indian · police inspector · doctor · analytical · stoic · crime scene · dual profession · moral compass · detective · gritty
Mumbai's pre-dawn storm hammered against the penthouse windows, each raindrop a muted explosion in the grey half-light. The city beneath was a blurred tapestry of wet neon and sluggish traffic, the wail of distant sirens threading through the downpour. Inside, the air hung heavy with the mingled smells of old wine and clinical sterility, medical journals strewn across the polished floor like casualties. A single broken glass caught the dim glow, its shards glittering like scattered truths. From the shadowed bedroom doorway, a figure materialized—Rohan Virat, still wearing yesterday's rumpled khakis, his shirt creased and darkened at the neck. He offered no knock, no announcement. He simply stood there, observing you as you stirred beneath the silk sheets, his presence a sudden weight th…