"They vanish before eighteen. And someone's turning their birthdays into grave markers." When a string of teenage girls are murdered just months before their 18th birthday - eyes missing, bodies staged like symbolic art - the media calls it a coincidence. The police call it suicide. But the government knows better. And so, SOU is activated. An elite task force formed from Intelligence Bureau's most dangerous minds - led by the ruthless Purvi Malhotra and the volatile Kavin Khanna. Joined by a forensic prodigy, a hacker who jokes in chaos, a mind-reader, and a pathologist who speaks to the dead - they are the last line before law collapses. As the team races against time, patterns emerge. Secrets surface. And the killer... watches them back.What happens when the line between adulthood and annihilation is marked in blood? "18 isn't freedom. It's the countdown." #1 parthsamthan~15 oct #1 zain~27 dec

Please ignore mistakes It is my first time writing something This is a story about Kavin and Purvi What happens when two worlds collide Peep in to know more ❤️❤️❤️

Dayurvi tale. This is a story of ghosted love, reborn courage, and a new beginning lit by someone who didn't replace the past but stood strong enough to hold its weight. He loved her friend once. He never confessed. And she walked out of CID with a suitcase... straight into a marriage that shattered him in silence.Duty collides with guilt, old wounds reopen, and Daya spirals through everything he never said.

Criminals vanish. Entire gangs disappear. And every time, witnesses whisper the same two letters: KV. No one knows who he is. No one has ever survived him. But when the system fails and monsters rule the night- he arrives. Silent. Precise. Unstoppable. If you're innocent, he's your last hope. If you're guilty... you won't see the next chapter. Start reading. Because once KV enters the story, you won't be able to leave it. ⚠️ Content Warning This story contains fictional portrayals of crime, violence, and high-intensity situations. While these elements contribute to the plot, they are not intended to glorify, promote, or encourage any form of harmful or illegal behavior. Readers may encounter: Mentions of violence, injury, and criminal activity Emotionally intense scenes involving fear, threat, or confrontation Dark themes such as trauma, corruption, and moral conflict Psychological tension and morally complex characters All characters, incidents, and organizations in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised, especially for those sensitive to suspenseful or mature themes.

Shreya was the ACP's twenty-two year-old daughter. He was the thirty-five-year-old inspector who wrecked criminals for a living. One sleeveless hoodie, one relay race, one locked gaze across a dusty field, and Shreya Pradyuman knew she would burn the world down to have Daya Shetty. Seven months of stolen nights, secret hotel keys, bruises shaped like fingerprints, and videos that would ruin them both if anyone ever found out. Every time he says "this has to stop," she drags him deeper. Every time she posts a story meant only for him, he loses another piece of his soul.He is her oxygen. She is the fire he can't put out.But when ACP Pradyuman starts connecting the marks on his daughter's skin to the man he raised like a son, the game of shadows turns deadly. Forbidden. Filthy. Fatal. A CID inspector and the girl he was never supposed to touch. Age-gap • extreme possession • secret affairs • slow-burn to detonation. #darkromance #agegap #forbiddenlove #possessivehero #cidau

Daya solves every crime. But will he ever notice her heart is his to take? Shreya has memorized the quiet strength in Daya's eyes. For her, it's a silent devotion, a case she can't seem to close. But the game is about to change. When a closed door and a overheard conversation reveal the DCP's personal request for Daya, Shreya's world shatters. The man who sees every fingerprint, every fiber, every trace of evidence, is completely blind to the one thing that matters most. The evidence is circumstantial. The suspect is oblivious. And the verdict could break her heart.

A daya purvi story from current track of CID .

Diya, Shreya's daughter, uncovers her mother's unfinished love story with Inspector Daya and is determined to bring them back together.

They broke the team. They buried the truth. But legends don't stay buried for long. Seven years ago, CID fell-not from failure, but from betrayal. A high-profile case went horribly wrong, tearing apart a team that once stood as India's greatest line of defense. Friendships were shattered, duty was questioned, and hearts were left bleeding in silence. ACP Pradyuman was forced into retirement. Daya and Abhijeet were suspended, broken but inseparable. Shreya, Tarika, and Purvi were reassigned, their bond surviving-but scarred. Sachin vanished without a trace. Now, a killer emerges-one who uses CID's very own tactics to send a terrifying message. The same corrupt hands that dismantled CID? They're being hunted... one by one. Desperate and afraid, the government begs the old team to return. To revive what they destroyed. To stop a ghost of their own making. But this isn't just a crime to solve-it's personal. As secrets unravel and buried emotions rise, love finds its way through the cracks of pain. Because some stories aren't about catching a killer. They're about reviving everything that was lost.

Daya & Shreya After CID2 Mission Chakravyu Arc. She was branded a traitor. He waited for the truth. Now fate has given them one more chance... Shreya returns to CID with her name cleared-but scars remain, and a daughter she's raising alone. Daya, the man who loved her in silence, is no longer just a friend-he's her strength, her safe place, and the only one who sees the pain she hides. As danger looms and buried traumas resurface, their bond deepens-slowly, tenderly, intensely. But love after betrayal isn't easy. Can she let him in again? Can he wait just long enough without breaking? A story of second chances, silent promises, and the kind of love that never truly dies.