Prologue
when love obsession becomes more obsessive to solve a murder mystery case which is somehow connected to his observation to get revange.
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From Agnivesh's Journal]
It's been two years… but I remember that moment like it happened yesterday.
Past time : june 14,1998:
The sky wept that evening—
Not just rain, but the kind of sadness only Kolkata knows during monsoon.
Old buildings dripping tears. Yellow taxis blurring into ghosts.
And there she was—running.
Not gracefully. No, it was messy.
Desperate. Like she was chasing something that might vanish if she blinked. I didn't know who she was. Didn't care—until she collided into me.
A soft, startled breath.
Eyes wide. Storm in her lashes.
"Sorry," she whispered—and then she ran again. Like the apology cost her everything.
But something stayed behind.
"A single gold earring".
It lay in the gutter, half-drenched, gleaming like a broken promise.
My friend's grin stretched wide when he found it.
"This solves everything," he said.
"We can pay rent with this one piece."It looked expensive, glowing even in the dull light.
I wondered how much it was really worth.
He called the gold a gift from fate.
But I… I only saw it as hers.
I took it from my friend, holding it like a relic.
I told myself it was just humanity—a decent thing to do. Return what was hers.
But deep down? I wanted to see her again.
To hold her in my gaze long enough to remember every detail.
She vanished—like dust scattered into the sky.
And I thought… that was it.
Until I saw her.
There, at the bus stand.
Hair dripping, voice trembling—arguing in broken Bengali with the conductor.
I couldn't hear much, but I moved closer. Closer than I should've.
She was trying to board a VIP bus. Said she needed to meet someone already inside.
But those buses didn't care about desperation—they only took names, tickets, and rules.
I asked the man beside her what was going on.
He looked at me like I was a criminal.
Do I look like the kind of man who kidnaps girls in the rain?
He said she got on the AC bus—001.
Gone.
I ran. Bought the overpriced ticket like a fool.
And just as I reached the door, the bus started moving.
I shouted. Loud.
They didn't stop.
And in that moment… I felt scammed. Tricked.
By fate. By the city. By the way she vanished a second time.
But just before the bus turned the corner—
I saw her.
Head resting on the glass.
Eyes closed, lips parted slightly.
The kind of beautiful that doesn't try. Doesn't need to.
That was the last time I saw her.
I could've sold the earring. God knows I needed the money.
But I didn't.
Not because I'm a good man.
Because a part of me still believes—
**Maybe she'll come back for it.**
And when she does…
I'll finally know her name . ~to becontinued~