Apartment 703

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Avanika knew something was wrong the second she spied his name flash on the screen. It was tempting to ignore the call, but instincts told her she should at least listen to what he has to say.

“Yes?” Her voice was even.

“I need your help, Avni. Come immediately, please.”

“The name is Avanika. What happened?” Judging the desperation in his tone, it was something on the lines she specialized.

“Sorry… Avanika. Please help me. There is a dead body in my house.”

“Whose?” She asked without a change in her tone. She should have been surprised, but she wasn’t.

“I don’t know. I mean, I do. But…”

“But what, Ransh?” She snapped. Despite the situation, Avanika was in no mood to forget and forgive his past mistakes.

He audibly swallowed, “Her face is familiar. I think I saw her two days ago.” Then he added. “At the club.”

Avanika suppressed a curse. It was hardly surprising. He wasn’t the killer type, but anybody could kill when pushed into a corner. And, Ransh was mercurial enough to become a prime suspect.

“Call the police.” She ordered.

“They’ll arrest me! Avanika, I didn’t do anything. Trust me, please. I wasn’t home all night.” He panicked.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Avanika counted until five. “Ransh, you will need to call the police. Now.”


She picked up the keys from her table and walked to the door. “I’m on my way. If you don’t call them, I’ll have to do it myself.”

After a pause, he mumbled he would do it.

“Good. Don’t touch anything until I come.”

Ransh sighed into the phone, relieved. “Avanika, I’m glad you chose your profession over me.”

She snorted. Becoming a P.I was her only ambition. After years of persistence, Avanika was successful. But she certainly didn’t sacrifice her relationships for her career. It’s been two years but Ransh hasn’t changed. She thought.


Upon reaching Crimson Apartments, Avanika saw a constable talking to the security guard. She heard the guard saying that he didn’t see Ransh or any stranger coming or leaving the building. Shaking her head, she hopped into the elevator behind the reception. She thought she saw something odd but couldn’t pinpoint. As the elevator inched upwards, she composed herself.

The door of the apartment 703 was ajar. The constable manning the door nodded to acknowledge her and offered her a pair of gloves and shoe covers. Being a cop’s fiancé had its perks. Slipping on the hand gloves, Avanika stepped inside the apartment. It reeked of alcohol and a familiar ‘scent of death’. She saw the forensic investigators collecting the fingerprints and Ransh sitting on a couch.

Seeing her, Ransh rushed towards her and hugged her. Looking through her peripheral vision, she noticed Amar glancing at them. She knew those glances were not of a jealous fiancé, but of a rule-abiding cop.

“We can’t talk right now.” Pulling away from him, she said. As Ransh lumbered back to the couch, she walked up to Amar who was talking to his deputy, Roy.

Before she could say anything, Amar started, “Avni, it is a high-profile case. All eyes are going to be on us. You can’t talk to the prime suspect on the crime scene. Come to the police station in a few hours. Your expertise may help the case. However, I insist on following the rules.”… Read the entire story  Here- https://artoonsinn.com/2019/05/19/apartment-703/


  1. A premeditated murder and only three people knew about it! Beautifully written. Loved the way you held on to the suspense 😍

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