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All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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After serial murder of 8 call girls in 1 month, the Mumbai police is really worried. This case was under ACP. Seema Malhotra. She spend a whole day reading the files and finally came up with a plan.
She called up a meeting and decided to go out of the way to solve this mystery.
“Officers... We all know that this killer is a cold blooded animal. But at the same time, he is so clever that we don't even have a single clue after 8 serial murders. May be he is a bloody psychic. So we can only catch him red handed. And I have a master plan to catch him.” she stopped for a while and again continued. “i am going to be what he wants. I don't want any of you to be there around me or keeping an eye on me. I will do it alone. And I will be starting my operation from tonight only.” there was a pin drop silence in the room. Everybody knew what was she talking about. Everybody knew the risk involve in it. But the truth was she was the most eligible officer in their department.
Since that night Seema started roaming around the deserted streets of Mumbai through out the nights dressed like a cheap slut. One week passed and two more murders. No clues at all. Seema was getting frustrated. She was about to give up and this night arrived.
It was around 3 in the morning and she was taking a sip of “cutting” tea near Chembur. A bike came with a speed of thunder and topped before her. It was a black Honda CBR 600 and the rider was totally covered in his ridding gears. From toe to head. Seema tried to look at his face, but could not see anything through his black helmet. The rider slipped his gloves clad fingers in his pocket and showed a 1000 rs note to seema and threw on her face. Before seema could react, he did it again with another note. By this time Seema had a gut feeling that she is very close to her destination now. She went up to the rider and ask “kidar jane ka he? Hotel ya ghar? Hotel hua to hote ka kharcha alag se.” in response, the ridder opened one more note and tucked it in seema's cleavage and indicated her to sit on the pillion seat.
“yes!!!!!!!! I got u mr. killer” seema thought in her mind, gave a cocky smile to the rider and rode as the pillion. As soon as seema was on the seat, the roar of the deadly machine broke the silence of the night and disappeared in its darkness with in seconds. Seema was a bit nervous as she was alone and did not knew what was coming. After around a 30 minutes ride, the bike stopped at a farm house near khandala.
The rider guided seema into the house, allowed her to sit on the bed. Seema was in a blood red mini dress. She had applied bright red lipstick which made her look like a real slut. She sat on the bed with crossed legs. The ridder walked to the rack and removed her helmet. Now it was a big shock for seema. She could not believe what she was seeing now. The rider was a female. Seema's jaw fell down as the rider stripped herself to white her bra n panty. She was in her mid 30s with a perfect figure. She smiled at seema and said “tension me aa gayi? Kyun ki me ek aurat hun?”
[TBC.]
