Myra's apartment sat in an upscale complex overlooking the Arabian Sea.
Arjun knew the building—she'd always dreamed of living here, by the water.
The doorman recognized him from surveillance footage and let him pass without question.
Elevator.
Twentieth floor.
The hallway was empty, silent except for the distant crash of waves.
Apartment 2007.
He knocked.
The door opened immediately—like she'd been waiting right there.
Myra stood barefoot in front of him, wrapped in a silk robe the same deep red she'd always loved. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders.
She looked like every memory.
Every dream.
Every nightmare.
"You came," she said softly.
"You didn't give me a choice."
She stepped aside.
"Come in."
The apartment was stunning—modern, minimalist, expensive.
But Arjun barely noticed.
The wall opposite the window was covered in photographs.
Of him.
Recent ones.
Crime scenes.
The station.
Getting coffee.
Inside his apartment.
She'd been stalking him.
For how long?
"Jesus, Myra."
"I told you," she said, closing the door.
"I think about you every day. I needed to see you. To know you were okay. To watch you live the life you chose over me."
"This is insane."
"Is it?" She moved to the window, staring out at the black water.
"You promised me forever. You branded it on my skin."
Her fingers brushed her collarbone—where the tattoo lived.
"And then you left. Like I meant nothing."
"You left," he shot back.
"You cut me off—"
"Because watching you leave was killing me!"
She turned sharply, and for the first time he saw it clearly—the madness beneath the pain.
"Every day knowing you were building a life without me. Meeting new people. Maybe falling in love. I couldn't survive it. So I left first."
"And now you're killing women?"
"That's your answer?"
"They deserve it."
Her voice went cold.
"Women who give up on love. Who walk away. Who choose careers over commitment. They're weak. They don't understand that love is supposed to consume you. Destroy you. Remake you—"
"That's not love, Myra."
"That's obsession."
"What's the difference?"
She laughed—sharp, broken.
"You obsessed me. You were my religion. And you abandoned me."
She stepped closer.
Instinctively, Arjun stepped back.
"Don't," he warned, his hand drifting toward his gun.
"You won't shoot me," she said calmly, still advancing.
"Because part of you still loves me. I can see it."
"The way you look at me—it's the same. You remember everything. Our first time. The theatre. The promises."
She was right in front of him now.
Close enough to touch.
"I remember a girl who was kind," he said quietly.
"Not a murderer."
"That girl died when you left."
Her hand rose, tracing his jaw. The touch burned.
"But she could come back. For you."
"We could start over. Leave Mumbai. Leave all this. Just us—like we planned."
For one dangerous moment, he was tempted.
To escape.
To go back.
To forget everything.
Then his phone buzzed.
A message from Sameer:
Kavya just called dispatch. Someone's trying to break into her apartment.
Ice flooded his veins.
"What did you do?"
Myra smiled.
"Insurance. I needed to make sure you came alone."
"You bitch—"
He turned for the door.
She grabbed his arm.
"She's fine," Myra said quickly.
"I haven't given the order yet. But if you walk out… if you choose her—"
Her grip tightened.
"I'll kill her. Slowly. And I'll make you watch."
"Let me go, Myra."
"Stay with me!"
She screamed it, raw and unhinged.
"Choose me! Like you should have six years ago!"
He pulled free, but she threw herself at him—clinging, desperate.
"Please," she sobbed against his chest.
"Don't leave me again. I can't survive it—"
Her hands were on his face.
Pulling him down.
She kissed him.
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For one horrible moment, his body reacted.
Muscle memory.
Six years of buried desire.
She felt the same.
Tasted the same.
Her hands moved desperately, trying to reclaim what they'd lost.
"Remember?" she whispered.
"How good we were together?"
She tugged at his shirt. Buttons scattered. Her robe slipped.
And then he saw it.
Fresh cuts on her inner wrist.
Some old. Some new.
A woman unraveling for years.
Reality snapped back into place.
"No."
He grabbed her wrists, holding her away.
"This isn't happening."
"Why?" she cried.
"Because of her? She doesn't love you like I do! She doesn't know you!"
"You don't know me anymore," he said quietly.
"Maybe you never did."
He stepped back.
"If you leave," she said softly, dangerously,
"Kavya dies. Tonight."
"Your people are already in custody," Arjun said.
"There's no one at her apartment. This was a bluff."
Her face collapsed.
"You planned this?"
"I'm a cop," he said evenly.
"Did you really think I'd come without backup?"
He showed her his phone.
"Everything you said is recorded. It's over."
"No… no—"
"You'll get help," he said.
"A hospital. Not prison."
"I don't want help!" she screamed.
"I want you!"
She ran to the window.
"Myra—don't—"
She climbed onto the ledge, twenty stories above the ground, wind tearing at her hair.
"You want the truth?" she shouted.
"I never killed anyone. I couldn't."
"I loved those women. I helped them heal."
"But someone else—someone who knew about my obsession with you—killed them to frame me."
"To push me here."
Arjun froze.
"What?"
"If I die," she cried,
"You'll investigate. You'll find the truth. You'll know I'm innocent."
"Myra, please—"
She looked at him one last time.
Love.
Madness.
"Forever bound," she whispered.
And stepped backward.
"NO!"
Arjun lunged—
A hand shot out.
Sameer, climbing in from the adjacent balcony, grabbed her arm and hauled her back inside as she screamed.
"Got her!" Sameer shouted as backup flooded the apartment.
Arjun stood frozen, the world spinning.
Myra lay restrained on the floor, broken.
"Find who did this," she said softly, suddenly lucid.
"Find who killed them in my name. Promise me."
He knelt beside her.
"I promise."
As they took her away, she whispered:
"Check my patient files. The answer's there."
"And Arjun… I'm sorry. I really did love you."
Then she was gone.
And Arjun was left standing in an apartment full of obsession, surrounded by photos of himself—
wondering whether he had just arrested a killer
or saved an innocent woman's life.