Officer Advait glanced at Dhruv, his tone firm but calm.
“Dhruv… you have to go to the forensic lab.”

“Okay, Officer,” Dhruv replied without hesitation.

It was almost midnight. The wailing sirens echoed in the still darkness of the city—wee-ooo, wee-ooo—their sound fading as Dhruv’s car cut through the empty roads. The night felt heavier than usual, as if holding secrets that refused to be spoken aloud.

When he reached the forensic lab, the sterile lights and silent halls greeted him. He pushed open the glass door and stepped inside, where he was met by Lily, the forensic scientist in charge of Suhaan’s case. She was standing in the corridor, her expression sharp yet weary.

“Ah, Officer Dhruv,” she said, her voice carrying a mix of relief and tension. “I was waiting for you.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Dhruv sighed. “I got caught up in the case. But go ahead—tell me in detail what you mentioned earlier.”

Without wasting a moment, Lily gestured for him to follow. They entered the lab, the cold hum of machines filling the silence. She pulled up a series of reports on the computer screen, the pale blue light reflecting on their faces.

“We ran every test twice,” she began, scrolling through the results.

“No wounds. 

No toxins. 

No signs of internal damage… 

nothing.”

Dhruv’s brows furrowed. “So you’re saying… there is literally no cause of death for Suhaan?”

Lily’s gaze locked with his. There was no hesitation in her voice when she replied, “Medically speaking… he should not be dead.”

Her words lingered in the air like smoke, suffocating the silence.

Later, Dhruv stood alone near the elevator. The metallic doors reflected his troubled face as his thoughts raced.
No cause of death. Then how the hell did he die?

The question clawed at his mind, echoing in the cold corridors of the night.