Invisible

I knew that we were there on Tamble sir’s request and from body language of Mr Arvind I guessed that he didn’t like the idea of Tamble sir to involve us in the case. Though I was sure;  when Tamble sir called us then there must be something more than just burglary and drugs. I started to check all rooms. Sunaina pointed me at a Painting. OH MY GOD. It was POLICE GAZETTE by Willem de Kooning, a 67 Million Dollars abstract painting. It was one of the most expensive paining of the world. I could not believe that though it must be a duplicate. I am an art lover so I do research on these paintings and I can tell you that it was very well copied. Then I looked at the opposite wall. I touched the wall. I requested all police men to empty the dining room. Tamble Sir and Mr Arvind also came to see what I was doing. I jumped on the dining table and then lifted the couch in front of the wall, laid on the floor. I looked at Sunaina. I saw a bit of embarrassment in her eyes because of my sudden jumping around. I walked slowly to Tamble Sir and asked him to break the opposite wall of the painting. Everyone was surprised. Mr Arvind had a smile that was pointing me as an idiot. Tamble Sir looked at me again and I replied him confidently to break the wall. Before Mr.Arvind said anything Tamble sir ordered his subordinates to break the wall. I was silently standing on the balcony of 6F while police was breaking the wall. Sunaina came beside me and asked me how my date last night was? I didn’t tell her about Regina but I think she was sharp enough to do the math and guessed it that I had a date last night. I whispered back to her “AWESOME”

Tamble sir called us and we went inside the room. Everyone was looking at me. There was a dead body sealed inside the wall. Tamble Sir immediately called forensic team. Tamble Sir now looked at Mr Arvind with a wi

I ended my explanation breathlessly. Mr Arvind came forward and appreciated with a hand shake.

As I was expecting, the forensic report came positive about the owner and technical team also informed that the alarms were technically tampered by some professional expert. So whoever murdered Ranojoy Dixit, the owner, was a professional or hired a professional to do the job. I was discussing these at evening with Sunaina and Tamble sir and my phone rang. It was Regina. We had another di

Regina was looking like Aphrodite, the goddess of love and passion. She was dressed in ethnic that night and the red ethnic Saree wrapped on her buttery milky skin made her gorgeous and ravishing yet i

Vicky is a nice guy but had habit of lying. He lied twice when Sunaina asked him about his last china trip. His diluted pupil of his eyes, un necessary shoulder movement and ru

We reached at Tamble Sir’s residence. Sir was surprised to see both of us well dressed specially Sunaina, she was still wearing the black saree. Sir asked us slowly in a confused voice “ if you both were dating ? “ We both nodded as yes. Then before Tamble sir said anything I clarified that individually we both were dating with own partners and accidently we were in a same restaurant when sir called us, so we both came. Sir felt terrible embarrassed as we left our dates to discuss about Ranojoy murder but we assured him that our partners were very supportive though Sunaina’s vocal expression about her supportive partner was not confident. So now we started to discuss that what should we do now because it was quite clear that whoever killed Ranojoy was out of personal vendetta. I suggested that we should go back to the Golden court right now.