||Decoding The Past ||

Prelude

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Sometimes, the dead speak

I adored Mallika.

I still adore my sister Mallika.

And perhaps that's why I refuse to believe she killed her husband.

Whenever I think about it, my mind starts wandering over the day she and Sid Jeeju married each other. That marriage did gathered a lot of limelight. After all, it was the wedding of the great Siddharth Singh Oberoi. I still remember my beautiful sister, glowing like a moon, enjoying that day. Surely, it was the happiest day for both of them.

"May her happiness stays like this forever." I had wished as I saw her completing the wedding vows. But, really? When does my wish come true?

Five years ago,during the early March, Siddharth Singh Oberoi was found murdered in his farmhouse. According to the news, he was stabbed with a paper knife, that pierced straight through his heart, while his body was found on the bed of his room. Other than Mallika, his other siblings as well as few friends were residing in that house during that time. The body was found by his cousin, Omkara Singh Oberoi, who had immediately informed police about it. But my sister Mallika, out of grief, committed suicide even before the arrival of police.

Few days later, after a series of investigation, fresh facts came out. The fingerprints that were found on the knife belonged to Mallika. The police, thence had put forward the theory that due to some argument Mallika had murdered her husband out of rage. This theory was even supported by the fact that she had given up her life. And thus, the case was closed.

Apparently everyone was convinced. But I wasn't.

During this whole scenario, I was in California, completing my third year. There was nothing I could do. Absolutely nothing. All I did was shout, cry, and whimper over this whole tragedy. Apart from that? Nothing.

And then few years later, fate took a drastic turn, and I found myself in India with a tag of Mr. Oberoi's P.A.And this was just the beginning, because things started getting more messier after that. After getting surrounded by the deceased couple's family members and friends, and hearing everyone's personal views over that unfortunate day, I realised the case was more complicated than it seemed. And the fact that my heart had started falling for that famous artist didn't appeared to help me either. 

But somehow I had to pull myself together and prepare for some sleuthing. Because, since I firmly believe that it was not Mallika who had committed the murder, my suspicious eyes were bound to fall on the remaining seven people who were occupying that house that day.

And that included Omkara as well.

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Presenting

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Gauri Kumari Sharma

 {Female Protagonist}