⭐Chapter 8: Case Closed… or the Beginning of the Real Game?
The police station was unusually quiet that evening.
SP Priya Singh Rajputana sat behind her desk, files spread out before her, eyes scanning every line with practiced precision. The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound—until a gentle knock broke the silence.
A constable entered, holding a sealed folder.
"Ma'am, the DNA report. Blood and fabric samples from the crime scene."
Priya took the file. The moment her eyes landed on the report, something shifted.
Her brows furrowed.
"This blood…" she whispered.
"…is not Sunidhi's?"
The air grew heavy. A tense silence followed, broken only by the faint sound of the system booting up as she stood abruptly.
"Run the fingerprints through the online Aadhaar database. Now."
The screen flickered. Data processed.
And then—
A name appeared.
Satish Dubey.
Priya's jaw tightened.
So the truth had finally begun to surface.
The Third-Degree Room
Sweat dripped down Satish Dubey's face as the pressure mounted. His eyes darted from one officer to another, fear written all over him.
"I… I wasn't alone, ma'am!" he broke down.
"Lala Dubey. Rajesh Sadhu. Ankit Pawar. They were all there!"
The camera of fate zoomed in on Priya's face—cold, sharp, unforgiving.
What followed was chaos. Shouts. Confessions. Broken voices cracking under guilt and fear.
"Yes! We did it!" one of them screamed.
"We raped her. We murdered Sunidhi Sharma!"
The room fell silent.
PI Karishma Singh's eyes filled with tears—relief mixed with horror.
"Sir… the case is solved," she whispered.
But Priya did not respond.
Her mind was elsewhere.
On a laptop.
On hidden files.
On smuggling routes and shadow networks.
This was not the end.
She knew it.
DIG Atul Deshmukh's Office – Night
"You solved the case in two days. Congratulations, Miss Rajputana," the DIG said warmly.
Priya didn't smile.
"Sir, the killers are caught. But the reason is still alive."
She placed the laptop on the table. Photos. Videos. Maps. Evidence.
"Girls are being used as living drug couriers. This racket operates from Solangpur village. Sunidhi was close to exposing it. That's why she was killed."
The DIG stiffened.
"Then why didn't you inform me earlier?"
"Because right now," Priya said firmly,
"they must believe the case is closed. If they sense danger, they'll disappear."
A long pause.
Then the DIG nodded slowly.
"Alright. For now… let them celebrate."
"Jai Hind, sir."
"Jai Hind."
Priya's House – Late Night
Warm lights. Waiting faces.
When the door finally opened, Karishma stepped in first.
"She's with the DIG, she'll be here soon."
Moments later, Priya entered—tired, composed, unbroken.
Applause filled the room. Tea was served. Smiles exchanged.
Yet even among laughter, Priya's eyes reflected something else.
Preparation.
Later That Night
The house slept.
Priya lay on her bed, files finally closed.
Little Kia quietly climbed beside her, hugging her tightly.
"Piyu didi…" she murmured.
Priya kissed her forehead.
"Sleep, my brave girl."
But sleep refused to come.
Sunidhi's murder.
And tomorrow—Abhay.
Both weighed heavily on her heart.
Hotel Suite – Same Night
Abhay Srivastava Vyas closed his meeting file.
"Tomorrow… I need to face her," he thought.
Was their distance only because of Anushka Arora—or something deeper?
His phone buzzed.
Kartik appeared on video call, grinning.
"I'm coming day after tomorrow. And remember—hurt my bhabhi again, and I won't spare you."
Abhay laughed.
"Is that a threat?"
"A promise."
Shaurya smirked.
"Your test isn't over yet, brother."
Airport Road – Morning
Flashlights. Cameras.
Anushka Arora stepped out of an SUV, sunglasses sliding down as she smiled coldly.
"Shooting starts here?" a reporter asked.
She paused.
"No. Accounts begin here."
She looked straight into the camera.
"Priya Rajputana… your time is up."
Priya's House – Morning
Kia still clung to her as Priya gently got up.
Her phone buzzed.
Abhay: I'll reach home by 11 AM.
Priya's voice echoed in her mind:
Justice and relationships—both demand answers.
As she stepped out in uniform, Siya stopped her.
"Didi… jiju and Shaurya are coming. Please stay today."
Priya adjusted her cap.
"I'm the SP here, Siya. Duty comes first."
She walked out.
The music of responsibility followed her.
Because the case was never truly closed.
The real game had just begun.