Whispers of the Lost Heart

Chapter 1- Murder mystery began

In the quiet teachers' room of a well-known English medium school in Mumbai, Shivani, a chubby school teacher, was engrossed in her phone, watching the latest news broadcast with a mix of interest and concern. The atmosphere in the room shifted as her colleagues gathered around, their curiosity piqued by the grim news report. The beautiful and articulate Sai Joshi, a renowned crime reporter, filled the screen, detailing a chilling narrative that had the city on edge.

"This marks the 12th victim in a series of horrifying serial killings that have plagued Mumbai over the past few months," Sai reported with a composed yet serious demeanor. Her voice, steady and commanding, held a sense of urgency that captured the attention of viewers across the city.

As Sai delved into the details of the murders, she painted a vivid picture of the terror that gripped Mumbai. The killings followed a disturbing pattern, each victim meeting a brutal and untimely end. With each new victim, the sense of fear and panic in the city grew, leaving residents on edge and authorities scrambling for answers.

"The latest victims include the son of a prominent minister and the daughter of a respected police officer," Sai continued, her words carrying a weight that hung heavy in the air. "Their deaths have sent shockwaves through the community, raising questions about the safety and security of our city."

As the broadcast drew to a close, Sai's professionalism shone through as she signed off with a reassuring message. "I Sai Joshi, along with cameraman Sameer Deshmukh and junior reporter Ruhani Lokhande, signing off for now. Keep watching APB News for more updates."

"Isn't that your sister, Shivani? She's quite the celebrity, isn't she?" one colleague whispered, a mix of awe and envy in her voice.

Shivani nodded, a sense of pride mingling with her worry. "Yes, that's Sai. She's on the front lines of this case."

"She's truly remarkable," one colleague murmured, her eyes glued to the screen. "So poised and composed, even in the face of such tragedy."

Shivani, her heart swelling with pride for her sister, nodded in agreement. "Yes, she's always been like that. Fearless and determined, no matter what."

Then, a male teacher spoke up, his voice tinged with admiration. "And have you seen her? She's the epitome of beauty. Gorgeous face, fair complexion, perfect figure, and those long, smooth hair—she's stunning. Any man would fall in love with her."

Shivani felt a pang of insecurity at the comparison to her own chubby figure, short hair, and darker complexion. But she quickly recovered, remembering how much Sai cared for her. "Yes, she's beautiful," Shivani agreed, her tone firm. "But she's also a black belt in martial arts and a skilled shooter. Not every man would be able to handle my sister."

Her colleagues nodded in agreement, acknowledging Sai's multifaceted talents and strengths beyond her physical appearance. As they continued to discuss Sai's reporting, Shivani couldn't help but feel a swell.

Alka Joshi sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers gripping the remote tightly as she watched the news report unfold. Her worried expression betrayed her concern, her eyes flickering between the screen and her husband, Kamal Joshi, who sat beside her, equally absorbed in the broadcast.

"This girl," Alka sighed, her voice tinged with apprehension. "She's always diving headfirst into danger. I swear, one day she's going to give me a heart attack with all her bravery."

Kamal placed a reassuring hand on his wife's shoulder, offering her a comforting squeeze. "I know, dear. But Sai is strong and capable. She knows what she's doing."