Rohit Shah ! Sorry sorry it's inspector Rohit Shah. He is Charming, cute, good sense of humour living his life and also saving life's.
He is hardworking and friendship matters to him alot but he have one more dream after his job which is To have a...
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Rohit's POV
I am typing something on the computer when my mind drifts to Jaanvi.
Today morning also she called, but Mom picked it up and said not to call at my place ever again, and Mom even asked me to change the telephone number.
I just can't get why that girl doesn't understand that she is calling the wrong number. Why can't her parents give her the correct one or check whether she is calling the right person or not!
Then Constable Rakesh knocks and says nervously, "Rohit sir!"
"Yeah?" I reply while looking up from the screen.
"ACP sir is calling you," he said respectfully, standing straight.
I nod silently.
I get into his cabin, and he shows me everything he found. "Oh my god... that means—" I said, shocked.
"Yes!" he said firmly, his eyes wide with realization.
"But how? There will be so many girls with that alphabet," I said, confused.
"I know, but before something happens, we have to find out about that girl," he said seriously.
"But which college?" I asked with a frown.
"Bhawna's college," he said, his tone grim.
"But you said..." I began to say, confused.
"I know I said so, but have a look at this as well," he interrupted quickly and showed me the packet.
"Bhawna found this in the medical room yesterday, and at night we have to be in there to have some clues," he said, pointing at the packet.
"Okay, but the girl?" I asked curiously.
"Don't worry, if we find the person behind these packets, we may also reach this person as well. And I know the murderer is the one who sells these too," he said confidently.
"But they are suicides according to reports," I said, frowning deeply.
"No, they aren't. They are murders, and I know that," he said firmly, determination in his eyes.
I sigh, "Okay, as you say, but what's the proof?" I asked doubtfully.
"I don't have any proof, but if we find him, we will get our confession as well," he said, crossing his arms seriously.
"You are right," I said, nodding in agreement.
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Here are me and Aryan in the college at night.
Disguised differently, we climb the wall as the main gate is locked, obviously!
We have kept our guns loaded in our pockets, as we can't take risks.
