I'M NOT A SPY ✔

PART 2 | Riddhima As Party Organiser

"You need a break, Riddhima..." Sejal cried as she saw the t.v and the letter. Her friend had been undergoing a lot of stress, pressure, and depression for the past six months. She, being a successful party planner, did not have much time to attend to Riddhima's issues. But matters had gone out of hands. She decided to take her friend's matter into her own hands.

"It's the fifth one..."

"No...he's the sixth..." Riddhima replied crying

"I am sending you to a cruise ship where I am supposed to organize a party...you are going there instead of me...that's it..." Sejal shouted

"But..."

"This is an order..."

Riddhima nodded. Her panic attacks had increased in the last two days. She, being a physiotherapist, needed a psychologist to calm herself down."The inspector is not understanding, he is busy in his world...I've told him that the serial killer is targeting my friends..." Riddhima cried in exasperation.

Life was never a piece of cake for her. At the age of nine, she witnessed her parents' accident, which orphaned her. She was brought to the orphanage two days later. The visuals of the distressing incident haunted her for many years. She, being a fighter, overcame all the stress that tried to pull her down.

Matters became worse as the attacks on her began. Someone anonymous sent her letters written with blood. The mysterious man managed to enter her house when she was alone and tried to attack her. Luckily, a delivery boy came and rang the bell of her house, which made the attacker flee away. Her stress levels increased after the traumatic experience she had in her house. But Sejal always cheered her up whenever Riddhima felt low.The phone's ringtone broke the reverie of both the friends.

Sejal picked up her phone

"Hello?... What? Really? Wow!!" Sejal jumped in excitement and continued

"Ridz! We have won a house as a prize for the women's day lottery!"

Riddhima smiled, "It's yours..." she said

"What? why?... It's ours!"

"No...all that glitters is not gold...I'll feel excited only if I build my own house with my money...""That's not gonna happen in this life then..." Sejal shrugged

"It's okay...but I can't accept the house...I'll never let the house buy me..." Riddhima winked

"And by the way, who knows if it is the stalker..."

"It's not the stalker...It's...I mean...This is not the stalker's plan to get you...it is not him..." Sejal gulped hoping with fingers crossed that Riddhima did not question further"I'm scared, Sejal..."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine..." Sejal cried and looked at her phone. Another call was waiting for her. She went to her room and secretly picked up her call.

"She has rejected the house...I am sorry...she says all that glitters is not gold...and she is scared too...thanks for the house...I am happy...the plan is on...everything is going according to your plan..."Sejal smiled mysteriously

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Riddhima packed her bags to go to the cruise ship. 

"I hope I come out of depression..." she said looking out of the window

"All the best" Sejal chirped happily

Riddhima nodded and began her journey hoping that the vacation it would change her depressing life. She had dumped her phone and bought a new one as the stalker had been continuously torturing her mentally.

She had reported to the police too, but everything went in vain. Inspector Kabir always listened to her, but his answer was, "I am sorry...I man is very smart..."

The inspector later began praising the serial killer which irritated Riddhima more. Being a cop, he was irresponsible towards his duty. However, he had managed to get hold of many illegal businessmen and put them behind bars. He had only failed in finding the stalker who was a serial killer too.

"The inspector is useless..." she irately said crossing her arms across her chest

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"Don't leave! Don't leave!" the man muttered as he saw Riddhima leaving .He could clearly see her through his phone or laptop. The stalker had managed to fix hidden cameras in the girl's room, so that he wouldn't miss any action of her. But luckily for Riddhima, and unluckily for him, he had always failed to fix the cameras in her bathroom.

There was something strange he had noticed. Every time he went to Riddhima's room, someone would always come there, knocking the door. He had always desired to be with her, but these external elements were pests. He was unable to kill them as there were many.

Was someone trying to secretly protect her? Or was is her friend, Sejal?

No...Sejal was never that smart. She did not have that much brain.Maybe it was the inspector? 

He chuckled looking at the mirror.The police officer Kabir was behind rich businessmen who did illegal businesses. 

He sharpened his knife once again, to prevent Riddhima talking to other men.

"You're mine...only mine..." he smiled