowed eyes and folded arms.

She would have been my last guess. First, would have been Annika bhabhi, if only she'd been living here now.

Is Bhavya, an innocent angel, actually the face of the Egg- Bandit who has been taking the whole Oberoi Mansion by a storm?

"Haan, wo...wo..." She dragged on.

"Kya wo-wo? I asked you a question."

"Haan! Wo tho mujhe ye ande ki shells stairs mein mili," she said.

"Stairs mein?"

"Haan, Haan, stairs mein!" She insisted, thrusting them towards me.

"Hmm. Accha hua you brought them to me. This will provide as an important evidence in my case," I said, taking the shells from her hands and putting them quickly and safely in a paper bag that I found in a draw. (Thanks to bhaiya's sophisticated lifestyle)

"What?!" She asked looking alarmed, wringing her hands.

"Come, let's go interrogate Dadi now," I said dragging her out of the kitchen by her hand.

"What? Case? Interrogate Dadi? Have you lost your mind Rudra?! Aap ko ho kya gaya!?"

I shushed her as we reached the living room where Dadi was sitting along with Mom and, unfortunately, Choti-ma.

(I've been barely tolerating her presence in the mansion since that day she ruined her own son's and my bhabhi's happy life.)

"Daaaaddddiiii!" I yelled.

"Rudra! How many times have I told you not to holler in the house?!" I skillfully dodged my mom's chastise by throwing her a puppy-dog face.

"Oh my Mata! Rudra, why so louds? That too so earlys in the mornings?"

Not in the mood to shut her down with affection, I coldly apologized.

"Sorry, Choti-ma."

"And why yous draggings that poor girl? Leave hers handsu!"

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